After downing a bottle of vodka, Lin Chenran immediately rose to his feet, lifted his glass, and congratulated Kovalevitch. "Kovalevitch, congratulations on your promotion to Chief of Staff of the Far East Fleet."
The corners of Kovalevitch's mouth lifted slightly into a faint smile, his face brimming with joy and pride.
When friends learned of his promotion and congratulated him in person, the sense of fulfillment it gave him was immeasurably gratifying.
"Thank you, Lin. Without your tremendous support, I could never have reached my current position," Kovalevitch said sincerely.
"No, no, no. This was entirely because of your outstanding ability, as well as your leaders' talent for recognizing and appointing capable people." Lin Chenran quickly shook his head and corrected him.
"That deserves a penalty!"
Lin Chenran repeatedly waved his hands in refusal.
"Yes, yes, yes. This was entirely because my abilities had already reached this level, and because I earned the recognition of my superiors." Kovalevitch nodded in agreement.
"I'll punish myself with a whole bottle!!!"
With that, Kovalevitch picked up a freshly opened bottle of vodka, tipped his head back, and chugged it dry in one go.
The Red Romance tavern had a rather mixed crowd, with people from all walks of life.
If what Kovalevitch said here reached the ears of some high-ranking official, then even if he had ten mouths, he would never be able to explain himself.
If his enemies heard it, they would definitely seize the chance to ruin him completely.
There was a reason drinking caused trouble.
After chugging a bottle of vodka, Kovalevitch's body trembled slightly. His face turned pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.
His deep-set eyes were now filled with fear and unease. His gaze darted around, and cold sweat broke out all over