In a secret prison outside Moscow, Bryazice was lying on the bed in his cell, staring out the window at the sky.
It's been almost a week since I was arrested, and every day except for interrogation is eating and sleeping, and the days are monotonous and boring.
Briaze originally thought that he would be able to leave here in less than three days, after all, he and Galina had been for several years, and Galina told him that she only had him in her heart, but why was she locked up until now Is Galina forgetting herself?
Since Briaze caught up with Galina, as her mistress, he not only had to meet Galina's little things in bed, but also helped Galina make money and meet her extravagant needs.
Briyace asked himself whether he had done either of these two things properly, and that the Tsgan Ballka, which means gypsy in Russian, had been playing the role of a stolen goods seller for Galina and his Kremlin companions, and that the money in the hands of the ministers, the chairman, the wives and children of the secretaries had not been obtained by all means, and that he would have been abandoned if something had happened In fact, Briazei has long lost the calmness he had when he first came in, although the KGB has stopped interrogating him, but his treatment has not improved, he is abandoned here, no one cares, like an abandoned pet.
Suddenly, from the quiet corridor, there was a crisp sound of leather boots, which seemed to be synchronized with Briaice's heartbeat, and Briaze couldn't help but feel a burst of upset.
The sound of leather boots slapping on the ground came from far and near, and slowly came to the door of Briace's cell, and then stopped.
Briyace couldn't help but get up and look back, he wondered who was coming.
There was a sound of unlocking from outside the door, and the heavy iron door was creaked open, and a man dressed in black walked in, and then the iron door was locked again.
Briaze looked at each other suspiciously, he didn't know who this guy was for a long time, so he asked tentatively: "Are you sent by Galina to help me, when can I go out?"
The man in black slowly approached Briace, and as he approached, he said: "Galina asked me to bring you a word, don't say anything, you will get out safely sooner or later, but" "What's just that," Briaze asked, tilting her head involuntarily.
At this moment, the man in black suddenly grabbed Briaze's neck with his back, and then clamped his throat tightly.
Briaze was taken aback, and although he didn't know why, he instinctively struggled and resisted.
"Oops" The man in black was too strong, and Briaze tried his best to feed, but he still couldn't break free.
He couldn't make any sound at all, he just felt that his neck hurt terribly, and his chest was suffocating.
A few minutes later, Briatse had turned into a corpse, his tongue sticking out and his face hideous.
The man in black let go of his hand, rested for a while, and when his strength had regained, he took Briace's sheet and tore it in the middle, wrapped it around Briyace's neck, and then carried Briyace up with all his strength and hung it on the iron pillar of the ventilation window of the cell, and put another bucket at his feet.
Disguised as the scene of Briace's suicide by hanging.
After doing all this, the man in black carefully checked the traces in the cell again, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he left the place.
On the same day, Tswigon was visiting his soon-to-be-completed villa, which was a beautiful landscape surrounded by large expanses of tall trees.
Zvigon went to the third floor and looked out through the window of his future study, where the lake and mountains were like the scenery in a painting.
Despite the snow and the frozen lake, Zvigon can still imagine what spring would look like here.
Downstairs in the open space, Zvigon's personal guards stood beside the car, vigilantly observing the surroundings.
As a guard for the first deputy chairman of the KGB, it was his duty to keep an eye on his surroundings at all times and to nip danger in the bud.
Zvigon stayed here for a long time before he slowly walked downstairs, and he said to his guard, Yuan, "Go, go around the woods," and then walked to the forest in the distance with his hands behind his back, and the guards hurriedly followed.
Zvigon looked at the white scene in the forest and liked it very much.
Just before going out, Zvigon had just discussed with his wife the decoration of the villa, the style of wallpaper in the bedroom, the furniture in the study, the pattern of the carpet, etc., originally he was a busy man who did not have so much time, but now he wanted to open it Tswigon couldn't help laughing.
After walking for about a few minutes, Tswigon came to the fence, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, the guard handed over a lighter and lit the cigarette for Tswickon, Tswigon took a deep breath and leaned on the fence to think about something.
It was very quiet, except for the sound of the breeze in the woods.
Zwigon's guard quietly shifted his position, he slowly put his hand on his matching gun, and while paying attention to Zwigon's situation, he slowly pulled out his pistol and quietly pressed it against Zvigon's temple.
A chill came from his temples, and before he could react, a voice suddenly said: "Don't move" Zvigon's cigarette fell to the ground, and he raised his hands, not understanding what was going on.
Tsvigon swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror before he said slowly: "Who are you?"
"Your guard," the other replied coldly.
"Who sent you?"
asked Zvigon again.
"No comment," the other party's answer was still cold.
"I" Zvigon turned sharply to avoid the muzzle of the gun, but the other party's movement was faster, and before he could make any moves, there was a "bang", the guard detained the plane, and the dull sound of gunfire resounded through the woods, and the birds were startled from the trees, and the snow fell to the ground.
The guard wiped the gun in his hand, then placed it on Zvigon's hand and posed.
Then he rushed back to the car, sat down in his seat and eased up, picked up the Altai car phone in the car, dialed it back to the headquarters, and said in a frightened tone: "Oh no, Deputy Chairman Tsvigon committed suicide" t1706231537: