Don't Ask for Trouble

Back at the police station, after seeing Wang Ye and his group off.

Lyudmila's smiling face immediately darkened like a storm cloud.

She strode back into the office building and kicked open the interrogation room door. Sergei and the others were still sitting there obediently, not daring to leave.

"Sergei! Fuck! You little bastard, you've gotten me killed..."

Lyudmila's eyes were wide as saucers as she glared fiercely at Sergei and spoke through gritted teeth.

Judging by her expression, she would have loved nothing more than to pull out her pistol and shoot Sergei on the spot...

The people beside her hurriedly held her back and tried to calm her down. "Chief, don't be impulsive. Things aren't that bad yet, are they? We should hurry and figure out how to report this to the city bureau. The Speaker said you were to go to his office tomorrow and explain yourself. Maybe if you go apologize and admit your mistake, this will all blow over. It wasn't that serious a mistake to begin with..."

There was some sense in that.

If one had to say how serious today's incident was, it really did not amount to much.

Besides, wasn't this how police officers all over Moscow acted? Whenever they saw foreigners, especially Asians, if they did not go over to stop them, check their passports, and ask for some "beer money," it felt as though they had lost out somehow...

And those Chinese merchants could not speak the language, were timid and afraid of trouble, and had plenty of money. They loved using money to make trouble disappear.

This had long been common knowledge throughout the entire system!

"From this moment on, you're suspended! Go home, pack your things, and get ready to dig potatoes in Siberia!" Lyudmila viciously tossed out