Struggle in Soviet Russia

Sophia stood in front of the washbasin, washed the blood stains on her hands, and took a closer look in the mirror. After finding a trace of blood on the sideburns, she tilted her head and bowed a little water to wash off the trace of blood. When to say something, he found in the mirror that Victor had stood behind him.

"What's the matter?" Sophia wanted to turn around, but was hugged by Victor behind him, and at the same time, the sensitive part of his chest was also strongly held by his hands.

Without struggling, let alone resisting, she turned her head in a very awkward posture, her face pressed against her face, and blew into Victor's ear and said, "It seems that you have found a very good way to relax."

Victor didn't know what evil he was in. He had never had any ambiguous thoughts between men and women about the woman Sofia. He really just regarded her as a friend, a subordinate, and perhaps a subordinate girlfriend. Of this heavy identity. But today, he can't restrain himself a bit, he just wants to vent now, as if this woman had an enmity with him.

He grabbed Sofia’s neck and pressed her face against the mirror. Victor untied his belt with just one hand, and then almost roughly violently pulled Sophia’s skirt up and tore her off. The boxer shorts inside the skirt slammed into it fiercely.

The women's unbridled chanting, mixed with a **** inexplicable sound, quickly rang in the interrogation room. The sound insulation here is very good, so don't worry about being heard by people outside...

The rain outside the window of the cave did not know what stopped, the beads dripping from the rain eaves crackled on the bluestone slab in front of the window. Perhaps because of the deepening of the day, the solid bluestone slab has been washed out. Several grooves, green moss densely covered the entire stone slab, seem to tell a dark story.

In the interrogation room across the window, Victor slumped on the iron chair covered in sweat, looking at Sophia at the opposite table with an awkward expression. The woman was naked, and was wiping the mess between her legs with the pair of soaked stockings. The red bloodshot obviously showed that what she had just enjoyed was definitely not just pleasure.

Putting the used stockings into the pocket of the military uniform, Sophia took the skirt that was thrown on the table, glanced at Victor with a bad expression, and then lifted his leg to put on the skirt, and said: "Your current expression tells me that at this moment You feel guilty."

Victor touched his nose and smiled dryly: "Forget it."

"You don't have to have this kind of emotion," Sophia said. "If you really feel guilty, it should be when you left me in Moscow, you know. Actually, I don't like this place very much. In comparison, Ukraine is more suit me."

"I know," Victor exhaled, "When I was in Ukraine, I didn't want to be transferred to Moscow all the time, but now, I just want to leave here far away. Well, Lviv is a good choice. ."

"That's impossible, you know this," Sophia tied the belt and walked slowly to Victor's side, with one hand on his shoulder, and said, "So, our destiny now is one. Compared to things like fate, everything else is secondary."

Victor smiled, raised his hand to hold Sofia's hand on his shoulder, patted it lightly, then got up and said, "Then, let's solve this **** case first."

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Located in the conference room on the second floor of Building 2, Victor sat at one end of the oval conference table, listening to Sophia’s report on the progress of the case without expression.

According to the clues obtained from Atamonova, the focus of the case now shifts to Zozu Ashvili and the person named Poporov. According to Atamonova’s confession, Poporov and Zozu Ashvili were classmates in high school, and they have not broken contact in the past few years.

According to Zozu Ashvili, Poporov had been working in the foreign trade department before, mainly responsible for trade with the United States. In the past few years, the United States has been in an economic crisis. In economic terms, it is social overproduction. Therefore, the position in charge of the trade department with the United States has become a fat shortage. As long as a hand is clenched, it will be full of fat. And Poporov seemed to have made a lot of money from it, and his whole shot became prosperous.

In the past few years of communication, Poporov always gave the Zorzu Ashvili some gifts from time to time, and they would continue to visit home as guests. Therefore, their relationship with each other is very good.

Just a month ago, when Poporov was visiting the home of the Zozu Ashvili and his wife, he mentioned that his department wanted to find a larger warehouse in Moscow due to the expansion of business. , Used to store some more sensitive materials.

This is also a very common topic that came out of the conversation. Atamonova said that her husband is now in charge of such a warehouse. The scale of the warehouse is very large, but it is now a military facility, but it will not be long. The warehouse will be emptied, and if Poporov wants to, he can recommend this warehouse to their leaders.

Poporov was obviously very interested in this warehouse. He asked about the warehouse's size and storage conditions, and also asked for a time to pass.

When he has mental arithmetic, most of the chances will be successful. Zorzu Ashvili trusts his old classmates too much, so there is no doubt at all. He even took Popolo to the next period of time. The husband took him into the lower Oguliki military warehouse and introduced the man to his colleagues.

Poporov is a very good person, and he is generous in his actions. In the following month, he went to the Oguliki military warehouse five or six times. Not only did he pass by with gifts each time, but also From time to time, I would entertain Zozu Ashvili and his colleagues.

Yes, for more than a month, a guy with only a letter of introduction but no other identity certificate frequently entered and exited a first-level security military warehouse, but no one had doubts about it, even after the bombing. No one thought about whether Poporov was suspicious.

Now Victor can be sure of one thing, and that is that in this case, even if he doesn't add fuel to it, Comrade Gotzmanov's life will be difficult. Even with the best results, his position will definitely not be retained.

When Sophia finished introducing the progress of the case, Victor reached out and knocked on the table in front of him. He still looked blank and said in a deep voice, "At present, the progress of the case is like this, so the next work will be a total of three aspects."

He glanced down at the speech in front of him and continued: "First, for the investigation of Poporov, he has left Moscow and is now missing, but we must find him out as soon as possible. Second, The interrogation of all people connected with Poporov, including Zozu Ashvili. Yes, in the past one month, whether it is from the Political Security Bureau or anyone else, it will be the same. They must be brought back to me and interrogated carefully."

With his hands on the table, Victor stood up from his chair, paced casually on one side, and said: "The Political Security Bureau is a very special department, but it is not a department that is detached from everything. Since they have problems, then We have the power to investigate, and we have to investigate to the end. Third, it is the tracing of Poporov's related social relations. I believe that he is not alone. Behind him, there is likely to be a large-scale, shocking destruction. Group, we want to get them out and crush them thoroughly!"

With the index finger of his right hand, he stabbed twice on the desktop. Victor said: "Fourth, is to thoroughly clear the entire case and form a detailed and specific report. I will write this report myself, and I will detail it in the report. Indicate, during the investigation of this case, who did what, what results were obtained, who did nothing, and who seemed to did but did not show any results. Yes, this report Will appear on Comrade Stalin's desk tomorrow afternoon, comrades, if you understand what this means, make the most of the remaining day as much as possible."

Sitting back on the chair, Victor's eyes rolled around on the faces of the people on both sides of the conference table, looking at the gleaming light in everyone's eyes, he remembered what Sophia said for no reason-to many people Said that this case is not pressure, but an opportunity.

"Now, do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked with a light cough, leaning his back on the chair.

Wow, everyone present stood up and said loudly, "Understood, Comrade Colonel!"

"Do things," Victor nodded and said concisely.

The people at the meeting quickly left, and only Sophia was sitting quietly on the side.

Victor lowered his head and stared blankly at the speech in front of him. In fact, there was nothing on the speech, only the symbols "1, 2, 3, 4" were marked.

To be honest, even now, Victor has no tangible evidence to prove that Poporov is related to the bombing. In his previous life, even if Poporov didn't run away, he couldn't do anything about him.

Yes, they were able to determine that Poporov had entered and exited the Lower Ogulki military warehouse. He was also suspected of wooing the security guards in the warehouse area, but according to the confession of Zozu Ashvili, before the explosion, this person did not Been to the library area.

However, as Sophia said, in many cases, what people want is just a story that can be told, and it is a story that everyone loves to hear. As for the truth, it is not important.