A car drove out of the Kremlin in a low-key manner and headed for the city of Moscow. No one cares what kind of little people will sit in a dilapidated car, only some sharp-eyed people will wonder why there is such a car in the Kremlin, which seems really unreasonable.

Of course, others just think about it for a moment and forget about it. But Plekhanov, the head of the Ninth Bureau of the KGB, who was sitting in the car, looked frightened, although Yanayev, who was sitting next to him, still had a breezy expression and looked at the documents in his hand with interest.

The trip of the supreme leader was a completely casual and impromptu idea, and it is no wonder that Plekhanov was so close to the enemy. Although Yanayev kept telling him to relax, Moscow, where the state of emergency had not yet been declared, was a ticking time bomb ready to detonate at any moment. If a thug rushes out of a corner and happens to recognize Yanayev, the consequences are unimaginable.

Yanayev didn't think too much about it, it was someone else's business to keep himself safe, and he didn't need to teach him how to do it well. At this time, Yanayev was looking at the profile of a person whom the KGB had specially obtained. There is a photo posted in the upper left corner of the information, the man in the photo is mediocre-looking, sloppy beard, and his resume is not outstanding, and even the background information is only a few words. It doesn't look like a potential little man who will be favored by Moscow's top brass at all.

In 1986 he entered the Air Force as a navigator, after which he was sent to the Moscow Military Institute of Foreign Chinese Language to study foreign languages. In 1988, he entered the Moscow Military Foreign Chinese Academy to study foreign languages, and is proficient in Russian, Uzbek, English, Portuguese and French, and even knows some Chinese. Well, it is true that he has a very high talent for languages as the legend says, and he is indeed a good candidate. Yanayev closed the file and muttered to himself.

"Who the hell is this man? It is worthy of such a personal meeting by the general secretary, and his resume is that no matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary ground crew member of the Air Force. Plekhanov asked in a low voice, and after stepping into the ranks of Yanayev's henchmen, he also had his own say on some issues. But Plekhanov spoke cautiously, because he did not know what Yanayev was really planning.

"Oh?" Yanayev turned around and said to him in an orderly manner, "This guy named Viktor Bout is indeed a mediocre guy who can't be more mediocre, no matter how you look at his resume. But Plekhanov you have to remember that the most important thing in looking at a person is not what he has done in the past, but what he can do in the future and what he will do. ”

For Yanayev, Viktor Bout's past is not important, but in the future he has a very special nickname, "the merchant of death". From engaging in the arms business in 1992 to becoming one of the world's leading arms dealers, in less than a decade, he has reached a net worth of 6 billion pounds. And his deeds were even made into a movie, yes, it was the "Lord of War" starring Nicolas Cage.

In Yanaev's plan to save the Soviets, Viktor Bout was also an important pawn.

Of course, Plekhanov couldn't say anything about these things, and since Viktor was a brilliant businessman, Yanayev, who had always been eclectic in employing people, didn't mind putting him in charge of some shady black deals of the Soviet government, even if he was still poor and lonely. What's more, Yanayev was also curious about what the legendary arms dealer looked like in the first place.

The car stopped in front of a dilapidated apartment, and the driver turned his head and said to Yanayev, "Your Excellency, we have arrived." ”

"Oh, okay. You'll just be waiting for us downstairs. Yanayev nodded, and he and Plekhanov got out of the car at the same time, stepped up the garbage-staired staircase, walked through the stinking hallway, and the two men came to a dilapidated iron door, Plekhanov glanced at the houses of the apparently poor people, and then knocked on the iron door.

"Who?" Behind the iron door there was a gruff sound, then the noise of knocking over something, and a vague grumbling of a man. If it weren't for the obvious person's voice, Yanayev would have thought that a Siberian brown bear was locked behind the door.

The door opened, and a man with messy hair poked his head out, glanced at the two people standing outside the door, and said with obvious impatience, "Didn't you say that? I'll give it back to you in a few days. Why are you so annoyed! As for it? ”

Seeing that the other party obviously misunderstood something, Plekhanov took out his KGB ID from his bosom and said coldly to the drunk man at the door, "I'm not interested in who you owe, but you'd better be optimistic about who we are." ”

Viktor Bout's eyes widened when he saw Plekhanov's papers. The original slightly drunk wine also woke up instantly. He waved his hand in a panic and said, "Sir, listen to me, what I just said was not aimed at you......"

"Is it against me? Comrade Victor. Yanayev suddenly blurted out a fluent piece of Chinese, "Standing next to you is Plekhanov, the leader of the Ninth Bureau of the KGB, are your offensive words just now enough for the KGB people to send you in?" ”

Not to mention Viktor's stunned face, even Plekhanov was surprised. Because Yanayev never claimed to have learned Chinese, how did he achieve his sudden fluency in Chinese?

Now that the other party had already spoken, Viktor had to reply to Yanayev in Chinese, "I'm sorry sir, I apologize for my rude behavior just now. If he really was the leader of the Ninth Bureau of the KGB, you must be a big man. ”

Yanayev smiled slightly, he walked directly past Viktor, walked into the hut where he had messed into the garbage dump, and this time turned back to him in Russian and said, "You should really watch the news, Comrade Viktor." Standing in front of you is the latest new leader of the Soviet Union. Oh yes, my name is Yanayev. ”

Yanayev looked around and saw MON-50 on the table, and his expression immediately changed slightly. In order not to make Plekhanov feel guilty, he gently picked up a piece of clothing and put it on it before he came in, and then said to Viktor, "It seems that you are very suspicious of the creditor, but I will not investigate how the thing on your table came from." You know, according to the law, it's enough for you to spend the rest of your life in a colder, damper cell. ”

Victor's expression instantly became very exciting, and Yanayev lightly changed the topic, "But you like to let the Supreme Leader stand in your cabin so awkwardly." Oh, and honestly, how many days hasn't it been cleaned here? ”

Victor woke up from a dream and hurried in to clean up the room and make room for Yanayev to sit. After Yanayev sat down, he asked straight to the point, "I'll just ask you a question, are you interested in working for me?" ”

Plekhanov was a little stunned, he didn't expect Yanayev to come over and find a nobody to do things for him, it was incredible. He wanted to advise the general secretary, but he thought it would be better to wait later.

Yanayev's words were so straightforward that Viktor didn't know how to answer, he coughed awkwardly and asked, "To be honest, Your Excellency President, I don't really understand, what does it mean to die for you?" ”

"There is only one meaning, to sell arms for me." Yanayev made no secret of his purpose, "If you agree, then from today you will leave this cramped hut and live in a grand mansion." There are expensive suits that are cut and fitted, and you don't have to wear these anymore, and you don't know how many days of oil-stained clothes you have. ”

"Yes, I do." Victor's answer was equally blunt.

"Don't you wonder what the price is? Forget it, you must know more in your heart than I do. Okay, then I'll give you the first mission, which can be regarded as a small test, to sell firearms to the peoples of the three Baltic countries who oppose their governments. Yanayev pointed to Viktor and said the first step of his plan.