Chapter 81: Praise God

　　 Siberia in May is the most comfortable season of the year. The temperature is moderate and the sun is shining. You can enjoy the feeling of spring when standing in the sun.
　　 Leningrad.
　　 It is the political, economic and cultural center of Russia in history. It is known as the northern capital of Russia. It is also Russia's largest industrial city and the most important city for the deployment of the Soviet navy.
　　 At this time, the northernmost industrial city in the world was caught in a mighty demonstration.
　　 Countless young people wearing factory uniforms walked in groups on the street, holding banners and holding signs, they were shouting.
　　 "Let Gorba get down!"
　　 "We want democracy!"
　　 "We want freedom!"
　　 "We want food!"
　　 "We want vodka!"
　　 Tens of thousands of strikers gathered together and shouted, densely packed like a torrent of moving humanity.
The 　　 hammer and sickle logo was vandalized by protesters, and the Marine Corps holding guns wherever it passed can only keep moving back again and again.
　　 At the gates of major state-run shopping malls, shoppers also lined up long.
　　 Due to the strict control of the quantity of various materials, residents have to start queuing early in the morning.
　　 In the mall, Zhuoya, who had been queuing up at two o'clock in the morning and finally entered the mall, pushed the shopping cart slowly forward.
　　 The shelves around it were empty and no merchandise could be seen, and even the usual supply of brown bread seemed to disappear.
　　 Zhuoya did not panic. She was sixty years old and had experienced the baptism of war. She had nothing to fear.
　　 Slowly pushing the shopping cart in her hand, Zhuo Ya walked to the egg shelf.
　　 Two baskets of red fresh eggs are impressively on the shelf.
　　 This is one of the few foods in the mall.
　　 A gleam of joy flashed in Zhuo Ya's old eyes.
　　 God is merciful, and he will never end the way.
　　 Released the shopping cart in her hand, Zhuo Ya moved towards the eggs on the shelf.
　　 But at this moment, a young and strong youth walked by quickly and picked up the eggs on the shelf when Zhuoya was about to walk to the shelf.
　　 Two baskets, the young man picked up the two baskets of eggs and turned around and left.
　　 was sluggish for a second, Zhuo Ya showed a bitter smile helplessly.
　　Perhaps, God took a nap today.
　　 Food shortages, food shortages, even the most common brown bread has been out of stock, and many ordinary residents are caught in a difficult life like Zhuoya.
　　Of course, this is only for ordinary residents.
　　 Ekaterina, the only empress in Russian history to be named "the Great".
　　 The Winter Palace she left is known as one of the largest civilizations of mankind.
　　 Few people know that Queen Katerina also owns a luxurious private palace.
　　 It is the Lion Garden.
　　 is located next to the Winter Palace and near St. Isaac’s Cathedral. It is named after two antique stone lions at the door.
　　 The red pillars and mottled walls exude a rich historical charm, and the two mighty and majestic lions at the door show the supreme demeanor of the Russian royal family.
　　Walking into the palace, the gorgeous golden interior decoration is full of noble style,
　　 The hall and the main corridor are restored to the luxurious beauty of the 1820s. Four Doric marble columns support the circular arches on all sides, and the ceiling of the circular arches is decorated with delicate and orderly relief patterns.
　　 led the way by the chandeliers full of candlesticks, stepped on the carpet of flowers and flowers, and walked into the corridor of two rows of Egyptian columns. The long tiles were pasted on the wall with Corinthian column decoration.
　　Remember how brave and domineering this female czar was when he converted to Orthodox Church and realized Russia's substantial territorial expansion.
　　 There is also a glimpse of the enchanting and enchanting style of the daughter of the German prince.
But Queen Katerina is always a woman. She imitated the noble ladies of the Bourbon dynasty. She has more than 30 lovers of different professions, ages, and cultural levels. Naturally, she needs a gentle palace that will not be disturbed. It is the meaning of the existence of Lion Garden.
　　 At this time, an extravagant party is being held on the top floor of Lion Garden.
　　 There are tall military generals in british uniforms, politicians with extraordinary suits and leather shoes, red-faced business tycoons, and senior officials from major banks.
　　 This is a high-level gathering of Leningrad social classes. The attendees included almost all the big figures in Leningrad’s political, military, and business levels.
　　Of course, this kind of occasion will never lack celebrities and beauties.
　　 There are brightly dressed and cool girls passing through the crowd holding a goblet with red wine, and there are also ladies or actresses in formal dresses talking to people from time to time.
　　 Cheers and laughter, as well as expressive eyes.
　　 In the central area, silver-white light flashes on tables tens of meters long. No, it should be said that it is silver light.
　　The silverware of the royal cuisine is full of various delicacies.
　　There are delicacies from all over the world, including royal traditional secret dishes, caviar from the deep sea, and Lafite from France.
　　 Luxurious and noble.
　　The light radiating from the glazed lighting makes this place full of royal luxury, holding a glass of red wine, standing on the top floor and looking down at the demonstrators downstairs, as if God is looking down on the world.
　　 "Pop, papa!"
Suddenly, the emcee on the high stage patted both hands~EbookFREE.me~Irina Tarasova, a famous host of Leningrad TV station, has a large fan base in Leningrad with her beauty and purity. Invited to act as the emcee of this charity banquet.
　　"Honorable gentlemen and ladies, let us welcome Mr. Robert John, the knight from England. The kind Mr. John will provide half a million dollars in donations for this banquet to help those families who unfortunately lost their jobs!"
　　 "Pop, papa!"
　　 Amid the cordial applause, an Englishman with a generous body and a red face walked onto the high platform.
　　 He is wearing an expensive suit, his hair is gray and slightly older, because he looks quite friendly.
　　 Taking the microphone handed over by the emcee, Robert John made a noble ceremony toward the stage.
　　 "I am very glad to be able to participate in this charity dinner. On behalf of Capital One, I donated half a million US dollars to the families who unfortunately lost their jobs in Leningrad, hoping to help them tide over the difficulties!"
　　 "Pop, papa!"
　　 In applause, Robert John took out the cheque he had prepared earlier and handed it out.
　　500,000.
　　 Standard Chartered Bank check for half a million dollars.
　　 Seeing the above amount, Irina, who temporarily acts as the emcee, has a sweeter smile on her face.
　　 She stretched out her hands and took the check from Robert.
　　 But right here, Irina felt her palm tickling a few times.
　　 Irina, with a sweet smile, didn't have any peculiar colors. She and Robert took the microphone when their eyes crossed.
　　 "Let us thank Mr. John for his kindness! Thank him for his generosity!"
　　 "Pop, papa!"
　　 Robert John whispered in applause.
　　 "Praise God!"