On the outskirts of Moscow, on the road outside the First Detention Center in Moscow.
A group of prisoners in prison uniforms sweep the snow from both sides of the road.
Perhaps they were afraid that they would resist, but they were holding simple snow removal tools made of pure wood, and it was extremely difficult to do their work.
The prisoners had been working for almost two hours from 6 a.m. to now, and had not rested once.
Although the temperature outside is now minus ten degrees, Chebyshev's body is completely soaked, his nostrils and mouth are constantly spewing white gas, and the beard above his lips is covered with a thick layer of ice ballast.
Chebyshev has been held here for almost a month since he agreed to be an informant for the KGB and infiltrate the Nikolai criminal group, and he is still on trial for evading military service, which is certainly not a major crime, but just an excuse to return to Moscow.
Before being sent here, Baranikov told him that in a month he would be assisted in escaping from here, and that today was the appointed day.
But the work of clearing the snow was almost finished, and the person who came to help him had not yet appeared.
What Chebyshev did not know was that Baranikov, who was in charge of recruiting him at the moment, was already in trouble.
Because the latest instructions came from the Kremlin, asking the KGB to temporarily suspend the investigation of the Uzbek case and wait for the next instructions, the specific reasons are not explained above.
But everyone knows very well that this is because Andropov is dead, and the new government is pacifying the bureaucracy.
Baranikov could no longer get the exoneration agreement he wanted, and without this paper exoneration agreement, all Chebyshev's actions would be punished by law in the future.
But now that Chebyshev has been sent to prison on charges of evading military service, can he still be told that everything will wait until the higher authorities decide to continue the investigation and then get him out of prison, and Baranikov does not want to hang this case like this anyway, the country's losses have not been recovered, the corrupt elements still occupy high positions and continue to erode the country, and the KGB has the responsibility to remove them from the party ranks one by one.
So Baranikov, who had been entangled repeatedly, decided to cut first and then assist Chebyshev in carrying out this task alone.
At this moment, Baranikov's car was parked in an abandoned farm warehouse not far from the prisoners.
He used his binoculars to observe the prisoner's every move, waiting for the best moment.
A brand new set of clothes and a paper bag were placed in the back seat of his car, which was intended for Chebyshev when he fled, with some money and some forged documents.
Baranikov clearly saw the scene in the distance through the telescope, the snow on the road was almost cleared, and there was not much time left for him, if he didn't do it, Baranikov would lose his trust in Chebyshev, and Chebyshev would be sent to another prison on false charges, and this rare opportunity to break into Nikolai's criminal organization would be wasted.
There was no time for Baranikov to think about the gains and losses, so Baranikov let out a long sigh and started the car.
The car began to slowly move towards the No. 1 Moscow Detention Center, and Baranikov held the steering wheel tightly and began to accelerate.
The car began to go down the hill on a fork in the road not far from the detention center, and soon he came to a fork in the road at the feet of the prisoners.
Chebyshev had been waiting for Baranikov's answer, and when the sound of the car came from a distance, Chebyshev's heart was already in his throat.
He pretended to be cleaning, and walked to the side of the road step by step, glancing down with the rest of his eyes.
Through the gaps in the pine forests on the hillside, Chebyshev vaguely saw the silhouette of a car.
You can also faintly hear the slight vibration of the engine.
At this time, he did not run and waited for the time, Chebyshev gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, bravely jumped down the slope, and rushed down the slope with his legs.
"Oh no, someone ran away" "Fast Chase" "Everybody lie on the ground and don't move, or I'll shoot" "Stop, Don't Run" "Bang Bang" Chebyshev's ears were full of all sorts of sounds, and he didn't dare to turn back, so he ran down wildly, accidentally tripped over the roots of the tree and fell to the ground, and his body rolled down uncontrollably.
Chebyshev was desperately protecting his head, but fortunately the snow on the ground was very thick, and Chebyshev was not hit with a broken bone.
When he managed to escape to the road downhill, a man grabbed him, dragged him into the car, and then kicked the accelerator to take Chebyshev away from the scene.
The car had to go around the fork in the road to catch up with this side, Baranikov's plan was going well, and Chebyshev, who had survived the disaster, checked his body, but fortunately, although he was sore, he moved his arms and legs, and did not feel severe pain.
Chebyshev was relieved to know that he didn't have a fracture.
"Why did you come for so long," Chebyshev said dissatisfied.
"There is a set of clothes in the back, change into it, there is a paper bag next to it, there is money and fake documents in it, you get off the bus after a while, the contact information is in the jacket pocket of the clothes, remember this number, and then destroy the paper with the number, and then you report to me once a month, if I can't contact you, I will want you all over the country on the charge of murder" Baranikov ignored Chebyshev's complaints and explained the matter in a cold tone.
"How is my brother?"
Chebyshev asked, uneasy.
"He's in Leningrad now, live in another capacity, don't look for him, do your job, the better you do, the better your brother will live," Baranikov said without looking back.
"What am I now, KGB?"
said Chebyshev, somewhat smug.
"Barely a supernumerary, if you behave well, we will absorb you, after all, anti-black is also one of our duties" Baranikov said with a frown, whether it is true or not, always give the informants a little hope and motivation to work hard.
The two were in a hurry to communicate in the car, and in less than half an hour, the car had passed through a town.
Baranikov parked the car in the woods on the side of the road, put down Chebyshev, handed him a passbook and said: "This is a savings bank account, your remuneration will be paid to this account on time every month, and this money is enough for your life."
"Thank you," Chebyshev said, picking up his passbook and running deeper into the woods, Baranikov looked at his back and let out a long sigh of relief t1706231537: