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People from all over Bolivia were invited to this frozen land, and the only ones who could find Victor's whereabouts were KGB agents. Especially after his expansion of the arms deal in Southeast Asia annoyed the CIA's Southeast Asia director, Victor, who almost shut his mouth forever, was thrown by the KGB to South America to wait for a while.

But he understood very well that he said that he was waiting, but in fact he was refrigerated indefinitely. The Soviet underground arms market was saturated, and there was no place to swallow up more arms trade, except in a few war zones of local conflict. In other words, he's useless.

With a huge amount of money to live a chic and comfortable life in South America, he still did not forget to pay attention to the situation in Europe. Especially when Viktor sensed what Yanayev was plotting something.

The coup d'état in Turkey, the riots in Romania, the civil war in Germany.

If you put all the clues together, they are all inextricably linked to the Moscow government behind it.

However, before he could complete his conjecture, the door of the room was slammed open, and a group of masked gangsters rushed into the room and pushed him to the ground, a needle pierced his neck, and the cool liquid from the syringe was injected into the veins.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard someone speaking Russian in his ear.

When he woke up again, he found himself sitting on the plane of the Il-76 with the head of the KGB by his side.

Despite some headaches, Victor, who was clearly thinking, understood in an instant what was going on.

"Does the Motherland Need Me?"

As a hypocritical businessman, it is really difficult to say such righteous and awe-inspiring words.

The other party's answer was very brief.

"You go to Odessa and meet with General Dimich."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he finally didn't have to die.

Viktor Bout was able to sit at the table in Odessa with his uncle, General Dimić, and not hide from the CIA in Bolivia or Argentina, thanks to the support of Yanayev's Kremlin brass behind him. When the 1991-1993 arms sell-off passed, Moscow no longer needed freelancers like Victor, although Victor proudly claimed that it was because of their presence that the Soviet Union's huge arsenal of tank parts and ammunition did not enrich the middle arms dealers at extremely low prices. When East and West Germany merged in 1989, a Soviet BMP infantry tank or T72 tank was sold for $10! The Federal Republic of Germany, which had taken in the armed forces of the GDR, was sold to Poland for a symbolic price of $1.

Dimich has not had a good time these years, and the original Ukrainian hero of the Soviet Union is now surviving on the relationship of his nephew Viktor, otherwise he would have been sent to Siberia to dig coal in the purge of Yanayev's army. After Mingsheng secretly entered the head of the Ukrainian Quartermaster Service, it was only a convenient door for Viktor to sell Yanayev's huge arsenal.

Dimich took a hard sip of his wine.

"What? Aren't I welcome? Uncle Dimich? ”

Victor asked, smiling. He hadn't seen Dimich for a long time, and this time he came to Odessa not just to catch up with him.

Dimich shook his head, "Yuri, my nephew, you don't come to me to discuss the establishment of Coca-Cola's investment company in Ukraine, but for other things - like my poor relationship in the army. Expect me to open the doors of Ukraine? Maybe you have returned home in defeat, the current Soviet Union is no longer the chaos of the early nineties. Everything is in order under the high-pressure leadership of General Secretary Yanayev, and now you are here to seek answers, wrong. ”

Victor did not speak, and filled the glass in front of him with a pure white liquid, which, as alcoholic Russians, always had vodka in their left and right hands.

"Dimich, my uncle, you are old."

Victor only spoke at this time, and continued to say to himself, "The old man can't see the situation clearly. My return is not just that I want to come back, but that someone has asked me to come back. To be honest, I miss a little bit of the time when I was selling Kalashnikov and military helicopters in Ukraine, without Interpol and without the intelligence services of other countries going to me for trouble. Because standing behind me was the most powerful man in the entire Soviet. ”

Dimich was silent, and Victor's obsession with wealth contrasted sharply with his caution about power.

"Thank you for all these years, Uncle Dimich."

Victor raised his glass aloft, "However, a new era has arrived, and if you can't change your mind in time, you are destined to be eliminated." My Uncle Demich, I didn't come to you to reminisce about leaving South America and returning to the Soviet Union. Because of that person, I am needed now. ”

With a clang, the glass fell into the marble floor and fell apart.

Victor was very satisfied to appreciate his uncle's shocked expression, and he couldn't believe that his nephew's return was actually a call from Moscow.

Victor leaned back in his seat, picked up the Cuban cigar in his hand, and said seriously, "Hasn't the recent situation in Europe aroused the vigilance of the Ukrainian side?" You are the first line of defense against NATO expansion, alcohol is numbing your mind, and a comfortable life is rotting your will. ”

"There are new developments in Moscow?"

Dimić's eyes narrowed, he had been detached from the political core for so long that he had not thought as well as he had been.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, a grand conspiracy is brewing in Moscow. I don't know when General Secretary Yanayev began to lay out, but so far, the conspiracy of this deployment has gradually come to light. If I'm not mistaken, there are a number of other freelancers like me who may have also returned to the USSR, waiting for instructions on the next step. ”

If Victor is wrong, he will flee the blizzard forever, swearing to God that he will never look beyond the tempering sign.

"My nephew, what are you going to do?"

The weary Dimich no longer has the energy to continue to be involved in this political maelstrom.

Before Victor could speak, a voice took his place in reply.

"What else can he do? Of course, following the supreme will of the great Soviets, do you want to betray the leadership behind the scenes? ”

Following the direction of the voice, Victor saw the last thing he wanted to see.

"I'm just a businessman, doing my duty, unlike you."

Looking at the young man who was close to him, Dimich was confused. The people who can enter this room through layers of guards are definitely not ordinary Ukrainian bureaucrats.

The nephew beside him had already stood up.

Viktor narrowed his eyes and replied with a smile, "Long time no see, the head of the Soviet arsenal, Comrade Chemezov." (To be continued.) )