Chapter 2691 One Person’s Country

11 Lubyanka Square, the headquarters of the KGB.

Since 1920, the headquarters of the KGB has been here. Now the KGB has been renamed the Russian Federal Security Service, and the headquarters is still here.

A funeral ceremony was taking place in the auditorium of the KGB headquarters.

This is a very strange funeral, an extremely rare farewell ceremony. How rare is it? This is the first time since the Soviet Union to Russia.

It was strange because the people who attended the farewell ceremony were of extremely high status, but the number of them was really too small.

The president is here, and the director of the Russian Federal Security Service is present, as well as the directors of the various branches below. Excluding the president and his bodyguard, there are less than ten people attending the farewell ceremony, but these people are all the best in the KGB. Top officials.

What’s even more strange is that the flag placed on the side of the coffin is not the Russian flag, but the Soviet flag.

The other side of the coffin should be where the family members should be, but it is empty without family members.

Four honor guards stood on both sides of the coffin with their heads held high. Lying in the coffin was a smiling Yarebin.

The military band played a low and sad music on one side, the fourth movement of Tchaikovsky's Sixth Pathetique Symphony.

The person who presided over the farewell ceremony was Vasilyevich, the director of the Russian Federal Security Service.

The farewell ceremony began, and the first person to come forward to lay flowers was President of the Russian Federation Vladimir Putin.

Puqin took a bouquet of flowers and placed it at the feet of the coffin. Then he took a step forward and stared at Yarebin in the coffin.

Looking at Yarebin's face, Puqin then stared at the medals representing Yarebin's merits. He stared for a moment, turned around, and walked to a group of senior KGB officials who were waiting to present flowers.

"Coming here feels like I'm back home. I know what spies are. They are a group of people with unique qualities, beliefs and personalities. They are able to give up their original lives, relatives and lovers and stay away from their homeland. , who is away from home all year round and dedicates his life to the motherland, this is not something that everyone can do, and today we bid farewell to a great spy, a soldier who gave everything for the motherland."

Lowering his head slightly, Pu Qin said nothing and stepped aside.

Baskov was the second to stand in front of the coffin with flowers. He put down the flowers, held the coffin and stared at Yarebin for a long time.

Baskov's face was expressionless. He wanted to say something, but looking at that calm face he couldn't say anything. After realizing that he had stayed too long, Baskov turned around and lowered his head. Returned to his position.

Baskov was very excited and sad inside, but he was also happy for Yarebin. He did not expect Putin's attendance. He thought it was just a secret funeral within the KGB, but he did not expect the president to come back.

The people attending the funeral laid flowers in turn, and Vasilyevich said in a deep voice: "Cover the coffin!"

The coffin lid was lifted by four ceremonial soldiers and slowly covered an ordinary-looking old man.

"Put the flag!"

Four honor guards escorted a folded red national flag to the coffin.

The national flag was unfurled. At that moment, Baskov wanted to say that he would put the flag on his captain with his own hands, but when the flag was unfurled, his heart felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over it. He quickly dismissed the idea.

Baskov was ashamed of that flag, and he thought he was worthy of the Black Devil, but he was really ashamed of that flag, so he could not personally cover the old man who had given everything for the flag with that flag.

The honor guard held the four corners of the national flag. When they were about to cover the flag, Pu Qin suddenly came out. He silently took one corner of the national flag from an honor guard.

Vasilyevich took the second corner.

Baskov's feet did not move at all. Puqin looked at Baskov, but Baskov gently shook his head and did not move his steps.

The third and fourth people walked out one after another.

Together with their president, they pulled the flag and finally covered the coffin with the flag.

"Awake!"

Four honor guards lifted the coffin, and amid the mournful music played by the military band and under people's gaze, they sent the coffin to the hearse parked at the entrance of the auditorium.

There should be family members sitting in the hearse, on both sides of the coffin. Gao Yang should sit in this position, but he couldn't come.

Baskov did not hesitate this time. He got into the hearse and sat down on one side of the coffin, while the powerful Vasilyevich sat on the other side.

Baskov looked at his director in great surprise, and Vasilyevich said seriously: "He has no relatives, so let his successors see him off."

According to Russian tradition, the hearse pulling the deceased will go to the place where he worked and lived and stop for a while.

This is the headquarters of the KGB, and Yarebin dedicated his life here, so the hearse began to drive slowly in the KGB headquarters.

The hearse stopped at the place where Yarebin had lived before him. After a short pause, the hearse started again.

The hearse circled the Kremlin and then drove to Red Square.

The driver stopped in front and got out of the way, and the hearse following behind stopped. Only the hearse pulling Yarebin's coffin drove straight to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

"No one knows your name, but your achievements will last forever."

The hearse paused briefly before the famous inscription.

There was no martial law, but tourists were temporarily pushed aside.

Baskov looked up and looked to the side. He could see the very surprised tourists, and then he saw Gao Yang.

Gao Yang was pushing a wheelchair, and sitting on the wheelchair was a hammer.

Iron Hammer was wearing a black suit. He was sitting in a wheelchair and saluted the hearse with a military salute. He stared at the hearse and remained motionless.

Gao Yang stood behind the wheelchair. He was also wearing a black suit and wore a medal on his left chest, a medal that only belonged to the King of Black Devils.

There were tears in Gao Yang's eyes. He fulfilled Yalebin's promise.

Gao Yang came to say goodbye to the old man who had been guarding him silently, to say goodbye to the old man who taught him too many things, and to say goodbye to the old man who treated him as his son.

Satan's people all came, but they did not gather together, but were scattered everywhere to see off the old man they knew and respected.

No one from the Black Devil came except Hammer. They were not willing to waste time on such meaningless things as funerals, even Yarebin's funeral.

The hearse left Red Square and continued driving until it arrived at Novodevichy Cemetery.

Today, the Novodevichy Cemetery is closed and not open to the public. No one is allowed to enter, except for a convoy that just entered.

When the hearse reached the cemetery, it stopped in front of a group of honor guards.

This is not a state funeral.

But this was a strange funeral, because the highest-level honor guard of the three services that can only be used for state funerals was used at the funeral.

Before the honor guard is the military band, the highest level of military band.

The specifications were wrong, and there were no reporters and no obituary, but for a few days the Russian KGB did conduct a strange funeral of the highest order.

Four honor guards lifted the coffin and moved forward slowly, escorted by the honor guards of the three armed forces.

The military band began to play music. The music they played today was very unfamiliar because it had not been played for twenty-four years. Of course it would be unfamiliar to them because they were playing "Unbreakable Alliance".

Covering the national flag and playing the national anthem represent a dying country, a country belonging to Yarebin alone.

A state funeral that is not a state funeral.

It is also a state funeral. At this moment, Yarebin represents one person for the whole country.

Before the coffin was delivered to the tomb, Pu Qin was already waiting here. Yes, he came to the cemetery because the funeral was not over yet.

Next came the memorial service, but after the honor guard lowered Yarebin's coffin, it was time for the final eulogy.

Of course, Pu Qin is the only one who is qualified to give a speech here.

Pu Qin stood in front of the coffin, facing the crowd, facing the audience of less than ten people, facing a huge military band, and a huge honor guard of the three armed forces. Although the place here is small, the military band and honor guard are both Unable to reach him.

After taking a deep breath, a low but loud voice sounded.

"He gave everything he had to the Soviet Union.

He faces the darkness and turns his back to the light.

He embraces the darkness and protects the light.

His enemies hated him and called him a devil.

The people he protects don't know he exists.

He and his loyal warriors rest here.

He and his comrades who also sleep here are holy black devils.

He is the black devil of the Soviet Union.

His name is Yarebin Vasilyev. "

Pu Qin slowly finished reading the eulogy.

This is Yarebin's eulogy and will also be Yarebin's epitaph.

Puqin turned around and looked at the coffin covered with the national flag, and then he said solemnly: "The Soviet Union has disappeared, but we who inherited the Soviet Union cannot forget these heroes. He is not an unknown hero. There will be his tombstone here. There will be a full-length statue of him on the tombstone."

After finishing speaking, Pu Qin nodded slightly and then walked aside.

"Sound a salute!"

The salute began.

The salute did not end when the gun fired fifteen times, it did not end when it sounded seventeen times, and it did not end when it sounded nineteen times.

Twenty-one gun salutes were fired, the highest courtesy.

It was a strange funeral.

But it would not be surprising if a state funeral is held for a person's country or a country's people.

Cover the flag, play the national anthem, and fire a gun salute.

Buried next to his comrades.

Yarebin got everything he wanted.

The coffin was placed in the tomb, and flowers and soil fell, gradually covering an old man with a legendary life.

An era is over.

A generation of legends has completed its curtain call.

An immortal hero went to his country.

That's it.