"Then if you want to find him, you have to do it as soon as possible. We also have to think about the plan, and we are not just dealing with people in Berlin. I said immediately.

The old guy nodded, and just then there was movement outside the door. We immediately stopped talking and looked at the door. A moment later, there was two knocks on the door, followed by Krzhakov's voice.

"It's time for dinner." Krzhakov shouted outside the door after knocking twice.

When the old guy heard that it was him, he smiled and said, "Look, this guy is here himself." ”

I don't know what the old guy means, it's as if Kerzhakov offered to cooperate with us.

At the signal of the old fellow Younice, Berezov walked to the door and opened it. Krzhakov walked into the room, and after looking around at the people in the door, he smiled and said: "I didn't expect everyone to be there." After saying that, he looked at the old fellow Eunice, "Is this your last boss of the seventeenth round?" ”

It's a very bad statement, especially at this moment, and it feels like it's gloating, trying to watch us perish.

But the old guy didn't pay much attention, he looked at Krzhakov and smiled, then pointed to his hand and said, "What good things have you brought me?" Is there alcohol? ”

"Of course." Krzhakov raised his hand and shook the bottle in his hand, "I remember that you didn't drink so much before. ”

The old guy looked at the bottle in his hand and said with some disappointment, "Ah... Wine... I still like spirits. But something is better than nothing. Are you here to catch up with me? ”

"Reminiscing?" Krzhakov asked rhetorically, "Do we see anything worth remembering together?" ”

The old guy smiled and looked at the rest of us, "Is my man arranged?" They also eat and sleep. ”

Krzhakov walked to the table in front of the sofa and looked at the document in Rebich's hand, then put the wine on the coffee table in front of the sofa, "Let your people clean up." It's old-fashioned, but it's still useful to you. ”

"Okay." The old guy agreed and looked at Rebic, who immediately understood and immediately put everything away.

Krzhakov sat down and looked at us and said, "Someone will take you to dinner when you go out." Let's go, the time for dinner is limited, don't miss the time, this is not a big hotel. ”

Berezov and I looked at each other and immediately moved to help Rebich clean up. Krzhakov obviously meant something to say to the old guy, and he didn't want us to hear it.

We left the room after packing up our things and there was indeed someone waiting for us outside who led us to another wooden house. I saw other people in the room, including the injured Semolov and Kristovich.

The three of us found a vacant seat and sat down, picked up the bread on the table and ate it. After taking two bites, Rebic whispered, "Who the hell do you say this guy is?" ”

I looked at Rebic and then out the window, "I don't know." From what I've heard from his conversations with the old guy before, he shouldn't be out of NATO control, and he doesn't trust each other with the people at the Berlin station. The Bland, who was originally beside him, was not his person. It's more like a figure that the Yankees put around him to help with the work and play a surveillance role. But who exactly does Krzhakov serve? I really don't know. ”

"I think he's like you." Rebic whispered.

"Like me?" I looked at him puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"I feel like he's a hired person. He works for his employers, but they have an organization of their own. Maybe in the form of a security company like Paul. But they feel more powerful than Paul's, and they should be older, at least much longer than Paul's. Rebic whispered.

"If you're right. Then they're not a little better than Paul's. To be precise, they are not of the same grade at all, or even in the same world. I said, gesturing outside, "See these people?" And what Krzhakov did before, he was planning and directing the operation alone, and Brand, who was supposed to be NATO or the Yankees, was just a subordinate like him. Can Paul do this? So far, my people and I are still making plans and acting in the 17th Bureau, and to put it bluntly, we are just thugs. And they not only have these people with guns, but also old spies like Krzhakov. The point is that there must be more than one person like him or you in their organization. They have their own systems, intelligence networks, networks, and maybe even their own plans in some places, and that's the most terrifying. I said.

"This... Unlikely, right? Rebic hesitated, then after a moment's thought, continued, "You have a bit of a conspiracy theory. I don't think it's possible. ”

"And tell me who he or they are?" I asked.

"I don't know. But I think the kind of organization you're talking about is too difficult. Not to mention the rest, many of the actions they are involved in are classified, right? Isn't that tantamount to getting a third party involved? Let a lot of things be known to more people? ”

"What if you got it?" I glanced at Rebic, "Your idea is outdated. I know a Yankee, I met when I was in Chechnya. He said that there are such companies in the United States, which specialize in outsourcing to the government. The people in it are like this, they are all people with work experience, and the objects of recruitment are also special requirements. It is said that their level of professionalism is not only not low, but even higher. ”

"Is it ... I really don't know about this ... Is that also in Europe? I've never heard of it. Rebic said with a skeptical voice.

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean you haven't. Besides, it's even more terrifying if you haven't heard of it. Who knows how powerful they really are? If it weren't for Kerzhakov being pushed into a hurry and leaving him with no choice, would we know that there is this? Can you know that their organization has such a big influence in Switzerland? I said and smiled: "Didn't you look at Kerzhakov's appearance?" You say that he is not afraid of NATO's retaliation, which is certainly a lie, but if you want to say how scared he is, even to death, then I think it is nonsense. I always felt that he didn't take those people very seriously, as if he had something to rely on. ”

"Dependent?" Rebic asked rhetorically and continued, "Isn't that what this deal is about?" Isn't that what he relied on? ”

"It really is... I nodded, "But, didn't you notice another point?" ”

Seeking fat... Fat, fat, fat... I'm currently eleven fat!!!

(End of chapter)