Struggle in Soviet Russia

"Take me to the office of Colonel Anatoli Anufriyevich Getzmanov of the Political Security Bureau," shook the handle of the telephone twice, and heard the operator's voice in the receiver. Victor said in a deep voice.

When Victor spoke to the receiver of the telephone and said that he was looking for Getzmanov, the two guards in the guard room showed uneasy expressions.

To be honest, the reason why things like investigating the Political Security Bureau create contradictions against Victor among ordinary guards must be related to Getzmanov's attitude. In fact, any conflicts between departments are caused by the attitude of department leaders. If the relevant leaders do not complain or complain in front of their subordinates, then the opposition between departments is impossible.

Victor is now very angry, but the reason for his anger is not only because the guards made him lose face in front of his subordinates, but also because of Getzmanov’s attitude, his attitude of substituting personal feelings in his work, and even targeting, It's very offensive.

In addition, Victor is under great pressure now, and when people are under great pressure, they themselves are easy to get angry.

The call was quickly connected, and after a short two busy tone, a middle-aged man's deep voice came from the receiver: "Hey, Political Security Bureau, Getzmanov."

"Comrade Anatoli Anufrijevic, this is Victor Viktorovich," Victor said without the slightest courtesy. "I want to know why you detained the Oguliki warehouse to explode. The file information of the deceased in the case?"

"Oh, Comrade Viktor Viktorovich," on the phone, Getzmanov seemed to be stunned by the question, and he was silent for a while before he said, "The purpose of your request for the personnel list and related information from the Internal Intelligence Service , Isn’t it to catch the suspect? Do you think that among the nine comrades sacrificed by the Political Security Bureau, there were some..."

"How do I think it's my problem," Victor interrupted, and said in a full of gunpowder, "I am handling this case now, not you, Comrade Anatoli Anufrijevic. If you are I think there is a problem in the process of handling the case, or that you have more confidence in yourself, then, yes, I will recommend it to Comrade Stalin, and you will take this case. I can..."

"Comrade Viktor Viktorovich, I think..." Getzmanov interrupted him, wanting to interrupt.

But Victor refused to give him a chance to speak, and interrupted him again, saying: "You don't need to think, just your attitude! Now, I'm in the guard room of the Kutafia Tower. I can give you five minutes. , Send the corresponding information here, otherwise, I will submit a report to Comrade Stalin, saying that some comrades do not want the investigation of the bombing to continue. When the time comes, please explain yourself to Comrade Stalin."

After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to speak again, and directly threw the microphone on the phone. With a loud bang, he grimaced, turned and walked out of the door of the duty room, and walked straight to his car.

The phone in the guard room yelled behind him, but Victor ignored him. He returned to his car and watched as a guard ran out of the duty room and quickly ran to the side of the car. The window said anxiously, "Comrade Colonel, Comrade Anatoly, please answer the phone."

Victor ignored him and looked at his watch as if he was determining the time.

The guard swallowed and repeated the previous words again, and then looked up at the opposite Tuashi. At this time, the face of Comrade Tuas had lost the previous indifference, replaced by a deep anxiety, he had realized that he seemed to have done a stupid thing.

Seeing that Victor never meant to get out of the car, and the guards who came out of the guard room could not wait, he hurried back to the guard room again, it should have been to Getzmanov to reply.

Time passed by one minute and one second. After more than three minutes, a brown-green jeep galloped from the direction of the armory. The car drove directly to the entrance to the inner side of the Kutafia Tower. When it stopped At that time, a captain got out of the car with a thick stack of documents and ran to the side of Victor's car.

"Comrade Colonel, the materials you want," the captain said blankly, standing by the door of the car.

Victor closed his eyes and said nothing, but swayed gently with his hand on his thigh.

Sophia understood what he meant, pushed the door and got out of the car, and took the materials the captain had brought in.

There was no need to continue entering the Kremlin, Varenka dumped the car out of the entrance of the tower, raised its head on the side of the square, and returned the same way.

Getzmanov didn’t appear, and Victor didn’t feel so embarrassed. Just for a while, let's see who can have the last laugh.

In the past, Victor only regarded the guards of the Political Security Bureau as one of the objects of suspicion, and on his list of suspicions, in addition to the Treasury area guards of the Political Security Bureau, there were two parts: staff and external infiltration. To be honest, it is difficult for anyone to judge whether the people from the Political Security Bureau are involved. But now, Victor feels that the Treasury guards of the Political Security Bureau must be involved. Even if the final evidence proves that the bombing has nothing to do with them, they must be involved in the closure report issued by Victor.

There are many kinds of framing, including the framing of forged evidence, and the framing that is unnecessary. Of course, the most brilliant framing is still the kind of specious framing.

The specious framing is that I can’t produce evidence to prove your guilt, but you can’t produce evidence to prove your innocence, but when everyone has no evidence, I say you are guilty, not only can you get a great deal The approval of most people can still make you indefatigable.

Victor has worked in the NKVD for so many years. There are good experiences and bad ones. The key lies in what kind of experience needs to be used and what kind of place.

The car was driving on the street in the heavy rain. Victor opened his eyes and took the materials from Sophia until he was far away from the Red Square.

In the bombing of the Lower Oguliki warehouse, a total of nine warehouse guards from the Political Security Bureau died in the line of duty, of which the highest rank was a second lieutenant.

The materials provided by the Political Security Bureau should have been hurriedly retrieved from the personnel department, and they were actually mixed with materials for applications for honoring and ratification of martyrs, as well as materials for determining pensions. In addition, at the bottom of the material is the autopsy report made by the forensic department on the corpses of these people.

Victor took these materials and read them one by one. When the car drove into Lubyanka Square, he only read two copies.

The car stopped at the entrance of Building 2. Varenka got out of the car first, opened the door for him, and held an umbrella over his head.

Victor got out of the car, and as soon as he stood firm, he saw a major in the building door rushing to meet him.

The major is not counted as a subordinate of Viktor. His name is Yegrović, his full name is Yegrović Viktorovich Kotov, and he belongs to the Anti-Spionage Bureau of the NKVD. This person has worked in Leningrad and has extensive experience in investigation and counterintelligence. This time Victor specifically asked him to come and help.

Seeing Yegrović’s excited expression, Victor slowed down and handed the materials in his hand to Sophia who was following him, and then he greeted him.

"Comrade Colonel," Yegrović said excitedly, welcoming Victor quickly, "we have found out."

"Don't worry, speak slowly," Victor nodded to the other side, and said as he continued to walk into the building.

"Yes," the major replied, and said in a low voice, "when we started to platoon the second guard platoon of the Political Security Bureau in the reservoir area, we found a suspicious point, ah, it should be a clue."

"Oh?" Victor's heart moved. Although the steps under his feet did not stop, all his thoughts had been transferred to the major's words.

"You see, this is the man," said the major, passing a thin document in his hand, "Evgeny Kallistratovich Zorzu Ashvili, Sergeant of the Political Security Bureau. , Served as the monitor of the second guard platoon."

"Georgian?" Victor asked subconsciously, this person's name had a strong Georgian flavor.

"Yes, Georgian," the major nodded. "I was transferred to Moscow in 1936. There was a blind mother, a wife and two daughters. Well, they lived in the apartment of the Security Bureau in the riverside area."

"What is suspicious about him?" Victor asked with a frown instead of looking at the document.

"A pair of earrings," the major said directly, then took out a transparent evidence bag from his pocket and held it in front of Victor with one hand. "His wife sold a pair last month. The earrings are this pair."

Victor reached out to take the earrings and took a look in front of him.

The earrings are exquisite and beautiful, and there are embellishments on them that I don’t know if they are diamonds or glass. They look shining.

"Platinum products, each with seven small diamonds," said the major. "The black market merchant who bought this earring spent a total of 5,000 rubles, and he said that this high-end product is more than this price. "

"Black market merchant?" Victor didn't think much, just asked casually.

"Ah, one of my informants," the major's expression was a little unnatural. The people in the Counter Spy Bureau are similar to those in the Internal Intelligence Bureau. They all have their own informants, but they are only the lines that the Counter Spy Bureau has. Most people have identity problems.

Victor didn't ask more about the informant, nor did he ask where the clue came from. He didn't care about those, he only cared about his own case, as long as he could solve the case, even if it was a murderer.