The wall lamps in the corridors of the embassy's basement glowed dimly, and Melkulov glanced at the upright guards standing tall by the door, and then closed the door behind him, where the head of the state security bureau hung his blue hat on the coat rack by the door, and then pulled out an aluminum cigarette case with the red star emblem from his trouser pocket.

"How's it going? Vsevorod. Nikolaevich. Dekanozov sat at the conference table in the middle of the room, with a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

"The doctor is trying to figure out how to get the film out, and if what these two men tell is true, it will be the most significant discovery in recent years." Melkulov opened the cigarette case and pulled out a cigarette with a filter.

"They are highly trained at home and I believe in their professional abilities." Dekanozov picked up the spoon and stirred the coffee, then took a small sip from the cup.

"I didn't doubt the veracity of their report, but it's a bit unbelievable." Melkulov took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.

"When will the film be taken out?" Dekanozov pushed the cup aside and placed a document in front of him.

"There are some technical problems, but the doctor said that he has some experience with this kind of thing, and there is no need to worry about this matter for now, and now we should think about how to report this discovery to Moscow." Melkulov sat down across from Dekanozov and dragged the ashtray in the middle of the table in front of him.

"Is this a reply from Moscow?" Melkulov said, pointing to the documents on the table.

"Well, both of them are very innocent, staunch Bolsheviks, and they have excellent training results." Dekanozov pushed the document to his colleagues.

"There could have been no problem in the first place, they came to Berlin with us, they couldn't have been spies bought by Germany." Melkulov glanced at the document in a cursory manner, then folded it and threw it aside.

"I think we need to reconfirm the authenticity of the information, and we can't just put an unconfirmed report on Joseph. Vissarionovic. Comrade Stalin's desk. Dekanozov tapped the table with his fist.

"Vladimir. Kirargievich, are you saying that there are doubts in the reports of these two people? Didn't you look at their files, can these two people be trusted,"

"I am now skeptical of everything after that happened. Vsevorod. Nikolaevich. For example, there are too many unexplained coincidences in today's events, don't you feel that the Germans behaved very abnormally, and Marshal Keitel's attitude was also very strange. It was all like they had rehearsed it a long time ago, and we had to be careful, because it was probably another trap laid by the Germans to lure our people in, and the equipment in that warehouse was probably deliberately shown to us by the Germans. Dekanozov folded his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"I see what you mean, Vladimir. Kirargievich, but I see it exactly the opposite of you, I don't think this is some kind of trap of the Germans, and if this is intelligence that the Germans deliberately leaked to us, then what benefits will they be able to gain from it? I can't think of it at all. Let's not forget that the Germans had just won the war in Europe, and now they were complacent, and today their performance just proves this, and the German army became arrogant because of the victory, and at the same time began to slack off because of the arrogance, which is quite logical, because these arrogant Germans did not believe that anyone could touch their secrets. Merkulov said he had a different opinion, and he retorted with a smoke spew.

"There is some truth in what you said, but there are still many suspicious aspects of their performance today. Why they so easily let go of journalists who strayed into the restricted area is completely out of line with military practice. ”

"Maybe they don't want to provoke the powerful Soviets too soon."

"So why did they arrest so many Soviet agents, which is obviously more serious than the arrest of journalists."

"Perhaps... Perhaps because they rate into two sectors. Yes, that's how it should be, it was the German General Security Service that arrested our agents, the Nazi SS. We were greeted by the German Army, whose top brass had always been at odds with the SS, and we had already known about it. Merkulov was confident in his findings.

"I was the head of the Foreign Affairs Division for a while, and I knew about the dirty deal between the German Army and the Nazi Party, and that the conflict between them was just a struggle for rights." Dekanozov agreed with his colleague in disguise.

"Actually, what you said is also very reasonable, Vladimir. Kirardievich, we can't just hand over unconfirmed information to Joseph. In the hands of Comrade Stalin. If, as you say, this is a trick of the Germans ... I can't imagine how serious the consequences will be. Melkulov's expression became extremely serious.

"Then according to my initial opinion, we will not submit a report to Moscow for the time being. During this time, we will use all means to find a way to collect more evidence as soon as possible. Dekanozov said.

"Dear Vladimir . Kirargievich, I think we can actually go through two steps, we report some of the information that can be confirmed, and then we have a reason to ask Moscow for more support, and don't forget that our intelligence network in Germany has been seriously damaged, we are now seriously understaffed, and the rest needs to be re-screened. Melkulov suddenly had a new idea, and he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"It's true that we are a little short of manpower." Dekanozov scratched his forehead helplessly.

Now the two of them had less than twenty men in their trust, most of them security officers of the Ministry of the Interior who had come to Berlin with them in the delegation, and a few who belonged to the intelligence department of the General Staff of the Red Army, the legendary "GRU" agents.

The "GRU" and the Ministry of Internal Affairs are not under the same jurisdiction, but in the current environment of the Great Purge in the country, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which has the power of life and death, is obviously more powerful, and the military attache in charge of the "GRU" in the embassy in Berlin first weakened his knees, so these Red Army agents who have undergone extremely rigorous training are now all under the control of the head of the National Security Bureau.

"If I'm not mistaken, this secret German heavy tank could not have been developed in just a few months, it must have been a huge project that lasted several years, so it is impossible not to leave some clues. All we have to do is to re-excavate the traces that the Germans have hidden, who developed and manufactured such tanks, where they were built, and how much they produced. We also need to find out the specific data of this tank, its armor thickness, the strength of its firepower, weight, speed, maximum travel, etc., as well as the actual use, all of which must be figured out. Melkulov seemed to be in a state of mind all of a sudden, a feeling he had never had before, and he found himself thinking like a spy boss.

"Dear Vsevorod. Nikolayevich, as you say, this is a huge project, and the Germans must have invested incalculable manpower and material resources in it. So it's no easier than building a tank of this kind to get the information you're talking about. I agree with your suggestion, we need immediate support from the country, so what confirmed intelligence reports are you going to put up first, and this needs to carry enough weight to provoke Lavrenti. Pavlovich. Comrade Beria's attention. Dekanozov asked.

"What we saw today at the test site, those steel plate targets, and the T-34 in the hands of the Germans, I believe enough to cause Lavlendi. Attention of Comrade Beria. Merkulov lit another cigarette. This is indeed surprising, and it is necessary to find out how these newest tanks of the Soviet Red Army fell into the hands of the Germans. A cold glint flashed in Dekanozov's eyes, and the anti-rebel worker felt his palms itch.

"As far as I know, the T-34 has not yet been put into mass production, and the number is extremely limited, and we just need to find out where each tank is going, and it should be easy to find out where the loopholes are." Melkulov's face sank.

"I don't think it's very likely to be lost from the Red Army, it's more likely that it is with the manufacturers, and the Germans should have had accurate data on equipment, which is a secret that only the production plant or the research institute can have."

"If your guess is correct, it means that the Germans have penetrated into our R&D facilities, so they probably have more than just the T-34." Melkulov took a hard puff of his cigarette.

"Vsevorod. Nikolaevich, you forgot, White Club. Dekanozov said with a frown.

"You think this is the work of the White Club? Indeed, it is quite possible, and if it does, then it must alarm Joseph. Comrade Stalin. Melkulov swallowed.

"You and I both know that if the clue really points to the White Club, then we should ask Joseph at the first opportunity. Stalin reports. ”

"I think it's better to talk to Lavlendi first. Pavlovich. Belia would like to discuss it. Merkulov suggested.

"That's right, you're more thoughtful than I am." Dekanozov twisted his neck.

"It seems too early to draw conclusions, and we now have to get those photos first to prove that the Germans do have the T-34 in their hands."

"yes, why haven't you dealt with it yet, it's been an hour, why don't you go and take a look with me." Dekanozov impatiently raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"I've already filled a whole bottle, and if it doesn't work again, then I'll have to operate." Lieutenant Valentin, a military doctor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Daniil Lovevic. Pavlov shook an empty glass bottle in his hand.

"It's what we use in the Gulag, and it's always worked there. A national security major said with a frown.

"I've seen it with my own eyes, and if a bottle of castor oil goes down, anything will come out." One of the agents nodded in agreement.

"The problem is that the two aluminum tubes are stuck in the rectum right now, and I don't understand what the problem is." Captain Pavlov said, shaking his head.

"Misha, hold on, you'll be fine soon." An agent carries a bottle of saline and comforts his companion sitting on a bucket.

"It's not okay to go on like this, continue to give him water, otherwise his life will be in danger." The military doctor reminded.

"Harder, breathe, hold on, Misha, you can do it, hard! For the Motherland, for the Soviets, for Stalin! The agent shouted encouragement to his companion.

"No problem, Vidja, I can hold on!" Misha grabbed his companion's hand hard, a resolute expression on his face.

"I believe you, Misha, you're good, drink again." With tears in her eyes, Vija picked up the water bottle in her hand.

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