Far East Chronicles: A Gathering of Heroes, Episode 18

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(I) Fortune and misfortune are intertwined
"Whoosh..."
With a train whistle, the train sped across the quietly flowing Heilongjiang River. I sat up, gently lifted
the curtain on the window, and cautiously looked out towards the east bank of the iron bridge. I could vaguely see Chinese
border guards with guns on their hands patrolling the riverbank.
The train had crossed the Sino-Soviet border and entered Russian territory. I've lost count of how many times
I've been to . Looking back on the past month, it all feels like a dream.
My name is Liu Zhi. I was born in 1970 into an ordinary working-class family in a small county in Province L.
I have a younger brother named Liu Dong, who is two years younger than me. During the Cultural Revolution, because of my good family background,
I was not only spared from persecution, but my father also became a minor leader in the rebels, responsible for managing a group of high-ranking officials and their families who had been
exiled .
My father was an honest and kind worker. The officials under his jurisdiction were not only
not mistreated, but also received considerable care. In the prevailing climate of fear and self-preservation, this was
especially precious, and everyone was deeply grateful to our family.
One official, surnamed Ye, in particular, not only befriended my father but even became his sworn
brother , taking me as his godson and vowing to marry his only daughter to me in gratitude for my father
's care.
His daughter, Ye Juan, was a renowned beauty from a young age. Because my mother had been a dancer in the provincial song and dance troupe
before , she never neglected to ensure her daughter practiced
basic dance skills, even in extremely difficult circumstances—a remarkable feat in an era when everyone was uncertain about the future.
My childhood, because of Ye Juan, was like living in a dream. She was like a beautiful
princess , and I willingly served her like a servant, always by her side. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call us childhood sweethearts.
In the 1980s, our lives underwent earth-shattering changes. To be precise, Ye Juan's family ascended to
heaven; her father was rehabilitated, and the whole family returned to the provincial capital, living a bright new life. Our
family, because our father was a rebel, fell into hell. Unable to bear the shock, he hanged himself. With
the help of neighbors, my mother barely managed to raise my younger brother and me.
My godfather felt deeply guilty for not being able to protect my father, so after returning to the provincial capital, he would occasionally send
us some old clothes we no longer needed, as a way of making amends.
However, my marriage to Ye Juan became increasingly
unattainable grew. Especially her mother; every time she saw my mother and me dressed in our worn-out clothes at her house, she would openly
express her contempt. But since this was common knowledge, they couldn't immediately
turn their backs on us.
After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a university in the provincial capital, majoring in international political economy. Ye Juan, as
her mother wished, entered the provincial dance academy.
At the peak of her life, she had blossomed into a stunningly beautiful young woman. Her face wasn't
too sharp like a typical oval, nor too wide like a typical heart shape. Her eyes sparkled with a
captivating light. Standing at approximately 172 cm tall, her long, straight legs and firm
, shapely buttocks were a result of years of dance training. Combined with her long, straight, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, she was truly elfin in beauty.
Almost immediately after enrolling, Ye Juan became the school's new most
beautiful girl, constantly surrounded by a swarm of men, especially the sons of wealthy and powerful families.
It was to get close to her. Although she was still very kind to me, it was only slightly better than average; to
outsiders, our relationship didn't appear intimate.
Having gained some understanding of human nature, I knew that given the vast difference in our families' social standing, marrying such
a beautiful woman was virtually impossible. Especially my future godmother, every time she sees me
, she has "You little toad, don't even think about eating swan meat" written all over her face. Behind my back, she probably tries to keep
her daughter away from me. Even Ye Juan's seemingly nice attitude towards me now is mostly out of
gratitude for the kindness our family has shown me in the past. So I've always secretly wanted to change my fate, to live a good life, and
to marry the girl I love.
My younger brother dropped out of school early. Although he's uneducated, he's very smart. He first
worked odd jobs at the homes of small business owners nearby. Four years ago, he started working as a broker for the first group of Chinese businessmen who entered the Soviet
Union
. By knowing a few phrases like "Hara-shao" (good), "Ochin-harashhao" (very good), "Dallas-Vijay" (hello), and "Davalis" (comrade), he started working as a middleman.
At that time, everyone knew the situation in the Soviet Union. People there were wealthy; even a lowly worker
earned over 100 rubles a month. According to international exchange rates, one ruble was worth 2.8
US dollars , which, in RMB terms, meant one ruble was equivalent to nearly 30 yuan (the international rate was one US dollar to over 4
yuan, while on the black market, one US dollar could be exchanged for over 10 yuan).
However, a strange phenomenon existed in the Soviet Union during this period—a severe shortage of goods. Shop
shelves were empty, and to buy anything, besides paying cash, one needed a "
purchase receipt" issued by the civil authorities. In short, ordinary people had money but couldn't buy anything; large sums of rubles
had no value except in banks.
Therefore, in the eyes of Chinese traders, those Russians were incredibly generous, even foolishly so. They would happily
spend 40 or 50 rubles on a cheap down jacket that wouldn't even cost 20 or 30 yuan domestically; they would haggle fiercely
over a case of canned fish. Therefore, the first group of Chinese merchants who entered the Soviet Union after the opening of border trade in 1987
made a fortune in the three or four years that followed, becoming some of the first
wealthy people in the region.
Life is about living it to the fullest, and seeing my senior classmates assigned to
dilapidated , earning meager salaries of a few dozen yuan a month, I gritted my teeth, dropped out of school, and
started doing border trade with my younger brother, becoming middlemen.
At that time, most people's lifelong dream was to get into a good university, graduate, and be assigned to a good job
with a secure livelihood. Therefore, my dropping out caused quite a stir at the university, to the point that even the principal intervened to persuade me to stay.
My godfather had a long, earnest talk with me all night, but seeing my mind was made up, he didn't say much more. My godmother,
however, wasn't so polite; she told me directly and clearly that my relationship with Ye Juan was impossible.
Bearing this heavy blow, I left school the next day and embarked on my journey home. Although the blow
came suddenly, it was also expected. After all, I was now like a
toad —useless—so I was even more determined to make a name for myself.
My younger brother, Dongzi, had never been to school, so he held erudition in awe of those who were educated, believing that educated people
were omnipotent . Coupled with the habit of following me around since childhood, he handed over the reins of the business to me
. Although the 20,000 yuan we started with was all hard-earned by him, I, as the older brother, didn't refuse.
I took my brother and joined a group of Chinese merchants to begin our life as a middleman.
I must say, I have quite a talent for being a middleman. Our main business was reselling Chinese cigarettes to the Soviet Union
, then buying local furs and other valuables to sell back to China. As long as we weren't ripped off, we
could . Even after deducting bribes to Soviet border guards, police, and officials, we still made
a considerable amount.
This time, when we left Harbin, my brothers and I brought almost all our belongings: 300,000 rubles in cash and nearly 300,000 rubles
worth of cigarettes. Originally, I planned to exchange the cash for US dollars in China, but
that was a pipe dream given the current situation; customs wouldn't allow anyone to carry tens of thousands of
rubles out of the country. However, rubles weren't subject to this restriction.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Dongzi jumped down from the upper bunk and asked.
"Oh, it's nothing," I said, snapping out of my reverie. I glanced at my brother and smiled. "
We'll probably be arriving at the station in about ten minutes. Hurry up and pack your things."
My brother yanked open the curtains and exclaimed, "We're at this Blagoveshchensk again!"
"What Blagoveshchensk? This is Blagoveshchensk (the capital of Amur Oblast in the Soviet Union)," I said with a laugh
.
"What 'sk' and 'sk'? Such long names, how can anyone remember them?" My younger brother leaned against
the car window, looked around, and then pouted, saying, "What capital city? Stingy! It's not even as good
as Harbin!"
"Hehe, you're right, it's not as good as Harbin here," I
chuckled "But here, we can earn money we couldn't earn in Harbin."
Geographically, Blagoveshchensk is incredibly close to Heihe City in China.
From the main port there to the Daheihe Island port in Heihe City, the straight-line distance is only a
kilometer . To put it bluntly, Chinese and Russian merchants could negotiate prices across the river by shouting.
In 1983, with the thawing of diplomatic relations between China and Russia, border trade began to emerge here.
However until 1986, this trade was basically semi-smuggled and illegal.
The export goods permitted by the government were far from meeting the needs of the Russians, and at the same time, trade tariffs were very high.
In those days, China had just begun its comprehensive reform and opening up, and its systems in various aspects were quite imperfect.
Not only along the Sino-Russian border, but also in any other coastal or border region, smuggling and other illegal trade activities
were rampant. Customs officials who accepted bribes were happy to turn a blind eye to this
illegal
A mechanized division of the Soviet Far Eastern Border Guard was stationed in Blagoveshchensk, and
at , a battalion of that division was responsible for border trade inspections. The battalion commander was Balchev,
who publicly appeared to be the head of a Soviet border trade checkpoint, but secretly was a true corrupt official.
For these poorly paid Soviet soldiers, there was nothing
they . To secure a mere 50,000 RMB bribe, Balchev even dared to follow
the patrol practices of the Chinese border guards on the other side of the river. He chose a specific time, dispatched two patrol boats, and
under cover of darkness, smuggled the goods across the Heilongjiang River.
The goods we planned to smuggle this time—cigarettes worth 300,000 RMB—could
only . In the Soviet Union today, selling cigarettes privately is illegal, punishable by heavy
fines. Of course, open importation is also prohibited.
The more strictly prohibited a commodity is by the state, the higher its profit margin—this
will never change. Located in the far north, tobacco and alcohol have always been indispensable
consumer goods . While state policies strictly limit tobacco sales, they cannot prohibit private trade. Therefore, smuggling
becomes the only way for smokers to satisfy their cravings.
After several smuggling attempts, my boldness grew, and this time I came prepared, even taking
a desperate gamble. The 300,000 cigarettes smuggled this time were all finished cigarettes. If such a smuggled batch of
cigarettes were intercepted domestically, it wouldn't be a problem. But if the Soviet police caught them, it would be troublesome;
my brothers and I would probably have to spend several years in a "hardship camp" in Siberia to resolve the issue.
That's why I didn't bring the goods directly; instead, I planned to contact Balchev's people first and
then use their resources to quietly smuggle the cigarettes in. As for selling the goods, with Balchev's connections, it wouldn't be difficult in the short term. Upon arriving at the Friendship Hotel, I casually handed the waiters carrying the luggage two ten-ruble notes as a tip, sending them away from the room . Dongzi looked at me, hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously said, "Brother, is n't too great? Three hundred thousand cigarettes, that's no small sum. If we get caught by those 'gray-skins' (Soviet police), we'll have to serve at least ten years of hard labor in Siberia." "Oh." I walked to the sofa in the room, sat down, lazily lit a cigarette, and then casually asked, "What, do you have some other ideas?" "I just feel that we don't need to take this kind of risk right now," Dongzi said with a furrowed brow. "Brother, think about it, we've already earned enough from the previous trips. The money we've saved now is enough for the three of to live comfortably. So why should we take this kind of risk?" I shook my head. Compared to those "second-generation rich kids" who were always hanging around Ye Juan, this amount of money was enough to live comfortably.

" It's definitely settled, but to convince Ye Juan's family, especially her mother, to come with me, I need to earn
more money."
I plopped down next to my younger brother, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Indeed,
compared to a few years ago, what we have now is something we never dared to dream of back then. But I'm terrified of poverty,
and I never want to go back to those days of worrying about a few dollars every day. Of course, I don't want Mom to suffer
with ."
"Brother, I understand what you're saying, but I feel... I feel we don't need to
take such risks. I think if we continued doing what we did before, in another four or five years, our money could multiply
several times over..."
"A few more years? Hey, you silly boy," I pointed to the large French window on the right and said, "Do you
think a business as easy as ours can last for several more years? You saw what that crowded place across from
the hotel "
"Oh, it should be a bank," Dongzi glanced subconsciously at the window. From his position
, he could see the neon sign on the roof of the building across the street, but unfortunately, he only recognized the word "bank" in
Russian "What does it have to do with how many years our business can last?"
I laughed. "The reason our business is so easy to do and so profitable is because of
Russia 's semi-closed-door policy. Their people have money, but they can't buy
what they urgently need. Now, Russia can't make ends meet, and they're planning to follow our example and implement reform and opening up. Then,
a large number of consumer goods will flood in in a very short time. At that time, why will we still be able to make
money off Russia?"
"I understand what you mean, brother. You want to take advantage of this last period to make a killing from them
," Dongzi said sincerely.
"You're right," I smiled, my tone relaxed. "I'm going to
make ."
After settling in, Dongzi stayed home while I left the hotel alone to meet Balchev
. Since Russian was our primary foreign language in high school and university, language wasn't
a problem (in the 1980s, a significant number of schools in mainland China listed Russian as their first foreign language).
Despite being the third largest city in the Soviet Far East, Blagoveshchensk's urban area was quite
dilapidated. There were few modern skyscrapers, and even tall, modern buildings were
rare . The streets were lined with old-fashioned European-style buildings, and the rest were vast stretches
of overgrown wasteland.
The meeting place was called the Mona Lisa Bar. It was a typical Soviet-style underground strip club, but two soldiers in snow camouflage uniforms, carrying AK-47 rifles,
stood , highlighting its unusual nature.
"Are you Mr. Liu?" Seeing me standing opposite with a suitcase, a soldier threw down his cigarette and
strode over to ask.
"Yes."
"Come with me. Comrade Balchev has been waiting for you for a long time. You know, he hates it when people are late
." The soldier gave a cold laugh and tossed his head as he spoke.
Inside the bar, a narrow staircase led directly to the ground floor. The staircase was very narrow and dimly lit. If it weren't for
the few pink light bulbs hanging on the walls on both sides, it would be impossible to see anything inside. Following
the soldier who was leading the way, I carefully climbed down the stairs. After turning a corner,
the space suddenly opened up before us, revealing a spacious hall. In
the center of the hall was a stage about one meter high. At that moment, a slender woman wearing only
a thong was writhing on the stage like a water snake, making all sorts of
wanton and provocative gestures. It must be said that this Soviet woman had a fantastic figure, with a slender waist and full
hips, especially her breasts, which were round and firm, making her incredibly alluring.
At this moment, there were very few people in the dance hall; the entire spacious hall had only seven people—
four hostesses, an officer sitting in front of the stage, and two soldiers standing in the corner of the hall.
"Liu" waved for the soldier to leave. The officer stood up, turned to face me, and said loudly,
"You're late today. You know, I hate it when people are late."
"Hehe, my comrade Major, I'm so sorry. You know,
the transportation is really inconvenient. It takes me a while just to find a taxi."
"Sit down," Balchev didn't dwell on the issue of being late. He pointed to
the sofa opposite him and said, "Is there anything I can help you with since you came all this way from China?"
I quickly opened my briefcase, took out four packs of Marlboro cigarettes, and placed them on the coffee table in front of me.
Then I smiled and said, "There's no need to talk about business right away. Here, take a look at the gift I brought you. Do you
like it?"
"American-made," Balchev leaned down, casually picked up a pack of cigarettes, looked at it, and said
expressionlessly , "It's a free gift with no strings attached."
"Of course," I chuckled, "It's just a small token of my appreciation."
"Well, if it's a free gift, then I'll accept it," Balchev
finally revealing a hint of a smile. He grabbed all the Marlboros and held them out in front of him, seemingly still shaken, and said,
"You Chinese are all too cunning, always mixing gifts with business. I don't want to suffer losses in this regard,
so let's keep gifts separate from business, and distinguish between them clearly before we talk."
"Do I look like the kind of person who would set a trap for you?" I also took out a cigarette, lit it, and said with
a smile .
"Hmph, I've only worked with you twice, it's never wrong to be cautious," Balchev said
bluntly , though his bluntness might be too much for an ordinary person. "Alright, we've finished catching up,
and I've accepted the gift. Let's talk about our business this time!"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say, let's talk business first." Feeling that the battalion commander opposite me was being a little too cautious,
I smiled, placed my suitcase on the coffee table, and said, "
All is in here, please take a look!"
"Oh," a hint of doubt flashed across Balchev's face: "It's all in here?"
"Yes, it's all in here," I nodded, confirming.
Besides four neatly arranged packs of Marlboro cigarettes, the suitcase was filled with wads of banknotes.
As an officer secretly involved in smuggling, Balchev had handled plenty of money, and his
eye for cash was sharp. A rough calculation showed the suitcase contained approximately 100,000 rubles.
"Not bad, Liu, looks like you've gotten bolder this time, daring to smuggle five 'tugs' of goods at once."
Balchev smacked his lips, a slight smile playing on his lips. The "tug" he referred to was a
unit of measurement, meaning that the shipment required five speedboats or five trucks to transport at once.
Balchev and his smuggling associates only charged for transportation in the smuggling trade, charging by the "tug," 20,000 rubles per tug,
a clearly marked price.
"Five tractors' worth of goods, hmm, that's easy," Balchev casually pulled a wad of banknotes from his suitcase,
slapped it on the table, and listened to the crisp "swish" sound. Satisfied, he continued, "Five tractors'
worth of goods isn't a large amount right now. You've arrived at a good time; the ice on the river hasn't broken yet. Our convoy can
drive directly there. Hmm, how about this, you set a time, and I'll arrange everything for you."
"What, you don't care what kind of goods I'm transporting?" I glanced at
the four and said pointedly.
"I don't care what kind of goods you're transporting. This isn't the first time we've cooperated. You should know our
principles. Hehe, as long as you're not smuggling drugs and you pay enough, we'll..." Balchev
smiled calmly, speaking with a hint of contempt, while subconsciously glancing into his suitcase.
However, he stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, as he was then surprised to find that
the suitcase contained only four cartons of cigarettes besides the banknotes. And according to what I had just said, this…
“My…my God!” A complex mix of emotions flashed across his eyes in an instant:
surprise , astonishment, fear, and of course, a great deal of delight.
“You guys get to the back!” Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Balchev quickly calmed down. He
stuffed the wad of cash into the suitcase, slammed the lid shut, and then, without turning back,
said to the four women.
“What’s wrong, my friend? Did my goods scare you?” Watching the four
glamorous disappear into the corner of the hall, I leaned over, half-lying on the coffee table, and said teasingly.
"Unbelievable," Balchev said, stroking the suitcase. "Liu, I'm starting to doubt if you're
the same naive kid I used to work with. When did you become so audacious? Do you even
know that? This kind of thing, let alone five tugs, even one tug, if caught by the Trade Committee or the Ministry of Internal Affairs,
we're all doomed!"
"Of course I know that," I said calmly. "But what I know even more is that this shipment,
once sold, will bring in nearly a million rubles. We Chinese often say, 'The bold get rich,
the timid starve.' Besides, you're not unaware of the current situation in your country. Heh, even your powerful
Security Committee is collapsing. I don't think anyone would bother
with us ."
As a soldier, Balchev was naturally well aware of the situation in his country. Moscow was in complete
chaos; otherwise, the soldiers' treatment wouldn't have deteriorated so drastically, and these junior officers
wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly. But Balchev's position was too low. If something went
wrong , I doubted anyone above would go to great lengths to protect a mere battalion commander like him.
Seeing Balchev's hesitant expression, I knew I should increase the incentive I offered
.
I got up and sat down next to Balchev, smiling broadly. "This time, I'm genuinely interested in cooperating with you
. Think about it, even if I brought in the five shipments of tobacco myself, I probably wouldn't be able to sell them in the short term.
So, I'm considering deepening our cooperation. I'll provide the supply, and you'll be responsible for
transshipping it in and selling it. We'll split the profits 50/50."
"Don't hesitate any longer," I continued, "The situation in your country is constantly changing.
Your power might become worthless one day. So, take advantage of this opportunity to make a quick buck and
start planning for your future!"
"Three days! I need three days to raise the funds," Balchev finally decided, gritting his teeth
. "If I can find a suitable sales channel, I'll contact you in three days.
What ?"
"No problem," I said without hesitation. "I'm staying at the Friendship Hotel now. You can
send someone . Hehe, I'll be waiting for your good news."
"Wait! We need to change some details about this cooperation." Balchev
grabbed my arm and said seriously.
"Details? What details are there?" I laughed. "I'm in charge of sourcing the goods, and you're in charge of sales.
What details are there to talk about?"
"No, no, no," Balchev shook his head repeatedly, saying dismissively, "I'm not only in charge of
sales , but also of smuggling. That means I'm bearing all the risks. So,
we need to reconsider the profit sharing. I'll get 60%, you get 40%. What do you think?"
'That's too greedy!' I exclaimed, then pointed to the suitcase and said, "
I'm the one who paid for the goods, and tobacco isn't easy to get in large quantities from our area. Besides
, we had an agreement on shipping: 100,000 yuan for five hauls. I've already paid you every
penny . It's not fair for you to ask for six more."
"I need six, and the shipping costs have to be calculated separately. Otherwise, our cooperation is over! I believe
that without my cooperation, you won't be able to do any business in the future." Balchev seemed unreasonable. He
placed his hand on the suitcase and widened his eyes as he spoke.
"You!" I was speechless for a long time.
"Hehe, Liu, I know this kind of business is very profitable. Even if you only take four shares, you can still make
a lot . As for me, I have a group of people I need to take care of, and those people below me also need to take a little
. It's quite an expense. So, it's fair for me to take six shares! What do you say?"
Balchev said with a smile.
After hesitating for a moment, I shrugged, mimicking the Russian gesture, and said helplessly, "Barchev, I say you
really shouldn't be a soldier, you should be a businessman. You're too cunning."
"Hahaha...like you, like you." Barchev laughed heartily, clapped his hands, and
said , "Well, to celebrate the success of our cooperation, let's have a good time today.
Where are the girls?"
"Forget it, forget it, I'm not in the mood." I stood up, looking annoyed, and said, "Your
girls are too expensive, I can't afford them. Hundreds of thousands...hundreds of thousands just swallowed up by you like that. I need to go back
and calm down."
"Hey, you can't leave," Balchev said, clearly in high spirits. He grabbed me and
dragged to the sofa, saying, "You have to stay and have some fun with me today. I'm telling you,
these four girls are pretty good. You can pick two you like first."
The four Soviet girls who had just left immediately surrounded me again. Two of them were seated
next to , and before I could even get a good look at them, Balchev started pouring me drinks. Although I
can hold my liquor well, I can't compare to the Russians who drink like water. After several large glasses
of vodka, I was already half-conscious and could only hear Balchev's rough voice and the women's seductive laughter.
I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt myself being helped into a room, thrown onto
the bed , and stripped naked. Then a fragrant tongue entered my mouth, and instinctively,
our tongues intertwined.
Being inexperienced, I roughly understood what was happening, but unfortunately, the vodka's aftereffects were too strong. I slightly
opened my eyes and saw one of the four girls who had been accompanying me earlier, wearing a light blue semi-transparent bra, a matching
thong and garter belt, and a pair of very transparent flesh-colored stockings on her sexy legs.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll make you feel very comfortable."
Without giving me any time to think, she straddled my lap, then leaned down, wrapped her arms around my
neck, and continued to kiss my lips fiercely with her sexy red lips. At the same time, she took my
hands and placed them on her sexy legs clad in transparent flesh-colored stockings.
Slavic women's legs are so slender and long, and under the stockings, there was no excess
fat . Under the influence of the alcohol, I slowly abandoned my restraint, opened my mouth, and boldly kissed her. Her
nose gradually emitted soft moans, showing that she had begun to enjoy it.
We quickly got into the mood, our intertwined tongues constantly exchanging saliva, and the two of us
kissed greedily like this. She kept stroking my hair, and I reached for her
full breasts, which were covered by a transparent bra. As my entire palm covered her full breasts, I suddenly felt a strong desire
rising from the bottom of my heart. With this desire rising, I clearly felt my penis suddenly swell at an unprecedented
speed .
The hostess who was kissing me suddenly felt a penis pressing against her abdomen, so she stopped,
looked up at our lower bodies, and then gently lifted her beautiful legs, which were covered by stockings,
and clamped . She then began to stroke it up and down, looking at me with a pitiful expression, and
said, "Chinese boy, your thing is too big. Can you be gentle with Elena later?"
Although I knew it was a compliment, as a virgin, I couldn't resist the teasing of this kind of
woman .
After she finished speaking, she lay on my stomach, took a deep breath, and then took my glans into her mouth.
Ugh…so good. Although I'm not completely ignorant about matters between men and women, in my limited sexual knowledge, I'd
never imagined that sex between a man and a woman could be like this.
Watching Elena rise and fall beneath me, I couldn't help but gently support the back of her head with my hand, using
my waist slightly to coordinate with her movements, gently thrusting my penis upwards, allowing it to
slide in and out of her mouth more smoothly. Elena's mouth was completely filled, her face flushed, but her movements seemed
so effortless.
Watching her diligently giving me oral sex, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled my penis out of her mouth, hugged
her, and kissed her cheek deeply. Receiving the signal, she quickly parted her sexy, stockinged legs,
pulled down her thong, and inserted my penis into her beautiful vagina, which had been possessed by countless men.
While kissing me, she gently soothed me in my ear, her lower body not pausing at all,
slowly allowing my penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her vagina. Because it wasn't very wet yet, it still felt
a bit tight inside. Combined with Elena's alluring exoticism, it
greatly .
As expected of a Caucasian woman, her vagina was incredibly elastic. After only a minute or two of slow thrusting, I
found my entire penis was inside, our lower bodies pressed completely together.
After a brief adjustment period, Elena held my thighs and began to slowly thrust in and out. Watching
this Caucasian woman's fair skin glow under the light, her two large breasts
swaying rhythmically with each thrust, gave me a strong sense of conquest and pleasure.
I couldn't help but slowly sit up, embracing her full buttocks, gradually increasing the force of my thrusts.
The pleasure emanating from my groin was uncontrollable; I felt an urge to penetrate again and again, as if I wanted to
merge between her legs. The friction between my glans and the vaginal walls each time I entered excited me immensely.
As I thrust into her, she began to moan loudly without restraint, her hands unconsciously wrapping around my neck
, her sexy, stockinged legs entwined around my waist, letting me thrust excitedly into her body.
After seven or eight minutes, I pulled her up, lifting her upper body so she was straddling my
waist again, while I lay softly on the bed, letting her ride me. This position gave her more room
to maneuver ; the weight of her body allowed my penis to penetrate her even deeper. She moaned loudly,
supporting herself on the bed with her legs, clamping my body tightly to better unleash her thrusting power.
Soon, warm fluid flowed down from the point where our genitals met. She
stopped , turned around, and lay on top of me with her back to me, panting heavily, her whole body trembling from the thrusting.
Her face flushed, but her sexy, full, white buttocks were irresistible to me. I held her
upturned, firm buttocks from behind and thrust my penis into her again.
This position made her begin to succumb. With each thrust, Elena cried out, "Fuck, Chinese
boy, please, your thing is too big, I can't take it anymore, harder, I'm going crazy! Going crazy..."
Her pleas became my greatest motivation. I thrust my penis rapidly,
frantically pumping in and out of her milky white vagina.
Elena's cries grew louder and louder: "Oh... ah... baby, please... please... faster...
my Chinese warrior... you're going to... pierce me... ah... ya... ah..." Her cries grew
louder and louder, and my thrusts became stronger and stronger. While penetrating her sexy buttocks, I stroked her
sexy, silk-stockinged legs. This feeling was truly the most beautiful moment I had experienced in twenty years.
Elena gripped the sheets tightly, her high, white buttocks arching back in rhythm with my rapid
thrusts , her large buttocks slapping against my stomach with a "slap slap slap" sound. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I pulled my legs out from under hers, rolled over, and made her kneel on the bed, her plump, white buttocks raised high,
facing me.
I lowered myself, straddling her sexy body, looking at Elena's alluring and wanton
appearance , and used all my strength for a final thrust, letting my Chinese yellow-skinned penis
pound wildly inside her Slavic white-skinned vagina, a feeling of urgency growing stronger and stronger.
With a shout, "Ah!" I plunged my penis deep into Elena's vagina,
preparing to ejaculate, when suddenly Elena sat up, bent over, and said, "Chinese boy, no, don't ejaculate...
inside..." Then she quickly took my penis into her mouth.
The moment it entered her warm mouth, my penis violently ejaculated a thick stream of semen, every single drop
going into the mouth of this sexy Slavic woman. The full minute of ejaculation left me feeling utterly
exhausted , as if over twenty years of pent-up energy had been drained. Afterward, I lay wearily on the bed.
Elena spat my semen into her hand, then got up and went to the adjacent bathroom to wash herself. I
drifted off to sleep for a while, but perhaps because I was so tired, when I woke up, I found myself already freshly
washed.
When I returned to the hotel from Balchev's place, reeking of alcohol and women's perfume,
it was already late at night. Back in my room, I was surprised to find Dongzi sitting on the sofa, his face long and drawn,
surrounded by a table full of leftover food, waiting for me with boredom.
"Brother, how did today's business go? Did you find a good connection?" Dongzi quickly asked.
"That's about enough. These Russians only care about money. As long as you pay them enough, they'll
do anything." I leaned against the headboard and said dismissively.
"So, does that mean we can go back in a few days?"
"What, you're already bored after just one day?" I laughed.
"I just feel bored," Dongzi muttered. "This crappy place has nothing. Staying in this shabby hotel
all day , I'm getting fussy."
The Heilongjiang River at night has a unique charm. The bright moon hangs high in the sky, its silvery light spreading across the ice and snow
covering the river. Due to the refraction of light, standing on the Soviet side of the riverbank, you can even see the river
embankment on the opposite bank.
"Barchev, is everything really alright here?" Sitting in a GAZ military jeep, I carefully checked the situation in the distance through
my night vision binoculars, and then asked somewhat nervously.
"Don't worry, as long as your people deliver the goods on time, there won't be any problems." Barchev, in his military uniform
and smoking a cigarette, sat beside me calmly. "Your police patrols
will have a gap between 2:30 and 3:00. Heh heh, half an hour is enough time
for to arrange everything."
"Won't such laxity mean there's a risk of large-scale smuggling?" I asked, puzzled.
"Smuggling?" Barchev scoffed. "I haven't heard of many Chinese choosing to smuggle
themselves here. As for our smugglers, heh heh, they're not so easy to cross. Do you think we
soldiers are just sitting around doing nothing? This desolate stretch of riverbank, our patrols are every fifteen minutes
. I just redeployed them tonight."
I nodded knowingly. Indeed, regardless of the era, illegal immigrants only choose to cross from economically underdeveloped
countries to economically developed ones. Currently, China's domestic economic development is booming, and people's
living standards are rising daily. Conversely, the Soviet Union is now in its twilight years; who would
choose to illegally cross over at this time?
"Hey, here they come! Quick, see if they're your people." Just as I was pondering, Balchev suddenly
patted my shoulder and said cheerfully.
Following Balchev's finger, I glanced towards the east bank of the river. In the hazy
moonlight reflecting off the snow, two conspicuous lights were drawing circles on the opposite bank's embankment—the signal Dongzi and I
had agreed upon. Just to be cautious, I picked up my binoculars and looked across. Sure enough,
five trucks were parked on the embankment.
"That's right, it's them," I nodded, putting down the binoculars.
"Alright, let's go!" Balchev seemed very excited. He jumped out of the vehicle first,
waved to the Soviet soldiers outside, and then strode towards the river.
In mid-February, the ice on the Heilongjiang River was still thick enough to support the weight of a vehicle, and
trade between China and the Soviet Union during the winter mainly relied on the ice crossings.
This was my first time experiencing ice smuggling firsthand, and in my opinion, the scale and scene of the military engaging in smuggling
was truly astonishing.
Following closely behind Balchev, I quickly walked down the riverbank. Not far from them, five
GAZ trucks with their engines off were slowly driving towards the river, accompanied by more than a hundred Soviet soldiers
wearing military overcoats and high-top boots.
Watching this smuggling army slowly moving across the ice, I felt that they were being far too blatant. Anyone
who didn't know better would probably think that war was about to break out between China and the Soviet Union again, and that this unit was on a night raid.
"Hey Balchev," I said, having slipped on the ice and nearly fallen flat on
my face , I grabbed Balchev's arm and whispered, "Didn't you make a bit of a commotion
? So many people, what if the news leaks out?"
"Leaks out? Heh heh, who dares leak news to me?" Balchev
sneered "What do you think my unit is? These guys are lucky to follow me; they always
get their share of the benefits. But if anyone dares to talk back, they all know the consequences. These days, it's common for a few people to mysteriously disappear from
the military ."
"Hmm, that's good, that's good." I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little uneasy. "For some reason,
I suddenly feel a bit anxious, like something's about to go wrong."
"Hey, what's wrong? You're scared at this crucial moment?" Balchev chuckled. "Don't worry,
I've arranged everything. As long as your people don't cause any problems,
you'll get your share of the money in five days at most."
"My people won't cause any problems," I said confidently. "With Dongzi watching over
them , and being seasoned veterans in the business, I trust them."
"Then there won't be any problems. What are you worried about?" Balchev laughed.
"I'm worried about your sales channels," I said. "You know, this batch of tobacco is quite large, and
the distribution stage is where problems are most likely to occur. Tell me honestly, who are you planning to sell this batch to?"
"Hehe, I can't tell you that," Balchev said smugly. "It's a trade
secret , it has to be kept confidential. Otherwise, would you still want to cooperate with me next time?"
"Who else can I go to if not you?" I said irritably.
"Since you'll come to me again next time, don't ask so many questions. Let's cooperate like this, hehe,
both sides benefit, isn't that good?" Balchev chuckled, then pointed to the approaching
riverbank and said, "Look, the people over there are coming to greet us. Go and get your business done, I'll arrange for people to load
the goods."
"Okay, tell your men to hurry up." I glanced at the riverbank and replied absentmindedly.
With over a hundred Soviet soldiers handling the task, loading and unloading five truckloads of cigarettes was a piece of cake. In no more than
twenty minutes, the five GAZ trucks, loaded with boxes and boxes of cigarettes, drove back to the west bank of the river. Then, with their headlights on
, they swaggered towards the Blagoveshchensk dock—Baltev's troops were stationed
there, and his military warehouse was the perfect place to hide the cigarettes.
"How's it going? Everything's going smoothly, right?" Sitting in the carriage, Balchev tossed me a cigarette
, lit one for himself, and said with a smile, "I told you, your worries were unnecessary."
"Screech—" Before Balchev could finish speaking, with a sudden screech of brakes,
the military vehicle we were in came to a screeching halt.
"What happened? What happened?" Balchev asked repeatedly.
"Comrade Balchev, there's a car blocking the road ahead, we can't get through," the driver in front
replied, turning his head.
"Oh no, something's happened!" That was my first reaction. "
This is impossible!" Balchev said angrily, "This is my jurisdiction. Even people from the Ministry of
Internal Affairs need my permission to enter. What could possibly happen to us here!"
With that, in his rage, Balchev kicked open the car door and jumped out.
'Don't panic, don't panic, the more critical the moment, the more you need to stay calm…' I
silently . Then, I reached out and pushed open the car door, ducking down as I climbed out.
As soon as I emerged and looked ahead in the bright moonlight, my heart turned ice-cold
. I knew that Balchev and I were completely finished today.
The two side roads leading to the city and the northern suburbs were blocked, and the obstruction
was made up of four Soviet BMP-1 armored vehicles. The snow on both sides of the road was filled with
Soviet soldiers in overcoats, fully armed.
The once arrogant Balchev was now someone else's prisoner.
Less than a dozen steps away, this self-important major was being escorted by two soldiers into an armored vehicle,
and the person issuing orders to the troops was a tall female officer.
Just as I tried to make out her features in the moonlight, she clearly noticed me as well.
Without a moment's hesitation, the female officer quickly led two soldiers towards me.
"You're that... what's your name... oh, Liu Zhi, the Chinese guy, right?" the female officer said coldly
.
"Yes... yes," I replied absentmindedly, feeling utterly hopeless.
"Very well," the female officer nodded and said, "I am Nina Ivanov Ivanova, a captain in the staff of the 16th
Border Guard Division . I am now honored to inform
you that you have been arrested on several
charges ."
"What did you say!" I shouted, "I'm an espionage agent! You're framing me! I'm telling
you, Colonel, I admit to smuggling contraband, bribing military personnel, and illegal profiteering, but your army has no right to arrest me
for these charges! According to your country's laws, only the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Trade..."
"Shut up!" Before she could finish speaking, Captain Nina kicked
me hard in the stomach, knocking me to the ground and knocking me unconscious.

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