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Anna left the government building in time for the arrival of the Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel and ran in the direction of Yakov's house. www.biquge.info At that time, the whole city was drizzling with snow, immersed in a dreamy and romantic atmosphere. But this bit of romance has caused some inconvenience to Anna.

She ran as hard as she could, as hard as she could, but because she was wearing high heels and the ground was slippery, no matter how much she ran, she couldn't reach the speed of a normal person.

As she was about to reach Yakov's apartment, a cold male voice came from behind.

"Anna Romanova! Stop! ”

Anna turned around and saw several men in Ministry of Internal Affairs uniforms stepping out of a Gass M1 car. They wore non-slip boots, and running in the snow was not a problem, and soon caught up with Anna.

Two guards, one of whom ran forward to intercept Anna, grabbed Anna by the shoulders from behind, making it impossible for her to get out, and quickly subdued her.

"Comrade Romanova, please cooperate with us and cooperate with our investigation. Otherwise, you may be subject to severe penalties, and don't blame me for not reminding you. One of the Ministry of Internal Affairs said with a blank face.

"What crime have I committed? Why are you arresting me? ”

I don't know if it's because the weather is too cold, or because the internal guards are cold by nature. Their expressions and tones remained stiff and did not change in the slightest. "We suspect you of espionage and need to bring you back to the state for investigation."

"I confess that I am a member of the Romanov royal family, the daughter of Grand Duke Mikhail Alexandvich. But I have never engaged in any espionage activities, and I have always been loyal to the great party, to the great Comrade Stalin. ”

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with our investigation, we will naturally give you justice. As for your ancestry, we will deal with it in an appropriate manner. ”

"What 'appropriate method'? Can you make that clear? ”

A stiff smile appeared on the face of the inner guard, and he said, "You'll know when you arrive." ”

At this time, the most uncomfortable person in my heart was not Anna, but Yakov. He was staying at home, watching through the window as Anna was arrested.

Seeing that his sweetheart was arrested, but he couldn't do anything about it, Yakov's heart had a sore and painful taste.

He watched Anna get into the car and watched the Ministry of Internal Affairs vehicles drive away from his line of sight. It's about as bad as a breakup.

He sat on the sofa, drinking vodka and drinking to kill his sorrows, while analyzing the news he had received from the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the morning.

Suddenly, he had an idea of how to save Anna. He put on a thick military coat, left the apartment and ran in the direction of the state government.

……

Anna was taken to the interrogation room of the State Bureau of Internal Affairs for interrogation. In that interrogation room, there were no torture instruments, nor any sense of oppression.

The room is well lit, the white walls make the room appear brighter, and the statue of Stalin hanging on the wall brings a "sun-like light", which is completely less dark and terrifying than Anna imagined.

"Comrade Romanova, are you really the biological daughter of Grand Duke Mikhail?" Peter's words bring Anna, who was in a daydream, back to reality.

Anna bowed her head and replied hesitantly, "Yes...... Target. So what? It's not a crime. ”

"Do you know a man named Pierre Galley?"

"Recognize ...... Know. He was supposed to be someone from the French embassy in the USSR. ”

Peter sat up straight, his head tilted forward slightly. In a questioning tone, he asked: "He was ostensibly a clerk at the French consulate in the Soviet Union, but in fact, he was a spy sent by the French government to spy on our country's intelligence. ”

Anna looked up and said in surprise, "Really? I can't imagine that he is such a person! But what does this have to do with me? Why are you arresting me? ”

"That's right, he is such a man, his job is mainly to recruit and contact a series of informants, through these informants embedded in the party, to obtain information about our government and party organizations, and through him to transmit it back to France.

According to the clues we have gathered, we found that when you were in Moscow, you often contacted Pierre, and sometimes exchanged some letters and objects, can you explain? ”

What does this mean? Actually, he was the liaison between me and my birth mother. Every time I saw him, I would give him the letters I had written to my mother, the things I had given to my mother, and he would give me the things that my mother had given me, the letters, and that's it. No information was exchanged. ”

Peter held up an envelope, pointed to the words on the cover, and asked, "Is this your handwriting?" ”

Anna looked carefully at the handwriting on the cover and said, "It's mine." ”

Peter carefully pulled out a piece of stationery from the envelope, carefully opened the yellowed, folded letterhead, and carefully compared the letterpaper with the handwriting on the envelope.

"Comrade Romanova, did you write this letter?"

Peter's question made Anna feel helpless. The distance between her and the letter was two meters, and her whole body was firmly tied to a fixed, immovable chair, and it was impossible to read the handwriting on the letter.

She smiled disdainfully, with a slight temper in her smile, and said, "How can I see the handwriting on the letter?" Take it to me! ”

Originally, Peter's tone and attitude were relatively mild. But hearing Anna's words, his attitude changed badly.

He stood up, pointed at Anna, and shouted, "Anna Romanova! Are you supposed to be a valet in the palace? ”

Anna's request was reasonable, but her tone was not very good, as if she was talking to her own attendants and telling the little ones to do things.

As a colonel of the Internal Guard in charge of interrogation, Peter could not accept such words from his prisoners, and could not accept being treated like a subordinate.

Luckily, Anna knew what the problem was in time. In order to prevent the fat and rude colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in front of her from getting angry, she chose to apologize in time: "I'm sorry, Comrade Sir, my tone just now was a little worse. Can you please hand me that letter so I can take a good look at it? ”

Peter took a few deep breaths before he calmed down. He carefully picked up the letter on the table, placed it on the "tabletop" that came with the interrogation chair, and said, "See if you wrote this letter." ”

Anna carefully looked at the letters on the table, and the more he looked, the wider his eyes opened and his heart beat faster and faster. This letter is not from her personal handwriting, but the handwriting in her heart is too similar to her own, and it is difficult to prove her innocence.

Perhaps, as a clever person, you have probably guessed what the letter is about. This was Pierre's spy report to China, which contained some confidential information about the Soviet government.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was very quiet, and Anna's heartbeat was loud enough to drown out all the noise. Even Yakov, who was standing outside the door eavesdropping, could clearly hear Anna's heartbeat.

Looking at Anna's nervous expression, Peter began to guess the other party's thoughts. He felt that Anna was nervous because the letter proving her guilt was really written by her.

Peter straightened up and asked solemnly, "How's it going?" You wrote this letter, right? What else do you have to say? ”

"No, I definitely didn't write it!"

"Isn't the handwriting in the letter yours? The comrade in charge of the appraisal has checked it several times, and there will be no mistakes. Peter said aggressively.

"How do you know they're not making a mistake? What do they compare to? ”

"If you compare the handwriting of several other letters, you can see that the handwriting matches perfectly."

"What can a few letters compare? Besides, can you prove that the letters are from me? Anna's retort was so reasonable that it almost left Peter, an experienced interrogator, speechless.

"So how do you prove that it's not your handwriting? What to compare? Peter asked.

Anna's brain was also spinning quite quickly, and she quickly figured out how to save herself. "You send someone to Red Avenue 18 (the building of the state government) and look for Comrade Manturov. There are a lot of documents out there that I wrote, just compare them. ”