"Uncle Dimich!"
Yuri, who was taken to the colonel's office by the soldiers, hung his hat on the coat rack at the door and gave his uncle Dimich Orlov, who was wearing military uniform, a warm hug. Judging from the warm smile on his face, he could see that he I also miss my nephew Yuri very much.
Compared with the drunkenness and slovenliness he had when the country was disintegrated ten years later, the colonel at this time had a rosy face and looked nothing like an old man over fifty with his straight Soviet-style military uniform.
As the elder brother of Yuri's father, when Yuri's father said he wanted to take the family away from here, although Dimic was reluctant and worried about them, he still used his meager connections in the army to send them out of the country.
Therefore, Yuri's father has always been very grateful to the colonel for his kindness to them over the years, and often told Yuri that if he returns to his motherland one day, he must not forget his uncle Dimich.
Now more than ten years have passed, and Dimic has been promoted from a low-level officer in the local army to a powerful colonel in the Kiev Front Army. He is in charge of a fully equipped motorized infantry regiment of more than 2,000 people. Yuri's father, on the other hand, has always lived a calm life. I don't know if he ever regretted taking his family away from home and crossing the ocean in the middle of the night in Brooklyn, New York.
Just for the so-called freedom and democracy seen on some TV sets.
"How is life in America? Is it so different from here?"
Looking at Yuri's long black suit with excellent fabrics and well-cut cuts, Dimic patted his shoulder happily, looked up and down at his nephew, who was already taller than himself, and said happily: "It seems that my brother brought you two brothers together." They are well taken care of, so I feel relieved.”
"By the way, uncle, this is a little thought that Wei and I brought to you. Please accept it."
Yuri placed the suitcase in his hand on Dimic's desk. The airtight shell and combination lock made the old man curious about what was in the box.
"Haha, you two! It's not some Playboy magazine. I can't stand that kind of thing."
Dimic came closer while stroking his beard, and watched expectantly as Yuri entered the code for the combination lock and opened the box.
What was inside was not the American specialties or cigarettes and wine that the colonel had imagined, but a box full of U.S. dollars of large denominations.
"Here, Yuri, what are you doing?"
It’s not that Dimic has never seen money. There are also many people who have come to him with boxes of rubles to ask him to do things over the years. But the appearance of such a huge amount of dollars in his nephew’s suitcase is somewhat intriguing. .
"This is nothing, uncle. If it hadn't been for you back then, maybe our whole family would have been imprisoned in the dark prison of the GPU and never seen the light of day. Just to let our conscience settle down, you have to accept it too. These gifts. In addition, I still have some business to do when I return to the Soviet Union. Maybe you can help me with this."
After hearing this, Dimich reacted, probably his little nephew is no longer what he used to be.
After thinking about the stakes, Dimic shook his head slightly and declined Yuri's "gift", saying that Yuri was his nephew and he would do his best if he needed any help, but he really couldn't accept the money.
Yuri, who knew that his uncle's temper had not changed yet, did not force it. After closing the box, he showed his signature smile and made a request that caught Dimic off guard.
"I need you to deliver me to the GPU. If I never come back, I hope you can send Vitali back to the United States safely."
"Vitaly has also come to Kiev? Where is he?"
"He stayed at the Tower Hotel in the city center and some documents related to the business were with him."
After a brief conversation, Dimic found that he could not see more and more what kind of madness was hidden under Yuri's smile. He actually wanted to go to the intelligence organization that countless Soviet people did not even dare to listen to or ask questions. Throw yourself into a trap. He just hoped that Yuri's business would interest those lunatics enough, otherwise he would have to be prepared to go to the Lubyanka Building to ask for people.
...
"Sir, our branch in Kiev just sent a very interesting message. It said that an arms dealer from the United States hopes to discuss a business deal with 'that person' in person, and said that as long as 'that person' sees him If you are sincere in your preparation, you will definitely agree to his request.”
"Just call me Roskov, Comrade Saloga, this is not the West Germany you spent the past few years in."
Roskov walked to the window and looked at the looming snowflakes in the sky. After pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "Tell that comrade, this American, his request, and let him make his own decision."
"Okay, Comrade Roskov."
Roskov frowned slightly when he heard the door slamming behind him. He didn't understand why there was a businessman from the United States seeking to cooperate with Perseus. If it was just simple information or secrets, the other party could tell him directly, but for someone like this to seek cooperation by name, he had been working in intelligence for so many years. It was also the first time I saw work.
As Perseus' secret agent in Moscow, he has also developed a group of intelligence officers loyal to himself and Comrade Perseus over the years.
Some of them knew who their real superiors were and what they were doing, while others completed their tasks in a muddle and thought they were working for Moscow. Saloga, who had just left the office, was the queen. By.
In order for Perseus' plan to succeed, they have been planning for several years, even more than ten years, and it is about time to reap the results. Originally, Roskov would never pay attention to such unstable factors that suddenly appeared, but this time it was different. His intuition told him that the "business" the other party was talking about might be what Perseus wanted most at this time. thing.
...
A few hours after the request was sent, Yuri twisted his cuffed hands, looked at the red landline phone with the external speaker function turned on on the table in front of him, and sighed slightly in his heart.
Perseus did not show up in the end, but sent a few confidants to take him to a secret stronghold on the outskirts of Kiev to communicate with him remotely.
"American! Tell me about the business you mentioned."
Just when Yuri was thinking about when the other party would speak out, a slightly older but very powerful voice came from the phone, making him raise his head and smile slightly: "I knew you would be interested."
"I wonder if you've ever heard of Operation Green Light?"
Yuri's straight to the point made Perseus silent for a moment and then asked: "I know, what about your purpose?"
"I have a green light nuclear bomb on hand, and I hope I can sell it to you for a good price."
This somewhat outrageous answer made Perseus laugh and then fell silent, but Yuri was not in a hurry. Because he knew that as long as he could keep his composure, the other party would eventually come to him.
In the end, as he expected, after activating his spies in the CIA, Perseus quickly learned that a mysterious device from the CIA was stolen in London, but this did not 100% explain that the stolen thing was Green light nuclear bomb, and Yuri may not have anything to do with that group of militants.
And Yuri was fully prepared for this.
"In the bedside table drawer of room 1302 of the Kiev Tower Hotel there is a document bag containing the plans and maps for Operation Green Light, and a screw unscrewed from the holder of the nuclear device. Unless the CIA did something about the Green Light nuclear bomb Customized, otherwise I believe this screw should be the same type as the Green Light Nuclear Bomb in your hand."
"Very interesting, Mr. Orlov."
Perseus' old and powerful voice came out again, but this time the tone was no longer questioning but affirming.
"Although I don't know how you knew about Operation Green Light, I think you are definitely not the real owner of this nuclear bomb. But since you have shown your sincerity, I will also show mine."
"After the conversation is over, I will let you and your brother Vitaly Orlov leave Soviet territory alive. In exchange, I need to talk to your superiors face to face."
