Father Mavie

Chapter 230 Snow Manor (Please Subscribe!!!)
In a small manor outside the city of Tyumen, a middle-aged man in a black fur coat, with his hands behind his back, strolled in the white snow.

He really likes to leave his footprints in the snow, enjoy the feeling of the soles of his shoes in contact with the snow, and doesn't like to stay in the warm house.

It has been like this for many years.

"Father! Father!"

A carriage came from the far side of the street and stopped at the gate of the manor. A young man in a suit and dressed in a British style jumped out of the carriage, rushed into the snow, and ran towards the middle-aged man.

"Goffman, why are you in such a panic?" The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look over.

"Father, I just heard that His Majesty signed the Prohibition! Restricting the production of alcohol!" shouted the young Goffman.

"Oh, this matter has nothing to do with us. Your Majesty is using the interests of small businessmen to feed back nobles."

In front of his own son, the middle-aged man did not shy away from it at all. Anyway, there was a world of ice and snow around him, and no one could eavesdrop on their conversation unless the other party was hanging on a tree.

"I know, father!" Vladimir scratched his head and said quickly, "I know that His Majesty wants to strengthen the power of the nobles, but by doing so, wouldn't he completely overthrow His Majesty Peter's decree?"

The middle-aged man looked at the snow under his feet in silence, and sighed after a long time: "Yes, the hard work of His Majesty Peter will soon come to naught."

Why doesn't he know?
But what if you know?
As a military nobleman who once followed Peter the Great in battle, he, Vladimir Yegorov, witnessed the rise of a kingdom and the fall of a kingdom to its current state.

If His Majesty Peter is still alive, he will continue to follow this great king without hesitation and carry out all his orders, unfortunately
His Majesty Peter has passed away.

And now he also took off his military uniform and became a nobleman.

"Father, are you just watching like this?" Goffman said relentlessly, "If you continue to let His Majesty continue to behave mischievously, the Kingdom of Romanov will come to an end!"

"Shut up!" Vladimir snapped, "Do you know what you're talking about?! The Romanov Kingdom will not be finished! We have repelled the enemy!"

"I'm not talking about the enemy army, but about His Majesty's tyranny over the civilians!"

"These things can't be said!"

Goffman froze for a moment, then clenched his fists, a little angrily, "Father, grandpa was also a commoner back then, and you have heard of the suffering he went through. Why did he become like this?!"

"Because I have experienced it, I don't want to go back! Do you understand?!" Vladimir pointed to the snow-covered manor in the distance, and was equally angry: "You can live in such a luxurious house and eat cattle and sheep. The most delicious cuts, the best education, who created all of these? I worked hard to get them back!”

As he spoke, he lifted his clothes and let his son look at the scars on his body: "Look! Your father's blood is almost drained!"

"You have always said that you are loyal to His Majesty Peter, why do you turn a blind eye to those who betrayed him now?" Goffman asked, "Why do you refuse to support Her Majesty Katerina?"

"Because Her Highness Katerina wants to reform! Reform! She wants to overthrow the aristocracy! Also, are you supporting Her Highness Katerina?"

Vladimir spat on the ground, "You are just looking for sex! You said that you are for the common people, and you want to climb into Her Highness Katerina's bed? Since you saw her last time, your temperament has changed drastically. I tell you, you will marry the daughter of Edmund's family next month, and give up this idea as soon as possible!"

Goffman's face suddenly turned red, his expression was furious, and he roared angrily, "I won't marry her! I want to support Her Highness Katerina!"

"You bastard."

Vladimir bent down, picked up a branch as thick as a forearm, and prepared to teach his son a lesson.

clap clap clap.
The applause from not far away caused the branches to freeze in mid-air. The father and son looked around at the same time, and saw a young man with shiny hair and exquisite attire.

"I'm very sorry, I accidentally overheard some of your conversations, it's very interesting to be honest."

The young man came from the snow, with a humble tone and an elegant salute: "My name is Finn Drost, and I am from the United States of America."

Hearing United States of America, Vladimir frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Talk to you about the truth, um, about Her Highness Katerina."

Finn Drost glanced at Goffman and said with a soft smile, "I admire your son's character very much. What can young people do if they don't like sex? Compared with other hobbies, sex is actually the least harmful."

"Small?" Vladimir sneered, "He's about to sell his family to others as military funds. This kind of bullying is the most harmful!"

"I'm here to reduce the danger." Finn said with a smile: "I'm not an enemy, and I have no hostility. Can you please put the gun away?"

From the moment the applause sounded, Vladimir drew out the revolver he always carried on his body and pointed it at Finn Drost.

This is his long-standing habit, or it may be a conditioned reflex. In short, it is left over from the battlefield. He is very vigilant and doesn't like others standing behind him.

Seeing that Finn Drost was alone, it didn’t look like he was here to assassinate himself, Vladimir thought for a while, and handed the gun to his son: “I’ll search him, you’re aiming here, if he dares to resist , you shoot him into a sieve!"

"Father, let me go."

"Stop talking nonsense! Hold the gun steady! Don't you want to support Her Highness Katerina? How can you support her if you can't even hold the gun steady?" Vladimir whispered in his son's ear: "Don't take your eyes off the prey, Don’t let your teammates block your trajectory, adjust your position at all times, run if the situation is not good, and trust your instincts.”

After finishing speaking, Vladimir walked towards Finn Dross, and Goffman also began to switch positions, always keeping parallel to his father, full of vigilance like hunting a certain black bear.

Finn Drost kept a vague smile on his face all the time, slowly raised his hands, and let Vladimir search him, showing no sign of resistance.

Vladimir found a pocket revolver on him, a small caliber that could only be used for self-defense.

"Now, you are willing to listen to my suggestion." Finn said: "I have shown sufficient sincerity."

"Well, please come in and drink tea."

Vladimir weighed the pocket pistol, signaling his son to put it down.

Back at the manor villa, the maid brought warming ginger tea. Finn stared at the amber tea, and after confirming that there was no suspicious white object in it, he said with satisfaction: "Baron Yegorov, your respect for Katie What do you think, Her Highness Linna?"

"young and promising."

"That means you think she is too young and inexperienced?"

"If you have something to say, say it directly, there is no need to beat around the bush."

"Okay, then I'll just say it."

Finn put down his teacup and said in a serious tone: "We, Citibank, are willing to contribute capital and support your family without any conditions."

"Support?" Vladimir frowned: "Support what? Our family doesn't need support."

"Trust me, you'll need it soon."

(End of this chapter)