"You're being so mysterious, of course I don't know who you are. Right, Ms. Anfiliya? Or should I say, little sister Belavina?"
Seeing the message from Mavi, Anfiliya, the older sister holding her phone, instantly felt like a little girl caught doing something naughty. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she seemed a bit flustered.
"How did he know?" Her younger sister, Belavina, asked Anfiliya with great curiosity. They thought they had been extremely secretive, but they were exposed after only a couple of messages. That was quite awkward...
"You guessed wrong, I am not the President's daughter," Anfiliya, the older sister, replied stubbornly via message. She figured Mavi was just making a wild guess. As long as she didn't admit it, it shouldn't matter.
However, not long after sending the message, Anfiliya received a reply from Mavi that was annoyingly smug: "Alright, the President's daughter who isn't the President's daughter, I get it. I'm heading to Ukraine now, so I can't chat anymore. Talk next time."
Considering the other party's sensitive identity, Mavi felt it was better to avoid any potential complications. But keeping up appearances and basic courtesy was necessary, so he sent that message.
Seeing the message, Anfiliya, the older sister, angrily shook her delicate fist. She thought this man named Mavi was truly too "detestable." He actually exposed her identity so quickly and didn't fall for her denial. It felt like he was "toying" with her and completely outsmarting her.
"Sister, maybe we should think of a better strategy next time before talking to him?" Belavina, the younger sister, suggested. Although she did enjoy seeing her sister flustered, as twin sisters, they still needed to help each other out. Especially when facing an opponent like Mavi, the two sisters needed to formulate a "plan."
"Hmph, I guess that's the only way," Anfiliya, the older sister, blinked her eyes feeling a bit frustrated. Through their brief interaction, she felt that besides being a bit detestable, Mavi was actually quite interesting. At least he wasn't like others who immediately became humble and submissive after learning her identity.
That feeling, like talking to a subordinate, was really uncomfortable. The two sisters just wanted to find a friend they could talk to normally.
...
Meanwhile, at Moscow Airport, Mavi was indeed boarding a plane bound for Ukraine. This was because he was going to the Ukrainian missile research institute he had acquired to have the scientists develop a self-propelled rocket artillery system based on the Smerch system that could fly 800 kilometers, plus precision guidance technology for within 100 kilometers.
Besides this rocket artillery, which was even more impressive than some short-range missiles, the technology to allow customers to modify standard short-range missiles themselves by adding propellant and making adjustments, extending the original 300-kilometer range to 580 kilometers or even 760 kilometers, also had to be realized.
This way, the International Missile Technology Control Regime wouldn't be able to restrict him. Once the rocket artillery and short-range missiles were successfully developed, the business would definitely be much more profitable than just selling Scud missiles. After all, a ballistic missile with a 760-kilometer range is something you simply cannot buy elsewhere, no matter how much money you have\!
When Mavi's Bombardier Global Express landed at Ukraine's Army Base No. 32, Lieutenant General Denikins, who had been in charge of receiving him last time, was already waiting with his team for his arrival.
"Good evening, Mr. Mavi\! The missile scientists from the institute are already there," Lieutenant General Denikins said. Ever since Mavi had spent a fortune last time, purchasing 2,300 Scud missiles and 8,800 self-propelled rocket artillery systems from the Ukrainian Army, Lieutenant General Denikins had received commendations from headquarters.
So, as soon as he saw Mavi, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, like seeing a family member. It truly validated the saying: "Milk makes a mother, money makes a..."
"Good evening, Lieutenant General Denikins, thank you for coming to receive us so late," Mavi maintained his usual humility and politeness. The purchase of the medium-range missile research institute and its production lines was classified and temporarily couldn't be known by countries like the EU and NATO, to prevent them from interfering.
Therefore, Mavi chose to travel at night. Even the accompanying personnel were kept to a minimum. Everything was to be done quietly, no shooting necessary.
"You're too kind, Mr. Mavi, this is just my duty," Lieutenant General Denikins said, and then directly led Mavi to the Third Missile Research Institute, secretly arranged by the Ukrainian Army.
Before this, the institute was in a semi-stagnant state. Scientists weren't researching or designing missiles, and the production lines weren't assembling or operating. If it hadn't been for the injection of funds from Mavi and the Russian government,
These engineers who made a living from missiles would probably have had to consider changing professions, doing other things. Like becoming taxi drivers, or helping out in other factories.
Half an hour later, when Lieutenant General Denikins brought Mavi into the missile research institute, he announced loudly to everyone, "Let me introduce you all, this is Mr. Mavi from Russia."
At this time, the missile research institute had been cleaned up by the staff. Whether it was the corridors, offices, or the main hall, everything looked relatively neat and clean.
Before Mavi could even speak, the Ukrainian scientists and engineers standing before him were the first to smile and welcome him, saying, "Hello, Mr. Mavi\! Thank you very much for your investment this time\!"
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"You're welcome. Regarding the two types of ballistic missiles, have you discussed the research direction over the past couple of days?" Mavi asked calmly. The situation in Ukraine, just like in Russia, was all due to lack of money. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Mavi to have the scientists be so "obedient" to him.
"Mr. Mavi, regarding your country's request to research a 950-kilometer medium-short range ballistic missile and a 5800-kilometer medium-long range ballistic missile, we have discussed this over the past few days. We believe we can develop improved versions based on the 9M728 cruise missile and the Topol intercontinental ballistic missile."
"As for the performance of these two ballistic missiles, the upgraded version of the 9M728 cruise missile will have a range of 950 kilometers. Its launch system can carry four missiles, twice as many as the previous system which carried two. The modern modernized version of the Topol intercontinental ballistic missile, our initial range target is around 5800 to 6200 kilometers. Its flight speed should be able to reach a maximum of Mach 20. If launched from a Far East base, it would take approximately a few minutes to fly to Tokyo, Japan. Within 15 minutes, it could reach Washington D.C., USA\!"
The Ukrainian missile scientists spoke eloquently as they introduced the plans to Mavi. If not for Mavi's funding and his ideas, it's likely that these scientists standing before him would have had no opportunity at all to resume researching their beloved missile projects. Unless they were secretly sent to other countries by the government in exchange for benefits, but that kind of research was nowhere near as good as staying in their own country.
(End of this chapter)