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Chapter 6. diverter (2)

Chapter 6. diverter (2)

When Jeong-hwan was deciding to negotiate with Baek Seung-cheol in Japan, the very same Vice-President Baek Seung-cheol, director of the Operations Department of the General Staff of the Ministry of People’s Armed Forces in question, was also having an important negotiation with someone.

The only difference was that it was a phone call rather than a face-to-face conversation, and even the language used by each other was not Korean.

– Tavarash Chebrikov (товарищ: comrade, comrade Chebrikov), our Frunze faction now desperately needs comrades and Soviet help more than ever. Now, this Joseon dynasty is really moving towards a Stalin-style one-man cult system. Kim Jong-il The maniac has already finished preparing to inherit the throne of Joseon after his father, Kim Il-sung. If it goes like this…

– Comrade Seungcheol Baek, I understand the situation, but I want you to consider the situation on this side as well. Our National Security Council (Комитет Государственной Безопасности: KGB) is also on the verge of death fighting the mujāhidīn (militiamen fighting according to Islamic ideology) in Afghanistan. Because of that, I can’t afford to even pay attention to Joseon right now. I’m sorry, but for the time being, it looks like you’ll have to take care of that.

‘Damn Roske bastards!’

Baek Seung-cheol internally cursed at the answer of the other person who refused his request over the phone line, but he couldn’t dare to get angry like he would normally do with other people.

What is inevitable is that the person on the phone is now a supporter and controller of the Frunze clan represented by him, and Chairman Victor Chebrikov, the head of the National Security Council and KGB, which is notorious in the Western world as well.

Baek Seung-cheol was in a state of tantrums when he asked for help on a topic that had led them to steal information from within the republic, but he was not an idiot who got mad at problems that could not be solved by getting angry.

Baek Seung-cheol suppressed the swear words that were about to come out of his mouth and tried to change Chairman Chevrikov’s mind with the most respectful tone possible.

– I’ve heard that it’s bad in this Joseon Dynasty, but is it that much?

– Not bad enough. I’m only talking to you, but inside the Politburo, there is even talk of withdrawing troops from Afghanistan. Not only the American Yankees, but also Western countries such as China, England, France, and Germany are fighters for freedom, and they are so anxious that they can’t honor the Mujahideen, those desert thieves!

– ……………

When Chevrikov, who had actually asked for help, vomited his irritation, Baek Seung-cheol wanted to confess that he was a nerd, but as long as he was in Eul’s position, he had no choice but to listen quietly.

Of course, as Baek Seung-cheol was not deaf and the location was the location, he knew that the Soviet army was increasingly falling into a quagmire in Afghanistan, the ‘tomb of the empire,’ and at the center of the quagmire were the KGB and subordinate units led by Chebrikov.

Of course, I expected that Chebrikov’s mood would be low these days, but Baek Seung-cheol had no other place to ask for help due to the growing sense of crisis.

However, Chairman Chebrikov, who had been annoyed for a long time, suddenly turned an arrow to Amman.

– ….and what about Comrade Gorbachev? These days, I can’t eat our committee. Блять (Damn)… someone who wouldn’t have been able to sit as general secretary without our help… Rumor has it that if we lose in Afghanistan, we will be held accountable.

– …You must be very concerned, comrade. However….

– Are you worried? Comrade Baek, do you say that to me? If you, from the Frunze of Joseon, had worked a little harder, your worries would have diminished a little.

– ……Comrade Chairman, what do you mean by that……?

Baek Seung-cheol couldn’t believe what he had just heard with his own ears.

What the hell is this old man talking about now?

– Comrade Chebrikov, what do you mean…

– Literally. How many socialist camps have stood by our side during our Soviet Union’s hard war against these barbarians? They’re the Chinese. Our relationship with us was like shit. Even so, didn’t North Korea also make a statement like ‘We are extremely sorry for the imperialist behavior of the Soviet Union’ rather than taking our side diplomatically? Would this have happened if you and the Frunze students did their job right there?

– Chairman Comrade! Why is that our fault?

In the end, Baek Seung-cheol endured and exploded.

Is this old man saying that it was Baek Seung-cheol’s fault that this kingdom of Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-il, the father and son of the two Kims, did not sided with them in the Soviet-Afghan war?

Finally losing control, he forgot his initial position that he should ask for help and raised his voice to question Chairman Chebrikov.

– Do you know how crazy this Joseon is right now, Comrade Chairman? Kim Il-Sung and Kim Jong-Il these two crazy guys are messing around with the party and the country in their pockets! Even his son, Kim Jong-il, is dozens of times more vicious than Abby. Compared to these guys, I miss the days of Comrade Stalin!

– Make no excuses, Comrade Baek. Wasn’t the fact that we were recruited by our committee in the first place to prevent such things from happening and to bring Joseon, which is returning to the past monarchy, back into the arms of socialism? It is not only counter-revolutionary to blame your superiors after failing at work done by the party, but it is also not like a soldier. Isn’t it?

– ……………………………………………………………………………………………………

Hearing those words, Baek Seung-cheol’s anger reached its peak.

Wasn’t it they who put pressure on them, who had been studying well in Frunze with state funding in the first place, that if they didn’t become a spy of the KGB, they would face various disadvantages, starting with their school grades.

Oh, of course, it was hard to deny that Frunze’s Chosun students themselves received and ate carrots and other valuables in the process.

(Seungcheol Baek himself took an Italian Ferrari as a bribe.)

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Not only did I spend money, but I also had a ‘fun time’ with beautiful Russian women with blonde hair and blue eyes, incomparable to those of Joseon.

(Since then, every time he goes to Moscow, Seungcheol Baek has carried a bunch of rubles with him to bring back memories of that time.)

In addition, he promised to cooperate with the KGB with high-quality vodka, Swiss watches, and grades while studying abroad, and Baek Seung-cheol (I think) was confident that he had faithfully kept that promise.

But, above all else, it was their desire for power that made them betray the favor of the leader and join the Soviet Union.

‘Are the party and republic the property of you, the Kim family? We have a part in this republic!’

After returning from studying abroad, they were angry at the inferiority and harsh treatment that could not be compared with the Soviet Union, but after the death of Kim Il-sung, the elites who studied in the orthodox socialist country Soviet Union took control of the politics and military of the republic and became the leader of the country. I had no doubt that it would.

However, a man named Kim Jong-il, who had no power other than being the leader’s son (who had never been near the military) appeared and devoured Joseon, which was supposed to belong to them. I couldn’t be angry.

– Comrade Chairman, are you going to abandon us now? Are you okay with putting us here? If you think that you will be able to control the republic and attack south Korea without our cooperation, you are mistaken…

– Be careful with your words and actions, Comrade Baek Seung-cheol. Don’t forget who you’re talking to right now.

‘Oh! This old man deliberately provoked me!’

As the chairman’s ice-cold voice, which was completely different from the voice he had complained about before, pierced through the phone line into his ear, Baek Seung-cheol was instantly awakened.

It was only now that he realized that he had fallen for the chairman’s trick.

– Our committee was also a little embarrassed to say things like this thanks to the information you guys have cooperated with, but looking at your attitude today, it seems like we can do well without us.

– Comrade Chairman, that’s not it…

– If not, what? Anyway, the KGB side can no longer provide any help to you, so I’ll let you take care of that part in the future. After all, since Comrade Gorbachev took office as secretary-general, we are not like the old days because of the ‘Perestroika (Перестройка, Reconstruction)’ or ‘Glasnost’ (Гласность, Glasnost: Open). There’s so much less I can do.

– ………….Who the hell dares to challenge the KGB? In the past, the Chairman of the KGB was not the law.

At last, the desperate Baek Seung-cheol complained like that as if he was lamenting, but Chebrikov was immovable.

He comforted Baek Seung-cheol with a soft voice, even though he was presumptuous, as if he was appeasing a young child who was now using a swarm.

– This is the era. hundred comrades. We are living in a transition period. This Rossiya is no longer what it used to be. It’s difficult for us to wield uncontrolled power like in the past… Even now, there is talk that the security committee needs to be audited. Thanks to the KGB, can you imagine? At the next Politburo meeting, I may lose my seat as a member of the Politburo. To borrow your words, the good days are over.

– Comrade Chairman, please think one more time……

– I’m sorry. Then stay healthy. I hope you survive too.

click.

Chebrikov’s phone hung up, leaving one last word that he didn’t know if he was comforting or taking medicine.

Only then did Baek Seung-cheol realize that Chevrikov deliberately refused, but in order not to damage his face, he purposely provoked him and made him angry, and he slammed the handset down.

After sending a spy, it is difficult to openly say the message ‘I don’t know anymore, so from now on, you’ll have to figure it out on your own’, so he probably used this trick.

When he realized that the line he had been waiting for had been completely cut, Baek Seung-cheol smashed his beloved desk and spit out abusive language.

“You dirty Roske Gannas!”

Meanwhile, in an office in a former insurance company building, commonly referred to as ‘Lubyanka’, in a Moscow building thousands of kilometers from Pyongyang, Victor Chebrikov sighed and put down the phone.

“Anyway, the Koreans don’t know how to read the times, either this guy or that guy. What kind of world is today…”

After all, it is a place where such people gather, so even within the same socialist camp, they are treated differently.

KGB chairman Viktor Chebrikov thought so and opened the door of a Japanese refrigerator installed in the office to quench his thirst after long haggling.

A bottle of Coca-Cola, a symbol of American capitalism, was placed there.

Click, Pak!

‘If you think that all Russians only drink vodka, you are wrong. By the way, this is the symbol of this era. Money is everything.’

Chebrikov smiled bitterly and drank a glass of Coke.

As the tangy and sweet liquid of capitalism ran down his throat, a more important matter now took over his head than the power struggle within the mutant socialist country on the far outskirts.

‘The Soviet Union is dying. The communist ideology died earlier, how does it survive now?’

Because location is location, he was able to access more accurate information more quickly than other common people in the Soviet Union.

And judging from the information, the probability that this Soviet Union will continue to exist five years from now has infinitely converged to zero.

And in the place of the collapse of the Federation, the ship of capitalism will be carried in the waves of chaos and will attack this Eurasia.

Already, no one in high-ranking officials knew about it, including Gorbachev, now general secretary.

As he pondered that thought, the secure-lined phone rang again, signaling the news.

was the secretary.

– Chairman, there is someone I want to talk to with the chairman.

– Who is it?

– I am from North Korea. Knowing the secret code for our committee’s direct communication and the security procedures required for contact, it seems that she is one of the people our committee has planted there…

The secretary’s voice speaking cautiously gave Chebrikov an annoyed expression on his face.

He must be one of the spies from Frunze who, like Baek Seung-cheol, do not yet recognize reality and are stubborn in vain.

‘You’re so damn tenacious.’

– What’s your name?

– That’s… My name is Hyerim Yoo. However, the strange thing is that the person is from North Korea, but it is said that he came from Japan .