During dinner in the evening, the three of them never mentioned anything about the loan, and seemed to have selectively forgotten it.
Seeing Feng Yu and Kirilenko chatting and laughing, Brother Ke rolled his eyes and came up with another good idea.
"Feng, are you okay tonight? We have a dance here tonight, let's come and have fun together."
prom? Could it be like the magic city before the founding of the People's Republic of China, where a group of officers in military uniforms, a group of so-called political and business celebrities, and some socialites were having fun on the dance floor. It was pleasing to the eye, and the socialites would be led away by these celebrities at night.
"I'm not very good at dancing." Feng Yu refused. The popular dance types in each country are different, and many of them are local. Feng Yu doesn't know what kind of dances are performed in the Soviet Union. Can the national standard be used
"It doesn't matter. Many people don't know how to do it. Just go and have fun. Besides, I can find someone to teach you. I guarantee that I can teach you!" Brother Ke invited again.
Feng Yu looked at Kirilenko, and Kirilenko also advised: "Feng, go ahead, it's the Young Officers' Ball, it's very interesting."
Young Officers Ball? Feng Yu thought of a piece of news from his past life: the Russian Young Officers' Ball, where beautiful women gathered like clouds and stars gathered together.
This dance is a kind of social interaction. For those young officers, if they have no one at home and no background, then this dance is an opportunity for them to take sides.
But those generals should just start a dance, sit for a while and then leave. Those who want to seek refuge with them will naturally seek refuge with them as soon as possible. Those who do not want to seek refuge with them will be useless no matter how long they sit there. Seeing the people they value seek refuge with others will only increase their embarrassment.
Of course, none of this is important to Feng Yu. What is important is that there are so many beauties!
Soviet beauty, fair-skinned, beautiful, long legs, thin waist, blue eyes, blond hair...
Feng Yu blinked: "But, I don't have a dance partner~~~"
Kirilenko suddenly thought of the scene on the plane. He later asked the stewardess in detail. According to the stewardess, Feng Yu’s original words at that time were as follows: I drank too much yesterday and I am not interested!
He drank too much yesterday, but Feng didn't drink too much this morning. He also took a nap in the afternoon, so he must be in good spirits at night.
Feng Yu really wants a dance partner. Or do you want a woman to accompany him for the night? No matter, find someone who can dance with him. What a girl who can sleep with him again!
Kirilenko knows nothing about this kind of hospitality. When he was purchasing industrial equipment and technology from factories in the Soviet Union, he entertained the factory director like this many times. As long as the other party accepted his hospitality, nothing would be impossible!
"Feng, aren't you just your dance partner? Leave this matter to me." Kirilenko said, patting his chest first. Brother Ke opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
Although this is Brother Ke's territory, it's not like Kirilenko doesn't know other second-generation people. Through other people, you can still find two "dance partners" with various postures. If it doesn't work, you can still spend money.
Brother Ke was very curious. During dinner, Kirilenko didn't even mention drinking. Isn't this strange? It would have been better if Kirilenko had drunk too much. It would have been better to miss the dance. He can have a good chat with Feng Yu.
"Okay, let's go out on time at half past six. The dress will be delivered to Feng's room in a while."
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At half past six, Feng Yu changed his clothes and went out. What left Feng Yu speechless was what kind of dress. Isn't this just a military uniform without epaulettes
There were two luxury cars with military license plates parked in front of the hotel. Two young girls, wearing long white dresses, were standing beside the cars. Kirilenko walked towards a girl, while Feng Yu was pulled into the car by another young girl who looked like she was 17 or 18 years old.
It always felt like it was the other way around. Feng Yu felt that he should be the one to invite the girl into the car, but the feeling of being greeted by the girl... was so cool!
Get in the car. Feng Yu felt a little unnatural. This girl was too close to him. She was not like an ordinary dance partner.
Feng Yu took a moment to look at her and felt that this girl looked stunning. Only then did he remember that in later generations, Ukraine was also a place where beauties were produced, and it was said that there were real-life versions of Barbie dolls.
Especially Ukrainian girls are called the most beautiful girls by the world. Of course, they age faster. It may be related to the tradition in the Soviet Union that people can get married at the age of fourteen. The earlier you get married, the earlier your body will reach sexual maturity, the faster it will develop, and the earlier it will naturally age.
"Mr. Feng, my name is Elena, what kind of dance can you dance?"
Elena means sunny in Russian, and this girl definitely deserves this name.
"I'm not very good at dancing. I'm from China and I'm not familiar with your dance." Feng Yu really wanted to dance with this girl.
"It doesn't matter. The group dance at the beginning was performed by the young officers. Distinguished guests like you can dance as you like in the later stages. There are singles and doubles. There are no rules for single dances, and double dances are also relatively simple. I can teach you." When the girl spoke, she kept looking at Feng Yu with her deep eyes, which seemed to make people fall into it.
"Okay, let's talk about it later."
When getting out of the car, Feng Yu showed his gentlemanly demeanor and opened the door for Elena, who had a happy smile on her face.
The girl's happy smile can always infect others, and Feng Yu feels very happy inexplicably.
Elena took Feng Yu's arm, and the two followed Kirilenko into what looked like a large auditorium.
Oh~~~
As soon as he entered, Feng Yu was stunned by the luxury in front of him. This place was too big, definitely over a thousand square meters. There are various spotlights overhead and speakers hanging on the surrounding walls, making it look like a specially built dance venue.
Luxurious, really luxurious!
There is a small stage at the front with a microphone standing on it, and behind it is a very traditional band. Is this live accompaniment
Judging from the way the band was dressed, they looked like they were also soldiers. They should be the Soviet art soldiers.
"Feng, come and sit here. This is my fiancée Ada. I can introduce some friends to you later." Brother Ke pulled Feng Yu and said.
Only then did Feng Yu see a girl of about eighteen years old standing next to Brother Ke. He did not expect that Brother Ke actually brought his fiancée. But the age difference between the two is quite big, Brother Ke is almost thirty.
"Hello, I'm Feng Yu from China." Feng Yu briefly shook Ada's hand and let go. But don't let Brother Ke misunderstand. This is Kiev, Brother Ke's territory.
Several people went to sit down on one side. Brother Ke and Brother Ji were chatting with their female companions and laughing heartily from time to time. Feng Yu had no choice but to chat with Elena for a few words, but Feng Yu felt it was boring. Elena answered whatever he asked without hiding anything. But Elena didn't take the initiative to ask Feng Yu a word, except asking Feng Yu what kind of dance he knew in the car.
It turns out that Elena was told by her boss that she was not allowed to inquire about Feng Yu. She is just a member of the dance troupe, and she does not dare to disobey the leader, let alone offend Kirilenko, the second generation.
After a while, seven o'clock arrived, and the door outside was also closed. The lights in the entire venue became dim, only a beam of light came on on the stage, and a man who looked like a general walked to the front stage.
The dance is about to begin... (To be continued.)
PS: Thanks to Emperor Oniwu for the reward. Many book friends in the book review area feel that the update of Laosi is not good enough. If Laosi apologizes, it will definitely be better after the New Year. When the fourth child goes back to his hometown, there is really no internet. He will lie and drop it in the toilet tomorrow. All I can say is to write as much as possible and try to update as much as possible during the Chinese New Year. I really can’t guarantee the specific number.
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