Chapter 1 The Informant

On the outskirts of Moscow, on the road outside the Moscow No. 1 Detention Center. A group of prisoners in prison uniforms were clearing the snow on both sides of the road. Perhaps it was because they were afraid that they would resist. What they held in their hands were simple and simple snow removal tools made of pure wood, and it was extraordinarily strenuous to do the work.

This batch of prisoners has been working for almost two hours from 6:00 a.m. to now, and they haven't taken a break even once. Although the current outdoor temperature is more than ten degrees below zero, Chebyshev's body is completely soaked, his nostrils and mouth are constantly spraying white air, and the beard above his lips is covered with a thick layer of ice. Son.

Chebyshev has been imprisoned here for nearly a month since Chebyshev agreed to serve as an informant for the KGB to break into the Nikolai criminal group, and he was charged with evading military service. The case is still in the trial stage. Of course, this is not a serious crime, it is just an excuse for Chebyshev to return to Moscow. Before being sent here, Balanikov told him that a month later, manpower would be arranged to assist him in escaping from here, and today was the agreed day. But the work of sweeping snow was about to be finished, and the person who came to help him had not yet appeared.

Unbeknownst to Chebyshev, Balanikov, who was at the moment recruiting him, was in trouble. Because the latest instruction came from the Kremlin, asking the KGB to temporarily suspend the investigation of the Uzbek case and wait for the next instruction. As for the specific reason, it was not explained above. But everyone knows very well that this is because Andropov is dead, and the new government is appeasing the bureaucracy.

Balanikov could no longer get the immunity agreement he wanted. Without this agreement, all actions of Chebyshev would be subject to legal sanctions in the future. But now that Chebyshev has been sent to prison for evading military service, can he still be told that everything will wait until the higher authorities decide to continue the investigation before getting him out of prison? Moreover, Balanikov did not want to suspend this case anyway. The loss of the country has not been recovered, and the corrupt elements still occupy high positions and continue to erode the country. The KGB has the responsibility to clear them out of the party one by one. team.

Therefore, Balanikov, who had been struggling repeatedly, decided to act first and then assist Chebyshev to carry out this task alone. At this moment, Balanikov's car was parked in an abandoned farm warehouse not far from the prisoners. He used binoculars to observe every move of the prisoner, waiting for the best opportunity. A new suit of clothes and a paper bag in the back seat of his car for Chebyshev's escape, containing some money and some forged papers.

Balanikov clearly saw the scene in the distance through the telescope. The snow on the road was about to be cleared, and there was not much time left for him. If he didn't do anything, Balanikov would lose his promise to Chebyshev In the end, Chebyshev would be sent to another prison on false charges, and this rare opportunity to break into Nikolai's criminal organization would be wasted.

There was no time for Balanikov to think about the pros and cons. Balanikov sighed and started the car. The car began to drive slowly towards the No. 1 Detention Center in Moscow. Balanikov held the steering wheel tightly and started to accelerate.

The car started to go downhill on a fork road not far from the detention center, and soon he came to a fork road at the feet of these prisoners. After Balanikov parked the car, he did not turn off the engine. I did what I was supposed to do as planned.

Chebyshev had been waiting for Balanikov's response. When the sound of the car came from a distance, Chebyshev's heart was already in his throat. He pretended to be cleaning, walked to the side of the road step by step, and glanced down from the corner of his eyes. Through the gap between the pine forests on the hillside, Chebyshev vaguely saw the outline of a car. The slight vibration of the engine can be heard faintly in the ears.

If you don't run now, when will you wait? Chebyshev gritted his teeth and closed his eyes bravely and jumped down the slope.

He ran away and rushed down the slope.

"It's not good, someone ran away!"

"Hurry up!"

"Everyone lie on the ground and don't move, or I will shoot!"

"Stop, don't run!"

"Bang! Bang!"

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Various voices came from Chebyshev's ears. He didn't dare to turn his head, and ran down, rolling and crawling. When he accidentally tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground, his body rolled down uncontrollably. .

Chebyshev tightly protected his head. Fortunately, the snow on the ground was so thick that Chebyshev was not injured. When he managed to escape to the downhill road, a person grabbed him, dragged him into the car forcefully, and then took Chebyshev away from the scene with a kick of the accelerator.

The car had to go around the side road to catch up here. Balanikov's plan went well. Chebyshev, who survived the disaster, checked his body. Fortunately, although he was sore all over his body, he moved his arms and legs. feel severe pain. Chebyshev was finally relieved knowing that he had no broken bones.

"Why did it take you so long to come?" Chebyshev said dissatisfied.

"There is a set of clothes at the back. Put it on. There is a paper bag next to it. There are money and fake documents in it. After a while, you get off the car after passing the town in front. The contact information is in the jacket pocket of the clothes. Remember this number, and then Destroy the numbered paper, and you will report to me every month from now on, if I can't contact you, I will arrest you nationwide for murder!" Balanikov ignored Chebyshev's words Complaining, explaining things in a cold tone.

"How is my brother?" Chebyshev asked anxiously.

"He's in Leningrad now, living with another identity! Don't look for him, do your job well, the better you do, the better your brother will live!" Baranikov didn't have a head Said back.

"What am I now? The KGB?" Chebyshev said complacently.

"Barely considered a non-staff member. If you perform well, we will recruit you. After all, anti-criminalism is also one of our responsibilities!" Baranikov frowned and said, no matter whether it is true or not, we must give the informants a little hope and motivation to work hard.

The two communicated in a hurry in the car like this, and the car had already passed a town in less than half an hour. Balanikov parked the car in the woods on the side of the road, put Chebyshev down, and then handed him a passbook and said: "This is a savings bank account, and your salary will be paid on time every month. In this account, the money is enough for your life!"

"Thank you!" Chebyshev finished, picked up the passbook and ran to the depths of the woods, Balanikov looked at his back and let out a long sigh of relief!