With less than an hour to go, Chernenko's mind was long gone, despite the mountains of papers waiting for him to work on his desk.
Ever since he received Grachev's call, Chernenko's whole life has been bad, and his mind has been thinking about what Grachev has asked for, but racking his brains is fruitless.
Chernenko even thought about killing Grachev with him, but he also knew that it was just a matter of thinking.
Finally, when it was time to get off work, although Chernenko had not done anything all afternoon, he still had a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion, and he felt that his heart was beating so tired, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.
He put on his coat, packed a few essential items, and left his office with a deep sigh.
This time is the point of getting off work, you can meet acquaintances everywhere in the corridor, and from time to time someone greets him, after all, Chernenko is very popular here.
When he walked to the second floor, a familiar back appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Vladimir" Vladimir, who was about to go home from work, heard someone calling, quickly turned around, and saw that it was Chernenko, so he said hello and turned around to leave.
"Do you want to have a drink together" Chernenko's subsequent words made Vladimir feel a little strange, although both graduated from Leningrad University and both were in the law department, but when Vladimir joined the KGB, Chernenko had been working here for several years, and the two rarely crossed paths in their work.
However, Vladimir met Chernenko last time when he was working on a case in Gorky City, and invited him to have a drink with him, but Chernenko refused at that time on the pretext of poor health.
So Chernenko's invitation struck him as a little strange.
"Why can't you save face," Chernenko walked over with a smile and put his hand on Vladimir's shoulder, smiling as if the two were usually very good.
Although Vladimir felt strange, he stretched out his hand and did not hit the smiling man, after all, Chernenko was his senior brother in the same school and department, and now he worked in the same unit, so he still had to give face.
When he was in college, Chernenko was a celebrity on campus, not only with good academic performance, but also versatile, and very popular with girls.
At that time, many people in the school knew Chernenko, and Vladimir was naturally no exception, so when he was in Gorky, Vladimir recognized Chernenko at a glance, who he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Okay, I wanted to ask you out last time when I was in Gorky, but you don't give face" Vladimir actually still minded the fact that he was rejected by Chernenko last time when he was in Gorky.
"I'm sorry I was wrong last time, I was a little uncomfortable at the time, so...
But I'll have a treat tonight, you can choose the place.
Chernenko tried his best to explain.
Last time, I was in trouble, and this time is the same.
Looking at Vladimir with a youthful face, Chernenko secretly felt a trace of envy in his heart.
Chernenko dragged Vladimir all the way to the parking lot, where his imported sedan was parked.
Along the way, Chernenko already had a plan in mind, and he wanted to probe Vladimir's tone first.
Vladimir still works in the confidential department, mainly responsible for the leadership of the Leningrad branch of the KGB and the comprehensive processing and confidentiality of official documents in the office.
He now had a bold plan, which was to send a secret letter to the KGB Operations Directorate in Afghanistan in the name of the Leningrad branch of the KGB, asking them to arrange an assassination attempt.
Of course, this official document is forged, but as long as it is dealt with, it should be able to be unaware.
"The car is good, it seems that you didn't do it for nothing in Gorky," Vladimir said with a heartfelt emotion, looking at Chernenko's car.
"You know, there's always going to be something on the ground...
Chernenko had an expression that you understand, and Vladimir saw it and just smiled and didn't say anything more.
The current atmosphere is like this, Mr.
Bo has said that none of us can survive by salary, and most officials naturally don't take collecting a little money seriously.
Chernenko drove Vladimir straight to the Hermitage Hotel in Leningrad, which is famous for its food and wine.
Chernenko also comes here occasionally for a recreation and is very familiar with this place.
Along the way, the two of them talked a lot about things at school, and the distance between them was a lot.
As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Chernenko, who was a frequent visitor here, was led to his usual seat by the service staff, and Chernenko ordered some snacks and a few bottles of vodka, and the two of them drank back and forth.
After drinking for a while, gradually getting a little hot, Vladimir put his key on the wine table.
Chernenko glanced at it casually, he saw that there was a very special key on the key, which was a key owned by the personnel of the confidential department, and Chernenko, who was familiar with the work process of the confidential department, knew that today's purpose was it, and only after obtaining this key could he infiltrate the confidential department to implement his own plan.
But first he had to pour Vladimir down.
The two of you have a cup and I have a cup, and I don't know how much I drank, during which Chernenko went to the toilet several times to induce vomiting before finally pouring Vladimir down.
Vladimir, drunk, still remembered to put away the keys, and Chernenko forced himself to sober up, and he was about to start his own actions.
Chernenko first opened a room in the hotel, carried Vladimir into the room, and took out the keys from him.
At this time, Chernenko's spirit was extremely nervous, almost all the wine he drank turned into nervous sweat, and at this moment his mind was very clear, he knew what he was going to do.
He cautiously walked into the bathroom with the key and picked up two disposable soap sticks to soak in the hot water.
After a while, the surface of the soap began to soften, and Chernenko pressed the key the soap, and the marks on the key were clearly left on the soap.
Then cleaning up the remaining soap marks on the key, he put the key back into the distance.
During this time, Chernenko kept an eye on the sleeping Vladimir, but fortunately he never woke up.
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Chernenko, who had done all this, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, he cleaned up the traces of the scene, carefully put away two bars of soap, and quietly left the room, leaving only the drunken unconscious Vladimir. t1706231537: