When he entered the door, he was greeted by his pair of dragon and phoenix twins, Alexei and Lilina, who were only more than three years old, and his wife Yelena was busy in the kitchen, when she heard the sound of the children welcoming her father home, she shouted inside: "Clean up the table, and the meal will start soon." ”

As a colonel in the KGB, he had a house with a floor area of 83 square meters, his own kitchen and bathroom, which was quite spacious among Soviet families, and was very comfortably furnished by his wife.

The average colonel, as long as he does not have a particularly large family, is allocated a three-bedroom house, and the annual rent is purely symbolic.

The KGB has a lot of power, and this house is big, like my brother's family who lives in a nearby community is also a three-bedroom family, and they are both colonels, but Sasha's house has a floor area of only 72 square meters, and the area of each room is smaller.

Since the Khrushchev era, the common people of the Soviet Union have really achieved the state allocation of housing, and the common people are still relatively satisfied, but the area is a little smaller.

The average size of a one-bedroom is 30 square meters, the average size of a two-bedroom is 45 square meters, the average size of a three-bedroom is 63 square meters, and the average size of a four-bedroom is 100 square meters.

The general-level ones can be divided into hundreds of square meters, and there are even villas, colonels, that's all: if the family has more than five people, it can be allocated to a four-bedroom suite.

Andrei's parents lived on the old street where his brother lived, a two-bedroom apartment built in the later days of Khrushchev, 40 square meters, and if he didn't move in that house to live with his family, he would have been able to share a rare large apartment of more than 100 square meters.

It's just that no one is so stupid to go for two, and Andre's two brothers and parents are not stupid: not to mention that the area may become smaller, it is more comfortable to live in two separate sets.

Dinner consisted of red sausage, beetroot soup, butter, lettuce and bread, and some self-made fried fish, which Andre bought from the nearby little black market, but now there is no stock in the big mall.

The two children are a little noisy, and Dad is not very afraid of Mom's repression when he is at home, which will make trouble again for the sake of whose bowl of fried fish is bigger.

Yelena used to be a teacher in the kindergarten of the KGB headquarters in Leningrad, half introduction and half free love, but after giving birth to a child, she never went to school, and stayed at home to take care of the child as a housewife, and now the child is still in kindergarten.

The department was disbanded, but the children still had no problem going to school, and it was in the headquarters kindergarten.

This will be the child's father at home, she will watch the children make trouble, and today it is the father's turn to educate the child.

"Alexey, don't grab fried fish with your sister, the young man wants to eat red sausages, eat more meat and grow strength!"

As he spoke, he handed a large piece to his son, and made a strong gesture on his right arm.

Dad was funny, the children naturally stopped making trouble, and Yelena, who was sitting opposite, said something: she wanted to go back to kindergarten and go to work.

She was able to go back to work, because she was still an employee there, and she was not removed at all, but her husband was forced to retire.

He knew that his husband Andrei had been a KGB, or the kind with a very high level of secrecy, but he didn't know his specific job, but guessed that it should be almost like an instructor: a small half of the people living in this building were KGB instructors, but they were not in the same courtyard as the civilian staff dormitory at the headquarters in Leningrad.

Who would have thought that the actual headquarters of the training team for the improvement of officer establishment of the KGB Special Operations Service was not in Moscow at all, but in Leningrad!

One day at the end of last month, her husband came back and said that his department was disbanded and he was forced to retire, which brought a great psychological impact to Yelena in these stormy years outside.

What will happen in the future?

In the past month, except for sending the child to kindergarten, my husband has not said anything about making any plans for the future, nor has he thought about changing departments to work.

Even if a colonel in the KGB is retired, it is still simple to find a job, such as going to the police department, something that can be solved very simply.

KGB, the State Security Council of the USSR, even if the country is in turmoil today, it is awe-inspiring or simply terrifying!

After listening to his wife's words, Andre said: "No, it's too tiring to go to work and take care of the children, and I still have some savings at home, I want to wait and see the situation outside before making a decision." ”

Hearing her husband say this, Yelena asked a little worriedly: "Then this house is issued by your department, will there be a problem?"

In the Soviet Union, they basically lived in public housing, and their family was no exception.

Andre helped his daughter wipe a little beetroot soup from her chin and said, "No, housing is the bottom line, one of the bottom lines for the dissolution of the department."

In addition, I have heard from a few old fellows that the Russian Federation will soon introduce several laws related to housing, which stipulate that the existing public housing shall be transferred to individuals free of charge at the rate of 18 square meters per capita and become private property, and the excess shall be made up by the residents at their own expense.

Our family is a little over-standard, but now that the ruble has depreciated like that, we have some hard currency in our hands, and there is no problem in making up the dozen or so squares.

By the way, it's not easy to go to my brother's house to walk around more when I'm free, Sasha goes to fly abroad, and it's not easy for Galina to be at home alone with the children. ”

Galina, wife of his brother Sasha.

Andrei knew about his brother Sasha going to work as a military contractor, and he had discussed it with him, but he didn't object, and even supported it a little.

The way of the world has changed, and people have to live otherwise.

My brother's family doesn't have the hard currency of dollars that they left over a few years ago because of work, and this person always has to eat, so he has to rely on his ability to eat.

Besides, there are parents and their respective parents-in-law to take care of, and there is not much room for development in the country, so do you want to do illegal things?

They love the country, they don't want to be a gang leader, and they can't afford to lose that person!

Andrei didn't even want to be a policeman, because he didn't want to be a dirty cop who couldn't support his family without accepting bribes: he was the top KGB, the Red Devil that all NATO intelligence services feared, hated, feared, and wanted to get rid of!

Yes, the Red Devil, the name given by the CIA, the biggest opponent, was accepted by Andrei and his comrades with peace of mind, and even used as a habitual code name for his own people, at least more agreeable and powerful than any training team that the brainless guy came up with.

By the way, that brain-dead is called Khrushchev.

Red devils go to be a policeman, catch thieves and gangsters?

Andrei never thought that his life would be like that in the future!

These days he can't help but think of the Obelisk of Washington-Dhorn, the steel forest of Manhattan in New York, the Eiffel Tower of Paris and the waltzes wafting through the air of Vienna...

He's a Red Devil, a Red Devil at heart, and like the other Red Devils who live in this building, he doesn't want to be a 9-to-5 government worker at all.

None of these brothers have gone to work in the new department, and they are all at home with children like themselves, and they probably think the same thing as themselves these days.

The gap, the hidden confusion in the heart, and the suppressed tyranny!

Yelena smiled as she watched her husband coax the child to eat, and suddenly, her husband handed him the spoon in his hand and turned to look at the door.

The soundproofing of the house was mediocre, and he heard footsteps.

Yelena didn't know that her husband had long remembered the footsteps of everyone in the building, and the footsteps coming from outside the door were unfamiliar to his ears!

There was a knock on the door, not in a hurry, and after a few taps, I heard a woman in her 30s ask politely outside: "Hello, is Colonel Andrei Kolyuchkov at home?"

We are friends of Alexander Koryuchkov, who sometimes asks us to contact you. ”

Andrei heard two slight openings of the door, of course, not his own, but Valentin on the other side and Yuri on the south side.

With a smile on his face, he said to his wife, "I'll take a look." ”

Then he got up and went to open the door.

A man and a woman, the woman is about thirty years old, and the man is about forty, relatively strong, and his appearance is very ordinary, just like what he just guessed about the figure, and even the weight is about the same.

The man was also carrying a very large gift basket in his hand, and at this glance, André could see that there was a huge 400-piece Michel Kotz assorted chocolate gift box from Switzerland, which was a luxury chocolate that cost $650 in Switzerland, but could not be bought in Leningrad.

There is also a box of 25 Cuban-made Cohiba cigars, which cost the equivalent of $1,000 in Havana, and are currently occasionally available in the Soviet Black World, and a single one can cost about $100!

There is cigarette and alcohol: a bottle of 700 ml absolute vodka from Sweden sells for $40 on the black market, and a bottle of 53 degrees Feitian Moutai from China, which is rarely seen, is not available in the black market, and the high-end liquor that Chinese people like.

There are also two very beautiful silk scarf boxes, which look like high-end goods made in China, although the price is not particularly expensive, but this is also a real shortage at present.

There is also a circle of fresh tropical fruits in the basket, needless to say, this is basically not seen on the market, and even he himself has not eaten it for more than a year.

The gift box basket was arranged horizontally, and the fruit pile showed just the right amount of one end of the box of two bottles of Chanel Mademoiselle perfume, and this courtesy gift took care of everyone in his own family.

It was just a glance, and Yuri was seen standing in the doorway with a knife peeling a green apple, and as for Valentin, it was behind the visitor.

I couldn't see what he was doing, but I knew by looking at his expression that everything was under control.

When the other party saw the door open, Andre, who was dressed in home clothes and slippers, blocked the door, and the woman smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Andre."

I'm Valena, and this is my colleague Ivan, a friend of your brother. ”

"My brother doesn't have any American friends, at least not a month ago. But since you have something to do with me, maybe you have something to do with it. ”

The woman who called herself Valena and the middle-aged strong man were not embarrassed, but the woman said again: "Don't you invite us in to sit?"

Ivan also gestured to the gift box basket in his hand: it didn't mean expensive, Andrei could see from his face that it meant "things are too heavy".

This is the eighth floor, the elevator is broken, of course it is heavy to hold this basket!

If Andrei comes to take it himself, he will feel heavy: it is carried up, not mentioned, and the clothes on the chest of this so-called Ivan have folds left by the basket of the gift box.

"Yuri, is there anyone at home?"

Yuri, who was peeling apples, heard the question and said casually: "Well, Natalia took the child to Moscow." ”

Then Andrei said to the two visitors: "I'm sorry, the family is eating, the children are a little noisy, let's go to my neighbor's house to have a meeting." ”

Turning his head to say hello to his wife, he closed the door and invited the two of them to Yuri's house to sit down.

Yuri had no opinion on this, and as for Valentin, he didn't move, just looked at the large gift box basket that Andrei had signaled to the visitor not to mention for the time being, and just put it in the hallway.

With the same style of door, Yuri's house is one size smaller than Andrei's, because Yuri is only a major and a family of three, so he can only enjoy the treatment of two bedrooms and one living room.

However, the KGB's housing standard is high, and there is a living room of nearly 70 square meters, which is quite spacious, and it will not feel cramped for four people.

Sitting down, Andrei looked at the other party and said in standard, inaudible American English: "This Mr. Ivan, I smell a little CIA from you, let's say, my brother has something to bring me." ”

Ivan, oh, anyway, this one was called Ivan in Leningrad, whatever he was called twenty years ago.

He is a former CIA agent, and this visit to this Colonel Andrei did not intend to hide his former professional habits, and this move was to deliberately draw the other party's attention to his former intelligence agent identity and background.

It's all the same kind of person, and the other party can see that he is not deliberately concealing it, this is to dispel the other party's vigilance, otherwise...

Ivan never thought that he would visit the home of a legendary Red Devil before he was killed, and what was even worse was that after he entered this building, he found that the entire building seemed to be inhabited by kgb!

That's still a hidden hair!

If you want to hide it again, don't want to get out alive!

Under pressure, climbing the stairs with a large gift box basket, it is even more excessive to reach the 8th floor: knocking on the door and being stared at by others, these red devils seem to live in a bunch, which is not scientific at all!

He can't wait to hang a sign on his chest and back, with a large font on it: I'm just a resigned CIA, and now I'm here to pass on a message, and I don't have a weapon on me!

I don't know if the Red Devils live in a single building, and anyway, there is no rule that agents of the same department can't live in the same building.

Afraid of being served in one pot?

They're Red devils, this is Leningrad!

There was nothing to hide, and Ivan spoke quickly and clearly about his intentions: they were ostensibly people from the Leningrad office of the "Sunshine Star" company, but in fact they were serving the subordinate security company "United Forces".

The purpose of this trip was to pass on the word, because that Alexander Kolyuchkov had something to say to his brother.

“... We brought a satellite phone with us this time, but this is just for you to say a few words to your brother to confirm our identity, and what Mr. Alexander really wants to tell you needs to go to the office on the other side of our office, where there is a confidential phone that guarantees the absolute security of the call. ”