Struggle in Soviet Russia

Leningrad, Rybinsk Street 11, outside the building of the Bratusin Design Bureau.

Milik Fabianski put the briefcase under his arm, walked hurriedly out of the design bureau building, stepped up the sidewalk in front of the building, and walked quickly towards the Moscow railway station.

The weather in Leningrad today is surprisingly good, the sun is shining, the sun is very big, but it is not very hot, and the gentle breeze blowing from the north can give people a refreshing and refreshing feeling.

However, Milik’s mood at this time was not easy. On the contrary, he was nervous to death, and even his breathing was a little uncomfortable. Vaguely, he seemed to feel countless pairs of eyes staring at him at any time. Someone would pounce on him, hold him down, put on his headgear, and send him to an unknown place.

Unlike the vast majority of Polish intelligence agents lurking in the Soviet Union, Milik did not use a pseudonym. He used his real name, and his identity is an orphan whose parents have died since childhood. After the Soviet Union, even the elementary school went to Leningrad.

Of course, there is no problem with all of this. No matter whether it is the household registration data or anything else, the problem cannot be found. If it is placed a few years ago, that is, before the outbreak of the war, the false file data may have been found out. It's possible, but now... German artillery has blown up Leningrad's household registration management warehouse to pieces during the blockade, and nothing can be found.

Being a spy may seem exciting, but in fact, living with an unseen identity hidden behind the back is not a pleasant thing. Heavy pressure can make people highly nervous, and insomnia and other things are just trivial things. .

The most important thing is that for Millick, his spy belongs to the saddest kind, because his motherland has perished. In other words, he has not only lost his allegiance, but also has no source of funding. At the same time, We must always worry about whether we will be betrayed by others.

Fortunately, in the past few years, he has not encountered any accidents. The colleagues who have contact with him are also living very well. They seem to have settled down in this country, with thousands of ordinary people. Same.

Originally, Millik thought that this would be the case for this life, but who knows that in the last two days, his instincts have always reminded him that his peaceful life is about to end, and the crisis has already reached him. before.

Facts have proved that Millick’s intuition is very accurate, because since yesterday, he has noticed that he is being followed, and the stalker seems to have not deliberately hidden it. It is better to say that they are being stalkers. Monitor yourself.

Last night, plus this morning, Millick was doing ideological struggles. He was considering whether he should warn his colleagues, but as an intelligence worker with experience, he understood one thing better, that That is, since the other party has started to monitor him openly, it means that all the deployment and control work around him has been done. Not only will his warning to his colleagues have no effect, on the contrary, they may also be exposed.

Millick also thought of suicide. He still has the potassium cyanide that the person above gave him when he accepted the task. As long as that thing is stained with a little bit, it will soon become a corpse. For people like them, death is much luckier than falling into the hands of their opponents, after all, they don’t need to be tortured.

But in the deepest part of his heart, Millick was a little unwilling, or in other words, he was still a little lucky.

He was a spy arranged by the Polish government to come to the alliance. Now, Poland is gone and has become a historical term. Under this circumstance, is it necessary to keep the so-called secrets that he knows? If it is said that there is no need to reserve, then if you say everything, the anti-intelligence personnel of the alliance may leave a way for themselves. As long as they can live, who wants to die?

With such a complicated mood, Milik decided to leave Leningrad today. If everything is an illusion, then he can leave here smoothly. He is going to go to Ukraine first, then leave from Ukraine and go to Turkey. .

Thinking so wildly in his mind, Millick's feet are also walking forward unconsciously. Just as he walked to the entrance of Nevsky Prospekt, that **** instinct came again. This time, the suffocating sense of crisis was stronger than ever.

Millick tightened his arm holding the briefcase, his pace did not change, and at the same time, he raised his head and looked forward.

Just less than twenty meters away in front of him, at the crossroads of Nevsky Prospekt, two young men in shirts and caps were approaching him. The two young men were obviously not experienced enough. Shang's expression was too serious and too rigid, and all four pairs of eyes were staring at Milik, seeming to be paying attention to his every movement.

With a secret sigh in his heart, Millick relaxed his arm holding a briefcase. In his bag, there was potassium cyanide used to solve himself, but at this moment, he gave up his plan to kill himself. Choosing to cooperate with the person who arrested him.

Millick thought very well. Since the alliance’s counterintelligence department only arranged for such inexperienced young people to arrest themselves, it means that they do not value themselves too much. Perhaps, they are just a miscellaneous who has been betrayed by others. It's a fish, therefore, cooperating with the Soviets should not kill oneself.

Milik’s instincts were very accurate. The two young men he saw walked straight to him. They sandwiched Milik from left to right. One of them took away his briefcase, and the other Grabbing his arm, he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Milik Fabianski, please keep quiet. Now, you need to have a good talk with us."

Milik did not struggle, at this moment, he even felt an unprecedented ease.

On the second weekend of August, the Soviet Red Army, which was advancing rapidly from Romania, successfully seized the Ploiesti oil field and cut off one of the most important sources of oil for the German army.

On the same day, the King of Romania issued an order to Antonescu, asking him to go to the palace to report on the battle on the front lines, although in the conversation with Berlin, Hitler warned Antonescu and reminded him not to go to the palace. , But Antonescu, who was confident in the Iron Guards, went. As a result, he was placed under house arrest by the king and opponents. Subsequently, Romania declared war on Germany.

It was also on this day that the Belarusian First and Second Fronts launched an offensive against the Germans on the Vistula River. Their operational intention was to repel the Germans entrenched in the northeastern part of Warsaw and open up a flank passage to Warsaw. .

But this assault operation failed, and the Soviet army's combat intentions failed to materialize. At this time, the Polish National Army in Warsaw had been fighting for nearly half a month.

Also on this day, the Soviet People’s Committee for National Security made personnel adjustments. After the approval of the Central Executive Committee, Victor accepted the work of the Counterintelligence Agency and the Ideological Defense Agency. Aitingo made further handovers.

At the same time, in accordance with the order of the Executive Committee, the former First Vice Chairman of the People’s Committee of National Security, Fitin and Vice Chairman Aitingo, will be transferred to the Moscow Military District and the Republic of Karelia. The official transfer order will be in After the work handover task is completed, it will be released.

On the same day that Victor took over the work of the Counterintelligence Bureau, the Leningrad Counterintelligence Bureau took action and uncovered a long-term Polish spy network involving as many as forty people in Leningrad. For this reason, Molo Comrade Tov also lodged a protest with the Polish government-in-exile delegation that happened to be in Moscow for help, believing that this was an act of blatant hostility by the Poles towards the Soviet Union.

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Tver Region, Zavidovo, Officer Hunting Association.

Victor was holding a double-barreled shotgun in one hand, holding the cracked birch trunk in the other hand, looking out at the dense woodland ahead, slightly panting. Just where he can see, at a distance of fifty or sixty meters at most, a pointed fox is turning his head, looking at him warily, and at the same time making a posture ready to escape at any time.

Knowing that the fox had escaped from birth, Victor didn't bother to catch up to make further attempts. He exhaled fiercely, held the tree trunk to his side, and sat down on a rock next to him.

"Why didn't you chase it?" Varian, who was wearing a small gray vest and a peaked cap, chased up from behind. He took the shotgun in Victor's hand, glanced at the direction the fox was escaping, and asked curiously.

"Tired," Viktor said, of course, that his marksmanship was too rough, and it was impossible to hit it so far, so he just waved his hand.

Although Zavidovo is not in the Moscow region, it is very close to Moscow, with a straight-line distance of only 150 kilometers, making it one of the best resorts near Moscow.

In Zavidovo, the most famous is jungle hunting. Comrade Lenin liked to come here to hunt. Of course, it has not been formally developed yet, but some military generals like to come here on vacation.

Today is the weekend, and Victor also used the weekend to come here to rest for two days. It is pitiful to say that, as the chairman of the National Security People’s Committee, he has not taken a vacation for a long time.

Of course, he came to Zavidovo this time not just for fun, because he came here to have another job, that is, to choose a place dedicated to training special forces nearby. In the future, the National Security People’s Committee The Ministry will set up a special training base here, and this work has been approved by the Executive Committee.