After Chebyshev came out of the woods, he first took a car to the nearest town, found a place to have a hearty meal, and then got into a car carrying goods to Moscow.
Chebyshev had a set of forged documents under the supervision of the KGB himself, and there was no problem at all in surviving the police investigation.
Chebyshev called his former friends in Moscow and indirectly contacted Hassan's men, who told him not to show up for the time being, to find a place to stay for the time being, and wait for his superiors to decide on his arrangements.
Chebyshev didn't have to wait long, and immediately someone came to pick him up and took him back to the gang he belonged to, and after his former friend confirmed his identity, Chebyshev had the opportunity to communicate with Hassan for the first time.
Hassan came to see Chebyshev in a car, and the two had a deep conversation in the car.
Hassan said to Chebyshev with some regret: "I regret my brother, you are now wanted and cannot stay in Moscow" "But I don't have anywhere to go now, aren't you going to leave me alone?"
asked Chebyshev, feigning anxiety.
"No, I mean we're going to send you abroad to avoid the limelight, we also have business abroad, so naturally someone will pick you up when you get there," Hassan explained to Chebyshev with a smile.
"But I still have family to take care of in the country, what will happen to them if I leave" Chebyshev still felt a little reluctant, his brother was in the hands of the KGB, if he was sent abroad, how would he pass information to Baranikov at that time.
What if the other party misunderstands that he escapes, what will his brother do?
"Boss, is there really no other choice?"
Chebyshev pleaded with Hassan.
"Brother, if it wasn't a last resort, I wouldn't force you, don't worry, you'll have a good life abroad, I won't harm you," Hassan continued to persuade bitterly.
"Boss, I need to call my brother, or I'm afraid the family will be worried," Chebyshev pleaded.
Hassan nodded, he was afraid that the police had taken control of Chebyshev's relatives, so he only allowed Chebyshev to use the public phone to contact his family, and he was not allowed to go abroad on his own on the phone.
Chebyshev agreed, went into the phone booth and, under the watchful eye of the brothers in the gang, dialed the phone number given to him by Baranikov.
As soon as the phone was connected, Chebyshev spoke first to remind Baranikov that he was not alone now.
"Where are you?"
Baranikov asked in a concerned tone.
"Brother, don't say anything, listen to me.
I'm going to go abroad with my friends to avoid the limelight, be careful, don't tell the police anything, I'll send you money on time," Chebyshev vaguely reminded Baranikov of Hassan's arrangements for himself.
"Where did you go abroad?"
Baranikov couldn't help asking, he didn't expect that his informant had just been sent away and would go abroad in the blink of an eye, it seems that this organization is really quite capable.
"Don't say anything, brother, don't say anything to the police, I'll contact you when I get there" Chebyshev finished explaining what he was going to say, and then hung up the phone.
Hassan listened to everything he said, and Hassan came over and patted Chebyshev on the back, comforting Chebyshev, and then Hassan said to him: "You can go to Leningrad in the car arranged by me now, and I will arrange a boat to send you to Poland, and when you get to Poland, you will wait for the next instructions to keep the money."
Chebyshev took the money from Hassandy, and he saw that it was three bundles of dollars tied with rubber bands, and it seemed that one bundle was 10,000 yuan, a total of 30,000 yuan.
It's actually 30,000 US dollars, which is more than enough for a Moscow family to buy a house and a car, and live a quiet life without working for several years.
I didn't expect Hassan to be so generous "Boss, that's too much," Chebyshev said with some surprise.
"Hehe, what is this, work hard abroad, and you will be able to earn this amount every month in the future," Hassan said nonchalantly.
After giving the money, Hassan left in another car, and Chebeshev followed the others in the car and left the city of Moscow.
Luckily, there were no police officers searching for them along the way.
The car drove for two days and two nights before arriving in Leningrad.
Chebyshev was sent down for a day off, after which his companion made forged seafarer's papers for him.
"There's a cargo ship that will depart tomorrow, your identity is a sailor on board, there's a shipment of goods on the ship that is destined for Poland, and when you get to Poland, you get off the ship, and then make this call, and the people over there will arrange for the rest of the matter," Chebyshev's companion explained to him what had happened on board the ship, and handed him the papers.
"Where the hell am I going?"
asked Chebyshev, puzzled.
"We don't know, only when you get to Poland will you know where you're going to go," the other side explained to him.
In the afternoon, Chebyshev was sent to the port of Leningrad, where he boarded a Norwegian freighter, which would not leave until the next day, but the crew had to prepare in advance.
It was the first time Chebyshev had gone abroad, and he was now feeling a little confused, wondering whether he should continue to serve the KGB or continue to work in Hassan's ranks.
After all, with a salary of $30,000 a month, such a good errand is not something that can be found there.
But when he thought that his brother was still in the hands of the KGB, Chebyshev felt a chill behind him, and Chebyshev felt that even if Hassan was a bull, as long as he was targeted by the KGB, he would definitely not be able to please him in the future.
However, Hassan's money could be kept secretly by himself and not reported to Baranikov, but the KGB could not do against them if he wanted his brother's life.
The next morning, with the roar of the whistle on the docks.
The cargo ship finally left the dock and sailed to the Baltic Sea.
Two days later, the ship docked at the Polish port of Gdansk.
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Chebyshev left the ship with his luggage, and he found his connector according to the contact information given to him by his partners before leaving the country.
The men asked him to meet him at a café near the pier.
Chebyshev sat in the café for about half an hour, and a middle-aged man in a trench coat sat opposite him, handed him a paper bag, and said to him: "There is a car outside, they will take you to Warsaw, and in two days there will be a flight to Italy that will take you out of Poland, congratulations to my friend" t1706231537: