Kneading on Love

By Sergiy Zhuravlov

Felix Sergeyevich Sayenko, a successful businessman, is accused of drug trafficking, taken into custody and placed in a temporary detention facility.
While under investigation he recalls how he met his first love, Natasha. What a wonderful wedding they had. Here he scrolls in memory of his first million, which he was able to earn by scrolling the finances during the galloping inflation.
Here – the twists and turns of chance participants in these events: a former Special Forces Gleb, who never managed to find himself in civilian life and continues to be a cleaner. At some point, he himself becomes a target of his own customer and is trying to escape from prosecution. Yura, an orphan, lives in social housing, a one-bedroom, a gamer. Doesn't go out on the street. He orders a girl online to chat for a few hours. She turns out to be a “call-girl” Lisa. Paradoxically, the couple falls in love. Officials and cops come after Yuri, and the pimps come after Lisa. Young guys are trying to get out of this situation, and they miraculously succeed. Talented journalist Anna and her husband Gregory, a gambler. When the moment comes, and he loses all the family property in cards, Gregory, without hesitation, put his wife's body on the line.
All of the above-described characters find themselves in a Moscow dump. Here harsh tests await them. Being in a pseudo-prison, the cellmates by means of intimidation drive Felix to a frenzy, and he gives up his business in exchange for freedom. Following his wife's advice, disguised as a homeless man, the businessman hides out at a garbage processing plant belonging to her. Here he is faced with a stern ordeal. Attending his own funeral, he realizes that everything that has happened to him is just a good staging, the purpose of which is physical elimination and appropriation of property.
Attending his own funeral, Felix realizes that everything that happened to him was just a good staging, the purpose of which is the physical removal and seizure of property.
Gleb, as a security guard at a garbage processing plant, rescues Anna after a gang rape and hides her from her husband. After that, he takes out the rapists. He himself has to evade prosecution. At some point all the heroes converge at the point of imminent death:
Anna helps Felix not to freeze to death on his own grave. Gleb miraculously manages to save Yura and Lisa from the recidivists. Together they make their escape from the junkyard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sergiy Zhuravlov
• Release date: Jul 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463464632

Sergiy Zhuravlov

Sergiy ZhuravlovSergiy Zhuravlov was born on 29. 10. 1958 in Lugansk, Ukraine.Lulled by Soviet propaganda - a volunteer in the liberation of Afghans from insidious imperialism...Elimination of the Chernobyl accident - commander of a special company.Gorbachev Perestroika. In 1987 I sent the Soviet and Comunyak people to a well-known address... I was one of the first to start my own business.Some of the things described in my books are based on real events from my life and the lives of my friends and acquaintances.I devote all my free time away from work and leisure to socializing, reading, and creating.I love playing hockey. I love fishing. I like windsurfing, yachting and diving. I like hunting. I like to participate in drag racing. I love my kids, I have three of them. I love my grandchildren, as of today I have eight of them. I love the Earth and the earthlings. I hate dictatorship and dictators. fascism, racism, and putin's russism.In the first weeks of Russia's attack on Ukraine, as a senior reserve officer, I organized and participated in the territorial defense near Bila Tserkva, near Kiev.My motto: Propaganda in any form should be banned, and the main thing is Peace without Borders!

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Title

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Epilogue

Stepping on the ground, we rest our heads on the eternal sky

BOOK 2

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KNEADING ON LOVE

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THE GOLDEN BILLION

Book 1

KNEADING ON LOVE

Prologue

The man was sitting in a chair, stroking the fur of a thoroughbred cat. As the cat purred, he remembered everything that had happened to him over the past twenty years. One event drove all the others. It's time to make your choice. The dish called Tutankhamun's Revenge is completely cold. It's time to start the banquet.

The person chose a contact, called and said:

It's Twilight over Cuba. Start The Plan A.

Chapter 1

For the appearance of a miracle of harmony, a true artist needs only one line

When he arrived at the airport, he went through border control on the green line and thought: I still can't get used to crossing the border. Constantly, flying to his home in Russia, affects the internal tension. Why is that? I do not understand. All right, it's over. I'm going to get in my Audi R8 and be home in half an hour. A burning fireplace, a sip of Martel, and a faithful dog at my feet. The servants have been notified of my arrival. Tomorrow I will personally find out who or what interrupted my vacation.

And at this time, in the covered parking lot for VIP customers, near a sports car, two people were standing and carefully watching a respectable man who came out of the airport building. In the bright artificial light, they could see the smallest details of its appearance. The person they were waiting for looked very stylish. Above the collar of his white cashmere coat was the black stripe of his jacket, and above it, very elegantly, as if sewn, was the collar of a snow-white shirt, tied with a purple tie. His trousers were dark blue, or rather the color of a crow's wing, and they were smooth and without a single crease, and they fell over black shoes that glittered with a mirror-like sheen. His face matched the suit: dark from the southern sun, clean-shaven, with a regular nose and well-defined lips. Under the Trilby hat, which was belted with a ribbon in the color of his tie, he could see the immaculate back of his head. The man's chic appearance was a mockery of the observers, and only professionalism forced them to study the object in such detail. This man fit the description perfectly.

The two men at the car looked at each other: it was him they were waiting for.

Mr. Felix Sayenko? the man who looked like an alien asked.

Yes. This is me. And with whom do I have the honor?

Junior Justice Adviser of the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation Alexander Glyzdin. Here's my ID,The alien showed the document.

His appearance was really funny. His long, bald head, with its thin, protruding ears and two gas-exchange holes for a nose, which ended in a thin neck, made him look like a pear-shaped light bulb illuminating an underground passage. If his wide-set eyes were not horizontal, but spread out, the resemblance to a movie alien would be absolute. You'll never forget what you saw once.

This is my colleague, lawyer first class Anishin Vadim, the alien introduced.

The second type was the exact opposite of the first. The ears are not visible at all, only the cheeks and shoulders at once. The mouth is too small for such a huge hari, and the nose is clearly broken, because it fell to the left. The small eyes were different: one horizontal, the other turned up at the edge. The face had an expression of thoughtfulness, but it did not inspire confidence.

You must come with us. There are several issues that we would like to resolve with your help.

Am I being detained?

No, Felix! This is a small talk. You will not refuse the employees of the Investigative Committee in such a request? We are in a car, and in just an hour you will be taken to the place you specified.

The gentlemen were so convincing and polite that it was difficult to refuse them. Of course, an important role was played by the genetic memory of many generations of my ancestors who were serfs, which is even worse than slaves. In such situations, the logic is powerless in the face of such an argument as to the identity of the adviser of justice of the Investigative Committee of the whole.

Why are the FSB people looking for me? Felix wondered, having a mental dialogue with himself. I am very loyal to the government, I even joined the ruling United Russia party! Forgive me, Lord, for this weakness. I pay my taxes as much as my fear and self-esteem allow. Where did my polish and confidence go in three minutes of polite conversation with the police? Well, gentlemen, I'm not in the mood to talk about the weather. And if you don't have a warrant for your arrest, let me get on with my business. Come with a warrant – then I will be happy to talk to you. I could have told you, but I didn't! The policemen showed their ID cards. An internal switch clicked in my brain, and I immediately froze like a rabbit before a boa constrictor, did not even twitch, sat down in silence and drove off. No amount of wealth helped me not to be a slave in Russia... Maybe it's just as well that my wife decided to stay late.

Both in the memory of the past and in the foresight of the future, the present loses its value

The car stopped.

Aha, here we are, flashed through the prisoner's mind.

Felix, are you tired? Answer a couple of questions, and we will release you from communicating with us. I beg. Come on in. They are waiting for you outside this door, looking forward to it.

In the study, he was met by a good-natured, balding uncle with the most intelligent eyes. He looked like an old wizard. It seemed as if he was about to put on a magician's hat, hug her, and say, Felix! Did we play a great trick on you?! Relax, you're in Russia! But instead I heard:

Are you citizen Felix Saenko?

Yes, the newcomer replied confidently.

Were you born on October 27, 1966 in the city of Luhansk?

Right there.

Good evening. My name is Dmitry Dmitrievich. I am the adviser of justice. Read this document here. Don't be shy. Have a seat.

And if at first the sight of the astrologer gave hope that the detention was wrong, then the papers handed over for review put him in a stupor. They read: on January 28, at 19: 45, during the passage of the MAPP Krupets – Rylsk automobile checkpoint, a car belonging to the company EvroRosLTD CJSC, which was carrying eighteen tons of electronic cigarettes, was inspected. In one of the boxes, three kilograms of a white substance were found. As a result of the examination, this substance was identified as high-quality cocaine. The car and cargo were arrested. The people accompanying the cargo have been detained.

How do you like this information? the man sitting under the portraits of the guarantors asked.

The firm is part of my consortium, Felix said after a moment's hesitation. We really started to supply e-cigarettes from the Netherlands. But what does cocaine have to do with it? What does that have to do with me?

Felix, it is in order to get an answer to this question that we have invited you here. The fact is that the freight forwarder we detained during the interrogation showed that he was supposed to deliver one of the boxes of cigarettes to your home. And surprisingly, it was in this box that three kilograms of cocaine were found. A criminal case was opened under Article 228 of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation for the distribution of narcotic drugs on a particularly large scale. And, alas, we are forced to detain you as a suspect in the organization of drug traffic. Here is the ruling. You can make a call and invite your lawyer for tomorrow.

Are you crazy?!! This is one of my many firms. I can't be responsible for the actions of all my employees!

Citizen Felix! Don't make your situation worse. Make the calls you're supposed to make. I have no right to question you after twenty-two, and now it is twenty-two. So I'll leave you until tomorrow morning. After the call, you will be taken to a pre-trial detention cell, and then sent to a pre-trial detention center, where you will stay until the investigation is completed. By the way, there is a court order for your arrest. They also made the decision to deny bail. The trial was held in absentia. Our Committee has that right. Especially considering the gravity of the crime and the fact that its organizer has dual citizenship.

Personal freedom is given to everyone under his responsibility

The place of the Wizard took Glisten and Anisin. The first one took Felix's iPhone, wallet, documents, car keys, and cigarettes. In general, everything that was in his pockets. The second man picked up the landline phone.

Why is it that you, citizen Felix, smoke yourself, and get others hooked on electronic cigarettes? It's not good to be a hypocrite. Yes, you call, do not hesitate and do not delay us. The time is late. We are not allowed to break the laws and conduct investigative actions after ten in the evening.

I don't keep the lawyer's phone number in my memory! Give me my iPhone! Felix demanded.

We have no right. It is withdrawn.

He had no choice but to dial the lawyer's number at random. The caller did not respond. He dialed again. And again silence.

Citizen Felix, you have used your right to make a phone call. And by and large, we do not care whether you say something or keep silent, everything that you tell us now is of little interest to us. Everything we need to hear against you, Felix, has long been said by others. Give me your shoelaces and tie. Let's go. I'll show you your apartment for today."

The detainee took out his shoelaces and took off his tie. Anishin went out first, followed by Felix. Closed, breathing in the back, Glisten. Twenty meters away from the office where the Wizard had so abruptly changed the fate of a successful businessman, Anishin opened the door, and Glyzdin pushed the prisoner inside. The door slammed shut. The key turned in the lock. That's it! Closed!

Running his hand along the walls, the prisoner tried to find the switch. I didn't find it. But I determined the size of the room, only one square meter. Less of a kennel for a mongrel. And his Kurzhaar a separate room. There's no chair either. An hour ago, he'd been thinking about the dog, the fireplace… He thought about anything but being charged with drug trafficking, arrested, and locked up for the night in a punishment cell without food, water, a toilet, or a bed. He hoped that this would be his only night in captivity, and that tomorrow he would make fun of his captors.

I'd like to stay up all night. It is to stand, because I do not want to sit on the floor in expensive trousers that cost more than the salary of my jailers, at least on principle. In addition, there is a strong smell of urine, these were the last proud thoughts of the prisoner struggling with sleep.

By morning, Felix didn't care how much his pants were worth. Her legs simply refused to support her body. He slept sitting up, leaning against the wall. In his mind, still alive with freedom, images of the past surfaced…

The free choice of a person does not change his fate

... He was discussing the coming weekend with his hunting companion. Today, the comrade headed one of the forest farms in the Carpathians, the area of which is equal to the area of a city with a million people. There are all sorts of animals there, but he was interested in the black grouse bird. Now is the time to hunt him.

Felix, you came to the meeting, expert cigar tobacco from the procurement division of raw materials, Mr. Ladwin, said the Secretary on the intercom.

Couldn't he get in touch with me on the phone?

He says, very important information. You yourself forbade discussing this over the phone.

Okay, let me in.

Entered Ladwin.

"Good afternoon, Felix.

You interrupted me from an important conversation?

Excuse me, Chief, this is my job.

Okay. Have a seat and explain the essence of the problem.

The situation requires an immediate decision. We're buying tobacco on the island of Java, and the new owner, daddy's son, who inherited the plantations, lost money in Las Vegas and is going to sell everything under the hammer. A change of ownership can lead to a change in the product range or, even worse, a reorientation of the new owners to other buyers. You know how long it took us to establish the supply of this elite tobacco for cigars double Crown and churchill!

Perhaps I will buy this plantation, so that very few people know about it? it flashed through the businessman's mind, and he hurried to order, Give me all the information you have on the plantation. Immediately.

All right, Felix.

Lyadvin jumped up, and five minutes later laid out photos of the island of Java on the table in front of his director.

I never had to go there, Felix thought, not without regret, and dialed the manager's number and spoke in English. Good afternoon. How are you, Miguel?

More or less, replied the man with a strong Spanish accent".

Are you Spanish?

Cuban.

I see. Miguel, you have a call from Russia, your tobacco user. My name is Felix.I know Russian, I once studied in Moscow.

Russian is worse than my English," said the other, and they switched to Russian.

"We have a change of owner on the plantation soon, and I can't promise anything about the supply of tobacco. Maybe I'll get fired, too.

How much does your master owe?

Seventeen million.

What is the real cost of a tobacco plantation?

If sold with a crop that you can touch with your hands, it will be worth seventy million. And while nothing has grown, you can't sell it for twenty.

Miguel, would you be willing to become my manager if she became mine?

I like this job. I can do it, the Cuban said confidently and happily.

Call the owner and tell him that the Russian is ready to start negotiations. Let your employer give me his phone number.

All right, Felix.

Goodbye, Miguel.

Chapter 2

With the obvious lightness of zero with it, one is immediately ten

The Yankee started with forty million dollars. Felix said that he would give him fifteen today, and that for forty he would probably buy the plantation in the fall, provided the tobacco crop was harvested. After an hour of negotiations, the Yankee lowered the price to twenty-five. The Russian stood by his suggestion. The next day, in the morning, the Yankee asked for twenty. By lunchtime, I agreed to seventeen.

Felix was flying to Java to make a deal and inspect his holdings. At the airport in Ngurah Rai, he was met by the manager of the tobacco plantation, Miguel, a thin man of indeterminate age, with firm skin and absolutely gray hair.

How old are you, Miguel? the Russian asked.

Forty-six.

Why is he completely gray-haired?

This is a long story related to my work in socialist Cuba.

Will you tell me sometime?

Absolutely.

Felix reissued the foundation documents, setting Miguel's share at twelve and a half percent, on the condition that he would increase the productivity of the plantation by twenty-five. I opened a deposit in the bank and signed additional conditions for the disposal of money. Now only he, the new owner, could withdraw the money coming to the account from the sale of tobacco, and only by being present in person. The physical resemblance, the identification cards, had no meaning, only the living fingerprints of fingers, palms, and retinal photos.

The new owner liked the place insanely, and he decided to definitely visit here when it is winter in Russia…

The master of his own fate, like the rest, is subject to chance

Present time

Felix! Get up! Get out of the cell! Face the wall! Go ahead!

Felix's overflowing bladder had been keeping him awake for a long time, so he happily accepted and commented on the guard's suggestion:

If I had to stay locked up for at least another hour, the smell of my urine would be added to the stable ambergris here.

The warden did not react to his remark in any way and a couple of minutes later brought the detainee to the very office where he was shown the arrest warrant yesterday. Now, in addition to the counselor, Felix's family lawyer Felix was present. Elated with hope, the businessman rushed joyfully to embrace the lawyer, but the lawyer's embrace was sluggish.

Leonid Arkadyevich, what's going on? I arrived, I leave the airport, I am detained and brought here. Here I am charged with drug smuggling. They show an arrest warrant. They say that a court has already taken place that authorized this arrest. I had to spend the night in some stinking doghouse. Have you resolved the issue of my release?

Dear Felix, It's much more complicated than you think. Your home was searched in the presence of the manager and witnesses, during which two more kilograms of cocaine were seized. As your lawyer, I was invited to attend. And, alas, I have to confirm that everything was done correctly in the process. The grounds for your detention are obvious. I filed an appeal against your detention, but it was refused. The court also refused to grant us bail. Alas, now you will be taken to the pre-trial detention center. Be strong, Felix. Your spouse does not answer the phone. A warrant has also been issued for her arrest as your accomplice. Personally, I believe that you are innocent, and I will involve the best lawyers. We will release you.

Citizen Felix! A convoy is coming to pick you up.

Yes, take me to the bathroom. The bladder is bursting. And the head, too."

Twenty minutes later, the convoy came in and signed for Felix, the way freight forwarders sign for perishable goods at the base. Meat! In fact, he is their meat.

Face the wall! Hands up!

They searched him, took him out of the building, and loaded him into a crater.

Felix remembered May, the sun, girls in short skirts, cherry blossoms, and he was driving the first Audi R8 in the CIS that had just arrived from the Geneva Motor Show. The impact of the eight-cylinder engine, which has absorbed a herd of stallions, gives you goosebumps. The speed is only sixty kilometers, the engine speed is 1600, the sound is low, like the purr of a very large cat.

All eyes are focused exclusively on the car. The kids pull on the arms and sleeves of their parents, pointing at the sports car with their fingers. Teenagers shoot with mobile phones. The girls smile, and the guys respectfully raise their index finger.

Humming to the beat of the engine, he even composed a poem:

The car rushes me in itself,

I press the gas with my right foot...

The power of it breaks from the outside,

And they call me a madman.

The head turns both old and young:

For four seconds to a hundred!

Who raises a fist-a bastard!

Someone yaps from the doorway.

The one who is forever persecuted by fate,

Spiteful to those who are more successful than him.

He will drink his troubles into the smoke,

Running away from the old life.

There is no recipe for success to catch…

Apparently, the Almighty wanted it that way:

Someone will barely find it to devour,

And for someone, the table is always lush.

And here he is in the Funnel.

Holy shit! What a metamorphosis! burst out Felix.

There were about twenty people in the van of the car, which could hold twelve people. He got a standing position. For some reason, most people laugh, but his heart is disgusting. There is no fear. Or rather, it was always there, but muffled by the feeling that no harm would come to him. Alas, it happened. I must have made a mistake somewhere. Angered the fate of their happiness. But my grandmother said that in Russia a person who lives in happiness is half stupid, and on the other half-blissful, because he has no fear.

By the time we got to the pre-trial detention center, we had