Servant of the People in Kyiv

Poroshenko looked at Haniyev's eloquent speech with admiration: "I see that you are also very proficient in business, brother. I could never have thought of your ideas. I really admire you. You entrusted such an important matter to me. To be honest, I feel a little uneasy."

"I don't worry about your work."

Haniyev smiled slightly and looked at Vyshevsky: "Yuri, give Peter a check for 100,000 rubles tomorrow as the starting capital for the video store."

"Brother Victor, I have money."

Poroshenko said hurriedly.

Haniyev waved his hand to stop him, saying, "How much money do you have? You don't have to borrow money from your family. That's not good. Don't worry, I'll leave this business to you. If you make any money, you'll get a 10% commission, which is considered a dividend."

Poroshenko's eyes suddenly turned red. The "Candy King", who still had some innocent temperament at this time, knew that he had met a noble person. He pounded his chest loudly and said loyally: "Don't worry, brother, I will never let you pay for it..."

Pristin and Sergei said angrily, "Why doesn't this lucrative business want to help us?"

Haniyev chuckled and said, "Are you short of money?"

“Yes, there is a shortage. Very much so.”

"Then let's each invest some rubles and have Peter write a share certificate. We'll then distribute the dividends according to the shares."

After hearing Haniyev's words, everyone raised their glasses in cheers.

After drinking for a while, the sky gradually darkened.

Kiev is located at a relatively high latitude, so it gets dark early here in August, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is also quite large.

Haniyev didn't want to get drunk and be squeezed in with a bunch of old men smelling stinky feet. He pulled his brother Siderov to his feet, looked at his watch, and said, "It's seven o'clock. I have to go home."

Vyshevsky was also worried about his son at home, so he stood up and after a few laughs and scoldings, Sergei and his friends stayed to continue watching the movie, while the two of them drove away in Sergei's car.

Although the prohibition on alcohol in Gotu is still hanging over people's heads, the intensity of its enforcement varies from place to place and from person to person.

Haniyev and Vyshevsky were obviously not afraid of the alcohol ban. Firstly, there was a certificate of Kyiv National University on Sergei's car, which would prevent the police from the Ministry of Internal Affairs from causing trouble. At the same time, there was no such thing as drunk driving checks in Ukraine now.

Vyshevsky could drink better than Haniyev. Even after drinking, his driving skills were still steady, and the Haniyev brothers soon arrived home.

When they woke up, it was already the next morning. Today was Sunday. At Natalia's insistence, the whole family went to church for worship.

After taking the Holy Communion and returning home, Natalia hummed a song while making dumplings, while Haniyev and his friends watched TV in the living room.

The TV in Haniyev's house is not small, but it looks like a black and white TV. This is not to say that there were no color TVs in the Soviet Union. Many years ago, someone wanted to give Vladimir a color TV ticket, but he did not dare to accept it because color TVs in the Soviet Union often exploded. This unsafe situation made many families not consider buying color TVs.

Haniyev watched the TV and recalled an interesting story about color TVs. He asked, "Dad, I heard that the Soviet Union didn't originally have color TVs. It was because the United States and Japan looked down on our TV production technology that the country rushed to develop it in order to compete. Is this true?"

Vladimir put down the remote and snorted in annoyance. "Our country is very powerful, but many technologies related to people's livelihoods are far behind those of the West. Two years ago, I heard that the Ministry of Industry invited the president of Sony to visit, hoping to introduce several Sony color TV production lines. In the end, the president refused, arguing that our technology was too crude and completely incapable of operating Japanese equipment."

As a technician at the Antonov Design Bureau, Sidrov had a deeper understanding of the Soviet Union's industrial technology. Recalling the relevant documents he had recently studied, he murmured, "Our General Secretary is intentionally adjusting Soviet industry when carrying out reforms."

Vladimir frowned. "What did you hear?"

"It seems there's no specific proposal yet. It just says that the General Secretary will introduce enterprise reform measures next year, which will allow foreign companies to form joint ventures with ours. Perhaps the General Secretary wants to obtain their technology."

Sidrov said, shrugging his shoulders.

Vladimir frowned and said nothing, but Haniyev snorted coldly, "Joint ventures aren't a bad thing, but we must not let public ownership eventually turn into private ownership, and our Soviet enterprises transform into private enterprises controlled by individual compradors behind the scenes by Western capital. Comrade Lenin would be so angry that he would crawl out of his crystal coffin."

Siedrov didn't understand economics, but he felt the country's leaders were farsighted. He smiled and explained, "That shouldn't happen. Gorbachev and the bigwigs in the Party Central Committee aren't stupid."

Haniyev smiled and nodded: "Yes, they are not stupid." They are just simply bad.

Chapter 092 Mission Completed

After returning to Kiev, Haniyev only had two relatively idle days before he plunged into his busy work.

Haniyev first found a group of college students through Poroshenko, and brainwashed the simple-minded and easily excited college students by using his identity as an outstanding mayor who spoke for the people a few months ago. In the following days, Poroshenko, according to Haniyev's instructions, kept telling the college students the advantages of the retired leader Sherbitsky, and at the same time revealed that the leader was in poor health and was now recuperating in Yalta.

Afterwards, students from many universities in Kyiv spontaneously went to the October Revolution Square to hold a nostalgic commemoration. On the surface, it was commemorating the 1970s, but the content was about Sherbitsky's achievements as the First Secretary of Ukraine.

The memorial was quickly dispersed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs police, but Anato still managed to take many precious photos.

Later, at Haniyev's request, Anato met with Mr. Mike, and then met with French and American journalists. At the beginning, they were reluctant to spend space and time in their own newspapers and radio to report on Ukraine's Sherbitsky.

But when Anato showed the photos he had taken of the Ministry of Internal Affairs police beating Ukrainian college students, these Western reporters agreed happily like sharks smelling blood.

Soon, Western media reports about Kiev university students being beaten and dispersed by Soviet police while commemorating the Sherbitsky era spread rapidly around the world through newspapers, television and radio.

After Reagan became the President of the United States five years ago, negative news and jokes about the Soviet Union continued to emerge internationally. Originally, this news was not considered big news.

However, the Western media would add some evaluations of Sherbitsky by some Western communists and socialist scholars, as well as speculations about the incident, to the news. In the end, Sherbitsky was portrayed internationally as an old communist with outstanding abilities and pragmatic work. However, such an old cadre was suppressed, and even the masses who missed his era were beaten and dispersed by the Soviet authorities. This shows the backwardness and corruption of the Soviet political system, and that no capable person would be allowed to hold power.

Slandering the Soviet Union was what the Reagan administration was most happy to do and was doing, so exposing the infighting and scandals among the Soviet high-level officials was what the Western media loved most.

These people, Haniyev and Anatoly, provided the Western media with very good material.

As Western reports spread widely, Soviet cultural figures who had always cared about the free world began to criticize the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Kiev authorities in various magazines and newspapers. Gradually, Sherbitsky became more kind and majestic in the hearts of the Ukrainian people.

People seem to have forgotten that they used to think of Shcherbitsky as an incorrigible conservative leader.

This kind of public opinion orientation made the Ukrainian Party Central Committee very passive, and even Moscow was very angry. The General Secretary even ordered Propaganda Minister Yakovlev to call Sherbitsky who was recuperating, to ask his opinion on the matter and bring greetings from the Party Central Committee.

This incident made the Soviet Union's reputation even worse, but Sherbitsky gained a lot of reputation, but it could not be cashed in for the time being.

Haniyev, who was well aware of the mentality of everyone from the General Secretary to the government party committees at all levels to lick the West before the collapse of the Soviet Union, had already become adept at using the method of taking advantage of the situation, but for the time being he was only borrowing Western public opinion.

Haniyev became more and more adept at his job. He felt that if he wanted to achieve greater success in the future, he might try to sell out his country. After all, the disintegration of the Soviet Union was an inevitable trend. Since he could not save the aircraft carrier from sinking into the sea, he could save it in disguise by knocking off some metal and selling it for money before it sank.

During his time as an official, Haniyev gradually developed a flexible moral bottom line. He felt that as long as it would help his own political future, selling out the national interests of the Soviet Union was not a bad thing. In any case, the Soviet Union would eventually cease to exist.

“It’s better to sell it yourself than to let others sell it.”

Haniyev muttered, and suddenly thought of Mr. Ah Q, thinking of the member states who didn't feel bad when their descendants sold their father's land. He cursed angrily: "If they sell it, can't I sell it too?"

After figuring this out, Haniyev's political level seemed to have risen to a new level. When he recalled his gains and losses this year, he had a deeper understanding.

In any case, Haniyev's mission of returning to Kiev to help Sherbitsky boost his momentum and create favorable public opinion was successfully completed.

Now the Soviet Union is full of traitors and traitors, and even the General Secretary is taking the lead in selling out the country. Haniyev is not worried that the KGB will track him down. After all, this matter does not involve national interests no matter what, and in fact there is no evidence to prove that he was involved in this matter, unless Anatoly betrays himself.

On the evening of September 13, Haniyev returned home happily after having a celebratory drink with Nikolay. Just as he was about to go to bed, he saw his sister Victoria pushing the door in.

"Brother. There's a call for you."

"Who is it?" Haniyev tends to feel sleepy after drinking, and in his daze he didn't want to get up.

Victoria curled her lips and said, "It's a girl. She said her name is Natasha."

Haniyev sobered up instantly. He got up and walked quickly to the living room. When he picked up the phone, his heart was a little fast. He took a deep breath and asked softly, "Who is calling me?"

A familiar silver bell-like voice rang out: "It's me, Victor. Why didn't you contact me when you came back? Don't you miss me?"

After chatting with Natasha for half an hour, Haniyev returned to his room to rest.

The next day after breakfast, Haniyev went to Hagia Sophia.

After waiting for a while in the back seat of the church, Natasha sat next to Haniyev. A faint scent of perfume awakened Haniyev's memory. He turned his head to look at Natasha, who was a little thinner but seemed even more beautiful.

"You came."

Natasha tilted her head and smiled.

After sitting in the church for a while, the two took the subway to eat steak, went to the opera house to enjoy a concert in the afternoon, and strolled in the park for a long time in the evening.

Haniyev and Natasha seemed to have returned to the days when they were passionately in love. They were very happy, but Haniyev knew that Natasha already had a fiancé, and it looked like she was not ready to let him snatch her away from her, so he still felt very uncomfortable.

Standing up from the bench, Haniyev looked at his watch and said, "It's already nine o'clock. Let me take you home."

Natasha said nothing, stood up and followed Haniyev.

Half an hour later, Haniyev stood downstairs of Natasha's house and said with a smile, "You can go upstairs. I welcome you to visit Yalta with your husband and children in the future. I believe you will love it there."

Natasha's eyes were red. She hugged Haniyev and whispered in his ear, "My parents are not at home today. Please take me upstairs."

Haniyev felt a warmth in his heart, and his lower abdomen and head felt hot at the same time. When he woke up, he was naked and sweaty, hugging Natasha's fragrant and soft body and smoking a cigarette. While puffing out smoke, his big hands slid from the white mountains like mutton-fat jade to the dense jungle.

Chapter 093: Developing the Service Industry in Yalta

After returning home, Haniyev recalled the conversation when he left Natasha's house.

"You really can't marry me?"

"Yes, Victor. My family supports the reformists. They don't think highly of you and Shcherbitsky, and they won't allow me to go far away with you. They just want me to stay in Kiev and marry a Kiev official."

"Then we'll just have to be friends."

"Yes, dear, but I will always love you."

"Forever? Thank you..."

He raised his hand and sniffed it. There was still the scent of Natasha's perfume on it. Haniyev said to himself: "Forever, maybe, but it seems that there is really no going back..."

Haniyev was suddenly struck by the urge to compose a poem. After thinking for a long time, he finally said something nonsensical: "I will sacrifice my blood for the sake of the Xuanyuan clan."

Haniyev didn't know what this poem meant, nor did he know which poet wrote it, but he could feel the spirit of this poem.

He repeated this poem over and over in his mind, and decided to bid farewell to his personal affairs, devote himself to politics, and devote himself to the country.

After Haniyev figured it out, he felt very clear-headed. He knew that he had made the same mistake as in his previous life. Now he was no longer an ordinary citizen, and the era he lived in was not a peaceful and stable period, but a federal country that was about to disintegrate, and his fate after the disintegration was not optimistic.

Both publicly and privately, Haniyev knew that he had to devote all his energy and thoughts to politics. Only by climbing to a high position before the collapse would he have a chance to save the fate of the country, save the international communist movement, and save the people of the Soviet Union.

Before going to bed, Haniyev took out his notebook and pen and wrote a poem in neat block letters: "I offer my blood to Russia!"

After lying down, Haniyev thought vaguely before falling asleep: I want to achieve something earth-shattering and be famous for eternity!

The predecessor of the Slavic nation was Kievan Rus, and this poem by Haniyev expressed his desire to fight to the death for the Soviet Union.

It seemed as if he was truly enlightened. After waking up the next day, Haniyev began to pack his luggage. He knew that it was time for him to work hard for socialist construction.

This time the mission back to Kiev was completed very smoothly. According to the plan, I was going back on the evening of September 14, so that I could take a rest and it would not affect my work on Monday.

After packing bags of clothes, sausages and cured meat, Haniyev took Sergei's car to the airport without letting his family bring him any wine.

After a warm hug with their brothers, Haniyev and Vyshevsky entered the airport.

In Kiev, where high-ranking officials are everywhere, Haniyev is just an ordinary person, but when he returns to Yalta, Haniyev becomes the supreme leader who can command thousands of troops.

After Haniyev's unremitting efforts, Yalta has greatly improved its environment and greening level, and its fame has also increased a lot.

As Kiev and Moscow gradually get colder, more and more tourists will come to Yalta, a warm resort.

In order to make Yalta a must-go destination for winter tourism in the Soviet Union, Haniyev held a series of meetings after returning. First, there was a team meeting, and then a subcontract meeting of all department heads.

Haniyev asked all units to take real responsibility and ensure not only hygiene but also service.

"From now on, Yalta will transform from a resort city into a city that combines both recreation and tourism. All departments must enhance their service awareness and develop the tourism service industry while doing their business well..."

In the large conference room of the Livadia Palace, Haniyev pounded the table and spoke loudly, while the directors and secretaries under the rostrum were busy taking notes.

Haniyev spoke until his mouth was dry, then he stopped to take a sip of water and concluded, "Let me say one last thing. If anyone dares to disobey the organization's arrangements, lacks political integrity, and damages Yalta's reputation as an 'ecologically livable and tourist resort city,' I, Haniyev, will destroy your job. This is not directed at any particular comrade. Let's be frank: if you don't want to be punished, then do your job well. During the year-end evaluation, those with outstanding performance, highlights, and practical experience will be commended and financially rewarded by the Municipal Committee, and will be prioritized for promotion and reuse..."

As soon as Haniyev finished speaking, prolonged applause broke out in the conference hall.

Seeing everyone looking at him intently, Haniyev felt elated and paid more attention to his posture. Even though the younger generation was very itchy now, he could only endure it.

"Didn't I just take a shower three days ago? Why is it itchy again? Should I ask the technician at the nursing home to give me a good back scrub?"

Thinking of back scrubbing, Haniyev suddenly recalled the colorful nightlife in the water clubs, clubs, and bathing centers of the later Eastern powers. He wondered: Could we develop some green foot massage industry in Yalta? This would be a part of the health care industry chain, which would solve the employment problems of quite a number of people...

Bathing culture is also deeply rooted in the Soviet Union, but the scrubbing culture is quite different from that in the north of the Far Eastern country. First of all, paid back scrubbers are not common. Most bathhouses are visited by couples and families who scrub each other's backs together. Most of the time, birch sap is used to pat the body for detoxification and cleansing.

Haniyev thought that he could draw personnel from the sanatorium to set up a department to train bath scrubbers, foot masseuses, and massage workers, and then open some physiotherapy shops on the streets and beaches of Yalta. This might become another special service of Yalta.

What Haniyev thought of was the famous "massage" in Southeast Asia. Since Southeast Asia is famous for its services, it is completely reasonable for Yalta, as a city with a relatively warm and suitable climate within the Soviet Union and a long-standing resort civilization, to develop the service industry.

Haniyev was well aware that the Russian population in Crimea accounted for 60 to 70 percent, and that Crimea would harbor the seeds of division if the Soviet Union split in the future.

Whether it is for the sake of Ukraine keeping Crimea, for his own political achievements, or to make Crimea prosperous, it is necessary for Haniyev to build Yalta well. If the entire Crimea becomes Hainan Island, a major country in the Far East, in the future, then Yalta will be Sanya.

Tourism and the service industry alone may be enough to support a prosperous economy.

With the idea in mind, Haniyev no longer had the heart to preside over the meeting. After the meeting, he asked his office director Suva to notify the leadership teams of several sanatoriums in Yalta to attend the meeting again in the afternoon, intending to raise this idea at the meeting for everyone to discuss.

After the leaders of various departments had dispersed, Vyshevsky walked in. Seeing Haniyev sitting in the lounge with a tired look on his face, he took out a cup of hot cocoa and a loaf of bread from the paper bag in his hand.

"Have something to eat."

"Thank you."

Haniyev took it and started to eat it greedily.

Vyshevsky patted Haniyev's shoulder with some concern: "Don't be a workaholic. Make sure you get enough rest."

Haniyev smiled and said, "Even the General Secretary wants to carry out reforms. You know what the Soviet Union was like. Although I'm not a high-ranking official, now that I have power, I want to make some achievements, both for myself and for the 80,000 people in Yalta."