Struggle in Russia

【Struggle in Tsarist Russia】 【】

Viscount Vladimir Nikolayevich Mordvichev walked out of the office leisurely. Although it was not time to get off work yet, as one of the department heads of the Ministry of Justice, it would not matter if he left early. What did someone do to him.

After all, being a leader requires maintaining so many relationships. If you don’t spare some work time, how can you take care of them?

As for whether it will affect my job?

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Is there anything noteworthy about the work of the Ministry of Justice? It's not just about processing some boring official documents.

Any college student who graduated from law school can handle these things. All he needs is a signature.

Anyway, Mordvichev has been working in the Ministry of Justice for more than 20 years, and his work every day is similar. Without him, the department will continue to operate as usual.

He hummed a tune happily and walked out of the door of the Ministry of Justice. Along the way, he met many people with similar status to him. Everyone tacitly agreed to arrive late and leave early. Anyway, the Russian Ministry of Justice is just a decoration. In the service of the tsar, it was not a question of being proficient and familiar with the legal provisions.

"Liao Niya, how about we go have a drink tonight?"

Mordvichev greeted the other leaders enthusiastically, and the others responded with fake enthusiasm, but everyone knew that this was just a scene.

Most of us still play our own roles. After all, everyone has a similar status, and there are only so many ways to rise in the Ministry of Justice. To put it bluntly, everyone is in a competitive relationship, and they are just maintaining superficial harmony and harmony.

After saying hello, Mordvichev calmly boarded his carriage, and the coachman skillfully led him to his usual salon without him having to ask.

This salon was organized by his "good friend" Witkin and was open almost every day. The people who often go there are also fixed, and they are all friends of the same circle or faction.

As for Vitkin's identity, apparently he is just a wealthy businessman in St. Petersburg, but in fact he is a gangster, the so-called gang boss.

As for why Mordvichev became friends with such a person, the reason is very simple.

Witkin needed his help, and he needed Witkin's gold rubles. It's a natural fit for everyone to get what they need.

Over the years, he has received hundreds of thousands of rubles from Witkin on and off, and Witkin has avoided a lot of trouble because of his help.

Everyone is very satisfied with this relationship. If nothing else, Mordvichev will be a good friend of Vitkin until his retirement.

"Vinya, you're here just in time. Come and try the red wine I just imported from France. You are an expert. How does it taste?"

Mordvichev was warmly welcomed by Witkin as soon as he entered the door. He likes French red wine the most, or he is deeply obsessed with French culture.

According to Mordvichev's plan, after retirement he will definitely leave St. Petersburg and go to Paris to settle in France. At that time, he could enjoy the most authentic French meals and French red wine, instead of always having to waste French delicacies with a group of half-hearted people like now.

Mordvichev always felt that a vulgar guy like Vitkin did not deserve to enjoy French delicacies, which was equivalent to eating peonies.

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It's a pity that he still relies on Witkin's sponsorship for his pension, so he can only hang out with them reluctantly.

Mordvichev took the goblet and swung the crimson liquid in the glass, then sniffed it gently, and then said affectionately: "The good wine of Tula Winery, if you keep more, The flavor will be even better after two years! It’s a pity to drink it now!”

Witkin immediately laughed wildly: "My dear friend, you are really an expert. Yes, it is the good wine from Tula Winery. I spent a lot of money to get it! I knew you would like it!"

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Mordvichev just smiled, knowing exactly what the point of Witkin's words was. It's just that the wine is expensive and I hope he appreciates it. Actually, it’s really not necessary!

It’s not that there’s no need to send it, but there’s no need to put it so bluntly. Rough people are too careless in doing things, and they insist on making things so disappointing. If you are more reserved and reserved, you will die!

But Mordvichev was no longer interested in correcting Witkin's rusticity and vulgarity. Because he knew that wild boars cannot eat fine grains, he once tried to make Witkin more elegant, but the result was very embarrassing, making both parties a little embarrassed.

Anyway, I have gotten used to it over the years, so be vulgar, as long as you have enough money!

Mordvichev changed the subject with an implicit smile and turned to romance. He just didn't like talking about money and interests on such occasions, as he felt it was a disgrace.

You can definitely go to his office to discuss this kind of thing during working hours! Why should we live up to the beautiful scenery at this time?

Vitkin also knew his character, laughed and told a few jokes and walked away, leaving time and space for the French red wine and French beauties that Mordvichev liked.

This is what Mordvichev is most satisfied with about Witkin. A knowledgeable person is better than anything else. In the past, some older brothers from other walks of life tried to make friends with him, but all of them were so uninterested that they always tried to make things superfluous and disturb his enjoyment.

After being cozy with the beauties, Mordvitchev found Baron Oleg Alexanderevich Blokhin with a smile while holding a wine glass.

This is another good friend of his who has been hanging out with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Although his status is not particularly high, his connections are very wide.

"What's the latest news, my friend. "

Blokhin gently pushed away the beautiful woman in his arms and sent her aside, then whispered: "No!"

Mordvichev snorted: "Come on, the situation is so complicated now. How come there is no latest news? Stop being so pretentious and tell us!"

Blokhin smiled bitterly and said: "No, you don't know. Duke Alexander Gorchakov is completely different from Count Neserrodie. He emphasizes confidentiality and discipline. He doesn't trust us in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs very much either. A veteran. Now it’s more than ten times more difficult to find out some information than before!”

Mordvichev frowned: "Isn't it possible? Your Excellency, the Duke, is not afraid of your rebellion?"

Blokhin spread his hands and said: "I'm afraid he wants us to rebel, so he can find an excuse to drive us all away."

Mordvichev's eyes widened: "Isn't that right? Is Your Excellency the Duke ready to move closer to those liberal elements?"

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Blokhin sneered: "The Duke is originally a liberal, so why talk about getting closer! But I feel that his attitude is still relatively vague. Now he is only trying to control us to gain power, and he does not really want to join the liberals... However, I’m afraid the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is about to reshuffle its cards! Life is going to be difficult again!”