Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 116

36. Siberia

The president's office of Deva Romanov's distribution headquarters.

A thick cigar burns and spits out hazy smoke.

Victor, who put down his cigar, looked indifferently at the people who introduced himself as an Asian, or Korean, in front of him.

"Did you say Banco Kim?"

I met him because I was too lazy to hang on to him, and he tells me a pretty interesting story.

"Please feel free to call me Deputy Kim, sir!"

Kim smiled as he saw Victor wearing a white coat on his shoulder.

But the inside was a little different.

This is a businessman?

If you saw him on the street, you would misunderstand him as a Russian mafia.

His eyes are as fierce as a full beast.

"Manager Kim……."

Victor saw a business card on the table in front of him.

Russia's Eliza Mining Branch.

It is a South Korean-based mining company.

So it seemed that I had never heard of his name.

If they are mined in Russia, they cannot help but be caught by the family's radar.

"So I'm looking for the gold buried in my land."

"……Did you know?"

"I can't help but know."

Otherwise, the land in remote Siberia would have been sold in the past.

A useless land full of white snow and wood that can't be used even in wood.

Instead, a land with a small gold mine.

This is a gift that Victor received from his father when he was 10 years old.

If I had lost all the opportunities I was given, I would have developed them.’

The direct lineage of the Romanov family is given a total of five opportunities to start a business before turning 40, with $10 million each.

Half the way around.

If the business shows tangible results, it will support more than that.

However, if you lose all of them, you will have to manage the buildings or land you received as gifts from your family or relatives while you live.

So this is the land that I usually forget, but sometimes I think of hunting rabbits or foxes.

"But I don't think that gold mine is very profitable."

It is buried deep, but it also has a small amount of reserves.

At most, a net profit would be 50 million dollars.

It was a relief to get even $5 million.

"It may not be enough for Romanov, but it's a great opportunity for a small company like us! Please give me a chance!"

"Small business?"

"Even if it's small, it's a solid company filled with veterans!"

Victor nodded his head.

Looking at the figures they said they had secured, all of them were people who had rolled for more than 20 years in the mining sector.

It's all Russian, too.

Among them, Victor had a familiar name and face picture.

I think he was in Gastrom.….’

Russian state-run gas company Gastrom.

I remember that he was one of the directors of the scene when he followed his father's hand one day.

Gas mining and mineral mining are different fields, but they attract attention.

Tuck! Tuck!

Victor tapped the sofa with his index finger.

"You're headquartered in Korea?"

"Yes! If you don't believe me, I'll call the head office right now!"

"That's enough."

How can I trust a phone?

It's something to find out separately.

'Hmm. Korea...….’

When I hear Korea, I think of Jong-hyuk.

Such a genius, a young friend who loves Korea so much that the Russian government can give such a gift without hesitation, that he wants to become a police officer in Korea.

Also, the reason why Dva Romanov's distribution was able to grow is because of Korean products.

There's a mining company in the family, but...….’

I feel a little weak that I'm from Korea.

There's this, but if you let the family develop it, they'll only get a million dollars, not five million dollars.

A family that becomes more strict because of its support.

"Well, I don't have this land alone."

"What?"

"No, I'll go over it carefully."

"Go, thank you! Then I look forward to hearing from you!"

When Assistant Manager Kim bowed down, Victor picked up the phone next to him.

"Yes, it's Victor. I have something to look into. I heard it's a mining company based in Korea.… 1 hour. Yes. I'll be waiting."

He put the phone down and asked for a cigar.

The hazy smoke filled the president's room decorated with pottery, famous paintings, and gold again.

Ring! Ring!

Holding the phone, he twisted his lips at the words he heard.

"You're being cute."

I've already promoted the development of gold mines to villagers near the land. I haven't given permission yet.

Viktor, who accepted it as desperate, nodded.

Yeah, let's develop it.

It would not be a bad idea to take this opportunity to pay off the debt to Korea, a land of little use.

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Banco Kim is a company with both status and Elijah Mining. There is no doubt that the family's intelligence team even checked the financial statements.

The intelligence team of all families from KGB.

Vanko Kim, who graduated from Moscow University's business department, had nothing to do with his major and joined a mining company in Korea, not even Russia, but Victor, who knew that life was not as good as he wanted, rose up.

"I'll have to ask Choi to come over."

Hunting rabbits and foxes.

I wanted to share my hobby because we are friends.

I wanted to share my memories.

Expectations began to rise around his mouth.

Meanwhile, the next day.

Kim, who was waiting somewhere in Moscow, twisted his lips when Victor called.

"The Russians are hot."

If it were in Korea, it would have taken days and days, but they want to stamp it in just one day.

I asked you to come to the land because I would sign a contract, but I had to go anyway, so I'm rather grateful.

"It's all because of your excellent Russian skills."

Kim was fed up with the words of the dispatched staff.

'I did some shit to learn this!’

Seven months after the project was finalized.

He was involved with the Russians 24 hours a day, carving everything about Russia, not just Russian, into his bones.

It was a moment I didn't want to go through again even in my dream.

"Then let's start recruiting for civic investment."

The flower of this project.

Recruitment of citizen investment.

The exact name was multi-level investment recruitment.

"Yes!"

They all raised their bodies with their lips twisted.

* * *

Whoosh!

A cold wind is blowing.

The tall trees shrink.

The sound of stepping on the grass in the desolate forest of late summer, in which animals prepare for winter, wakes me up.

The breath spreading through the air adds heat to the forest.

Whoops!

Clap!

"Civuleal, mosquito."

After re-applying mosquito repellent, Jong-hyuk took a hot can of coffee to his mouth.

His body and mind are tired of the forest that has become calm again.….

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

Jong-hyuk quickly went into the forest cabin.

There is a stuffed deer head hanging on one wall, and a fur hat made of fox fur rolls around in a cabin with bear leather on the floor.

"Have you finished your walk yet?"

"I didn't expect mosquitoes to live in Siberia."

When I arrived last night, I thought there were a lot of flying bugs, but I never thought it was a mosquito.

"LOL. Siberian mosquitoes are awful."

Victor, who was skinning a Western rabbit brought by the caretaker earlier this morning, giggles.

"Wait a minute. I'll make you a very amazing rabbit stew!"

This refers to the pressure cooker that Victor bought when he came to Korea five years ago.

A magic pot that makes tough meat as soft as rubber in a short time.

Eat this and go hunting for foxes or rabbits.

Jong-hyuk saw a hunting gun, no, a sniper, on one wall.

A sniper gun commonly called Dragonov.

It is a gun that hits the enemy accurately even from 800 meters away.

Training instructors were trained on firearms and memorized.

Jong-hyuk drank beer while watching Victor put water in a pressure cooker.

A vacation that starts with a drink in the morning.

It was so nice.

"Hm?"

Clack clack! Clack!

Victor, who was searching the cupboard and refrigerator with a rabbit showing his red flesh in one hand, is embarrassed.

"Why? Is there a problem?"

"…There is no garlic."

Jong-hyuk also became serious.

"That's a big deal. It's hard to eat rabbit meat if you can't catch the smell."

I know for sure because I've tried rabbit soup one day.

It is 180 degrees different from pork or beef, which can be easily eaten without any special treatment.

My stomach is growling!

Even if you are so hungry, you cannot eat rabbit meat that you can't catch the smell of.

"What about milk?"

"No, no, no, no, no.…."

Jong-hyuk smiled delightedly at Victor staring at Vodka.

"Let's go to town and get some garlic."

Victor's idea is this.

Drink vodka and kill your palate, or add vodka to drink.

Both declined.

What magical ingredient does this Russian think of vodka as?

That idea of Jong-hyuk was right.

If you don't love Vodka, you're not Russian.

Anything is possible with vodka.

A magical water that makes cowards brave, and makes them overcome the freezing cold.

It's an idea that every Russian has.

"Well…… I can't help it. I'd better buy it when I have time to think."

"That's what I'm saying."

The two headed to a nearby village in a car parked next to the trail of last night's bonfire party.

Whooshoo!

The scenery of a quiet country village passes through the car window.

Under the clear sky without a cloud, a farmer who loads feed into a truck and children running somewhere.

Senior citizens who sit in a wooden chair in front of the supermarket in the morning and drink vodka from a bottle and shout, "You'll get hurt!"

Country police asleep with a patrol car parked on one side.

'…...darn it.'

The Russian countryside is no different from the countryside of Korea.

Only the appearance is different.

"Here it is."

"Oh, it's big, isn't it?"

The mart built in this rural area is unthinkable.

"Huh? Romanoff?"

Романов рынок.

It means Romanoff Market.

Victor smiled shyly.

"It's one of the family's businesses."

"Oh, you must be in the distribution business in your family."

It's Victor, who had $10 million in capital five years ago.

There's nothing strange about my parents running a mart chain.

The two went into the mart.

There was nothing missing in the mart.

There were home appliances, household goods, and even an optician's.

Last night, when they headed to the forest cabin, they bought almost everything, so they went to the checkout counter with only garlic or spices that they didn't really need anything.

"Huh? Horse meat jerky.’

Horse meat that was pretty good when I tried it one day.

Jong-hyuk, who had picked up a bag and turned around, tilted his head to his side.

Cashier with long blond hair and Victor at the cashier's counter stare blankly at each other.

"No way Victor?"

"…come on."

"Wow, it's been years!"

"Yeah, it's been a while."

Casher is pleased, but Victor has a look of dismay.

What kind of situation is this?’

"I heard from my dad that I became a successful businessman! You're dressed up. You look like a businessman!"

"Ha ha. You gave birth to a third child this time?"

"Yes, it's my daughter!"

"If she looks like you, she must be very beautiful. Oh, I'm sorry. It's been a while since I met my friend. Are you coming? Say hello. This is my friend Choi. I'm from Korea."

"Welcome to Russia, Choi!"

"Nice to meet you, Olga. But what's your relationship with Victor?"

"Oh, that's...."

Viktor, somewhat embarrassed, tried to open his mouth, but Olga's answer was faster than that.

"Victor's cabin and land keeper is my father!"

"……Aha."

Only then did Jong-hyuk understand the relationship between the two.

Even why Victor looked uncomfortable.

Jong-hyuk smiled insidiously and watched Victor.

"Aha?"

Victor's face is burning up.

"That's Choi……."

"Huh? Why is your face so red? What's going on?"

"No, come on, it's...…."

'...oh-oh? Is that what it was again?A movie is drawn in my head.

Victor, a city boy who arrived at the cabin holding his father's hand as a child. Olga, the country girl who followed her father, who was hired as the custodian of the land just in time.

It's not a fresh love story between two boys and girls.

It's a sad one-sided love story of a boy.

"Then what about this mart?"

Jong-hyuk's heart flutters as he steps on the accelerator excessively.

It's fun. It's really fun.

Jong-hyuk's smile became even more mischievous.

At that moment.

Tuck! Tuck!

Someone is tapping on the shoulder.

'Who's going to be this big time?'

Annoyed but realizing that he had been in front of the cashier for too long, Jong-hyuk turned around and tried to apologize.

"As expected of Choi!"