"What a beauty." Zhu Zhiyuan sighed secretly, found a seat, sat down, ordered a glass of wine, drank slowly, and at the same time admired Nadya's dancing.
In his previous life, he once thought that the Nadya in Prague's mouth was the result of a father's excessive fantasy about his dead daughter.
But at the moment he saw Nadya, he knew that Prague was not exaggerating. She was an exquisite beauty. Her figure and appearance were even three points better than Prague said.
When a father praises his daughter, he usually doesn't praise her figure.
In the eyes of an unrelated man like Zhu Zhiyuan, Nadya's big breasts, long legs, thin waist and high butt tightly wrapped in leather hot pants are almost fatally attractive.
Coupled with those wild eyes, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she is a fairy.
Nadya danced several songs in a row, and countless rough men surrounded her, but no one dared to dance with her.
She is like a king cobra, proud, beautiful, but deadly poisonous. Everyone is attracted by her beauty, but afraid of her poison.
After another dance, Nadya was so excited that she returned to her seat. A bear-like bald man helped her pull out the chair with a smile on her face, but Nadya didn't even look at it.
She poured a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, poured another glass, held it in her hand, and then stretched her legs to stretch.
Dancing in high heels can make your figure more perfect, but it also puts greater pressure on the leg muscles.
This is the most troublesome problem for all women who love beauty, and Nadya is no exception.
"It's so long and so white." Zhu Zhiyuan was sitting not far away, watching this scene and secretly admiring.
Nadya seemed to hear his praise and turned to look at him.
When their eyes met, Zhu Zhiyuan smiled slightly and raised the wine glass in his hand.
Nadya glanced at him and ignored him.
She took a slow sip of wine, and Ruxue's long legs did not retract. Instead, she pointed her toes in Zhu Zhiyuan's direction and hooked them twice.
She looked sideways at Zhu Zhiyuan, her sapphire blue eyes seemed to have hooks in them.
If he is a frivolous guy and thinks that this stunning beauty is interested in him and is trying to seduce him, he will approach her.
Then, the end result would be a broken arm or leg, or simply death, and the body would be thrown into the Black Sea in the middle of the night.
This happened more than once, Bragg said it many times, and every time he laughed and was very proud.
Now that Bragg had repeatedly reminded him, Zhu Zhiyuan certainly would not be fooled. He smiled slightly and withdrew his eyes from Nadya's long legs.
Seeing that he didn't take the bait, Nadya curled her lips and ignored him.
She originally wanted to have some fun, but the prey didn't take the bait, which made her feel very boring, and she lost interest in Zhu Zhiyuan.
Nadya drank a glass of wine, got up and left. As soon as she got up, several big men followed her, including the bald bear.
These followers who follow Nadya like dogs are not just gangsters in the society. They are all elite special forces of the former SUKGB operation unit. Every one of them is a super killer if they are released.
After the fall of the behemoth of the former Soviet Union, countless once-famous killing machines were living among the people, perhaps working as gatekeepers, perhaps shining shoes, or perhaps dying of drunkenness on the cold streets at midnight.
"Handsome guy, can you buy me a drink?"
Just as Nadya's back disappeared outside the door, a charming female voice sounded in Zhu Zhiyuan's ears.
Zhu Zhiyuan turned around and saw a red-haired woman wearing only a hot black vest and a leather little black skirt so short that she could almost ignore it.
She sat down opposite Zhu Zhiyuan, with her same sapphire blue eyes as if wildfire was burning.
This is a wandering girl in the bar. If Zhu Zhiyuan is willing, he can buy her a drink and agree on the price, and then he can take her back to the hotel and have a night of fun.
Yes, this is what Bragg said again and again.
This is not shameful. When a country collapses suddenly, it is like a big tree in the wilderness falling down. The birds and beasts that once relied on the tree can only look for food on their own.
Whether it is smuggling, working as a vagabond, or shining shoes, if you can make money, you can survive.
When you can't survive, someone will laugh at you. As long as you live, no one will blame you.
In fact, the Ukraine at this time was relatively good compared to the Ukraine that was reduced to a sea of corpses and blood before Zhu Zhiyuan was reborn.
Although their living methods are different, basically they can still survive. However, sixteen years later, countless people cannot survive and can only live in foreign countries or become corpses.
But Zhu Zhiyuan is not here to have fun.
He looked at the red-haired woman all night, shook his head slightly, didn't say anything, and just drank from his glass.
If you don't want to, you can just turn a blind eye. As long as you talk to someone, you can't get rid of them.
The red-haired woman refused to give up. She stretched her legs over and teased Zhu Zhiyuan's legs: "Handsome man, please buy me a drink. Am I not hot?"
Zhu Zhiyuan took his feet back and frowned slightly.
Under normal circumstances, this red-haired woman should stop. Although this place is a little more barbaric, it is still a normal country and there are still general rules.
If you mess around, even Nadya won't agree to it. If you mess around, if the rules are broken, there will be no guests in the future.
But maybe the red-haired woman was really short of money tonight, or maybe it was Zhu Zhiyuan's oriental face that made the red-haired woman have other thoughts.
She glanced to the side, and a big man with a black tiger tattooed on his hand came over.
The tattooed man sat down, took out a dagger and threw it on the table.
He didn't say anything, just looked at Zhu Zhiyuan, like a tiger staring at a sheep in a pen.
In fact, Zhu Zhiyuan could ignore him. He didn't dare to mess around in Najia's shop.
But Zhu Zhiyuan was a little annoyed.
He put down the wine glass, picked up the dagger, looked at it twice, moved his fingers to the tip of the dagger, hooked the dagger between his index and middle fingers, and pressed his thumb against the other side, exerting force.
Boom.
The tip of the dagger actually broke.
The tattooed man's expression suddenly changed, and the red-haired woman let out a soft cry.
The dagger is made of fine steel. Of course, it is precisely because it is made of steel that it can break, while iron can only bend.
You can use three fingers to break a dagger, which is something that most people will never be able to do.
Both the red-haired woman and the tattooed man were shocked.
"Sorry." The tattooed man stood up and said to the red-haired woman: "Let's go, don't disturb the guests."
The red-haired woman stood up and also said sorry.
Strong people will be respected everywhere.
"Wait a moment."
As Zhu Zhiyuan spoke, he took out a few U.S. dollars from his bag, about four or five, but they were all worth one hundred dollars each. He stuffed them into the vest on the red-haired woman's chest, and teased them with his fingers naturally. .
"This is to compensate for your dagger." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled: "Besides, you are very hot, but I am not free today."
"Thank you." The red-haired woman thanked her with a face of surprise, and there was a hint of smile on the ugly square face of the tattooed man.
One hand is soft and the other is hard, don't be timid but try not to make enemies casually.
In his previous life, he did quite well in this regard. After five years in Africa, he made many friends and the bosses of foreign companies were extremely satisfied with him. In this life, he is more mature.
