Grachev has been very upset recently. Hafizola Kassim Vardak, who originally thought he was dead, is still alive, which has caused him to bear tremendous pressure and blame from his superiors. Originally, after this well-planned counter-ambuster battle, Grachev would definitely be reused and promoted, but now all this has gone away. The division commander has talked to him more than once, asking him to solve this matter quickly. Perhaps the reward will fall on him, but how could Hafizola Kasim Vardak, who escaped from the net of heaven and earth, be fooled again?

Grachev returned to his office decadently with his tired body. He was so strict with himself that he was now lazily leaning on the chair, holding a glass of strong wine in his hand, and putting his feet on the desk. He raised the wine in his glass and drank it all, and kept recalling the situation on the day of the counter-ambush war. Selyosha followed the enemy all the way to the top of the mountain, and he could see clearly on the plane. Then Selyosha reported that there was no trace of the enemy on the top of the mountain, and he had confirmed that the top of the mountain was not big, and there was no place to hide people at all. At that time, everyone thought the enemy had jumped off the cliff.

Is it Selyosha’s problem? No, Selyosha has an irreconcilable conflict with the guerrillas. The guerrillas killed Selyosha’s benefactor Vasily, and Selyosha was related to Abdul’s death. Selyosha couldn’t let that guy go. Grachev thought of Selyosha and suddenly had an idea. Although the hope was slim, he always had to give it a try, right?

Grachev immediately stood up from the chair, then washed his face to wake him up. Grachev had a lot of alcohol. Although he had drunk a lot just now, he would not delay his business. He walked to the door of his office, locked the door from the inside, and then pulled down the curtains of his office. In the darkness, Grachev picked up the microphone and made a call.

...

Leningrad KGB branch, Chernenko was dealing with piles of documents in his office. Chernenko was transferred back from Gorky half a year ago. Because of his outstanding performance in the anti-corruption work in Gorky, Chernenko was recognized by senior management. He not only got his way back to Leningrad as he wished, but also was promoted. Chernenko is really full of energy. Among his colleagues who joined the KGB in the same class as him, he is the best at ease. Chernenko finally lived the life he wanted. Not only did he buy a vacation villa in the suburbs, but he also bought an imported car, usually works in the city, and goes on vacation in the suburbs on weekends, and has a bright future waiting for him. Who doesn't want such a life?

"Dingling~~~!"

"Dingling~~~!"

Chernenko, who was working at his desk, was startled by the sudden phone ring. He sighed impatiently, picked up the microphone and wanted to know which guy was not popular.

"Hey!" Chernenko said impatiently.

"Is it convenient for you?" The voice across the phone was filled with a vigilant tone. Chernenko was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what was going on. Those who were in intelligence work and distinguishing the voices of different people were one of the basic skills. Chernenko did not rush to answer. He quickly put down the microphone and left the seat, locked the door of his office, and turned the blinds to the darkest. Then he ran back to his seat, picked up the microphone, lowered his voice and said, "How could you call me casually?"

"Why don't you know old friends after you are promoted, right?" Grachev said sarcastically in disdain on the other end of the phone.

"No, I mean this phone is unsafe, this is the KGB phone." Chernenko didn't want to offend Grachev because he had the handle in Grachev's hands.

"Listen, I extended a helping hand to you when you need help the most. Now is the time for you to repay me, do you understand?" Grachev implicitly reminded Chernenko, don't forget that you owe me a favor.

"What do you want me to do?" Chernenko had to correct his attitude under Grachev's coercion.

"Do you know the recent Afghan videotape incident? I want you to kill the person in the videotape!" Grachev pointed out his purpose.

"How is it possible? I am just an ordinary agent in charge of investigating domestic intelligence? I can't help you at all!" Chernenko was telling the truth. He was only responsible for the investigation and sorting of domestic intelligence, and could not get involved in matters far away in Afghanistan.

"Then you just use your brain! Listen, if you can't do this, I won't care about those five guys. I can hand them over to the KGB people or to the Ministry of National Defense. I won't touch the 20,000 rubles you gave me, and you will look good at that time!" Glachev threatened again.

"You actually let them live! Didn't you promise to deal with them? How could you do this?" Grachev's unconvincing words angered Chernenko. Although Chernenko was not loud, she still couldn't help but question Grachev on the phone.

"Not only were they alive, but they also made contributions. One of them was promoted to an officer by me. When you told me that they were your relatives, I promised to take them in. I was the one who deceived me first." Grachev responded without being outdone.

"You have taken the money, how can you not keep your credibility?" Chernenko was forced into a little desperate.

"Listen! The deal between us is still valid. This is Afghanistan. It is not difficult to kill a few people on the battlefield. I have thrown them to the enemy several times. Unfortunately, they are very lucky and can survive every time. But it doesn't matter. As long as I continue to let them perform the most dangerous tasks, sooner or later they will die here. The premise is that you have to do me a favor and find an assassin to kill Hafizola Kasim Vardak. This is the strength of the KGB." Grachev still has room for negotiation in his words. He is not planning to break up with Chernenko.

Chernenko had the urge to throw the phone out of the window. He suppressed the anger and fear in his heart and remained silent. Grachev on the other side of the phone was waiting patiently, and he also said nothing.

Half a minute passed, and Chernenko, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He said on the phone: "Okay! I can help you and find an assassin! But I can't guarantee that I will kill Hafezola. This is the only thing I can't guarantee. If it's OK, forget it. If it doesn't, just like it if you love it like this!"

"Okay, that's enough! I promise that the deal between us will still work. I, Grachev, are not a person who speaks without any words." After that, Grachev hung up.
Chapter completed!