Chapter 54 Literary Inquisition
In the conference room of the Internal Affairs Bureau of the Gorky Automobile Manufacturing Plant, the director of the sub-bureau, Nikita Mikhailovich Markov, was sitting at the head of the conference room and talking, and the cigarette ash was scattered with his excited gestures. Everywhere, even on the clothes of the officials sitting next to him, but they dare not show the slightest dissatisfaction. Everyone sat upright and listened to the director's speech seriously. A few uncivilized words popped up from time to time in Director Markov's speech, and everyone here also went in one ear and out the other. As a leader, I just want you to listen carefully to what he said, how would he know if you didn't listen to him. In fact, everyone should be looking forward to the end of the meeting at this moment.
Chernenko, who was sitting at the end of the meeting room, kept writing something in his notebook with a pen. If someone walks into this meeting room at this moment, they will find that the room is almost full of old men, yes, there is only one young man, Chernenko. Markov's eyes drifted to Chernenko from time to time, if he walked to Chernenko's side at this moment, bent down and took a closer look at what he was doing. He will definitely go crazy with anger, maybe his brain blood vessels will burst on the spot. Chernenko is painting a portrait of Markov who is dancing and eloquent. People who grew up in Leningrad are always full of artistic cells, and Chernenko is no exception. Although a pen is used, the painting is still vivid, perfectly presenting Markov's angry expression, and the uncivilized words that Markov just used are written under the portrait.
Markov watched the absent-minded Chernenko getting more and more angry, and his own voice became hoarse. The little bastard acted as if he hadn't heard it, and continued to do his own thing, so Markov raised his volume again, loudly Said: "Some of our cadres and comrades have actually wasted energy on some trivial cases recently. There are so many major cases that have not been solved. Do you know which one is important? Now the detention room is full of people?"
"And the most irritating thing is that he actually wanted to catch the hooligans who rewarded his relatives. Your family opened the Internal Affairs Bureau? You can do whatever you want? Don't think that you are a small leader with little power in your hands. Just do whatever you want, I'm not dead yet, I have the final say here."
Chernenko was still indifferent, but he added a few more strokes to the portrait of Markov. Under a big head was a small body leaning on a cane, and he was no longer wearing a police uniform. A black line, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the clothes worn by prisoners. Chernenko seemed to be very satisfied with his work, with a smile on his face.
Markov looked at the smile on Chernenko's face. He knew that his impassioned speech was completely in vain. He could no longer control his emotions. He picked up the meeting documents in front of him and sternly Throwing it at Chernenko, he cursed loudly: "Chernenko, are you fucking listening to me?"
Chernenko looked up at Markov, and said nonchalantly, "Yes, I'm listening, please continue." After speaking, he continued to do what he was just interested in.
"Then can you fucking put down your damn pen and repeat what I just said?" Chernenko didn't intend to let Chernenko go so easily, he asked Chernenko.
"TMD, GRD, I bought a watch last year!" Chernenko said with an innocent face. Several colleagues tried their best not to laugh out loud, but their trembling shoulders betrayed them. Markov immediately looked at these people viciously, and these people immediately restrained their expressions, but they couldn't control it for a while, it was really uncomfortable.
Markov kicked on the conference table, pointed at Chernenko with trembling fingers and growled, "Get the fuck out of me immediately, get out!" This roar almost exhausted Markov's physical strength.
At this critical moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Markov's secretary walked in nervously.
When Markov saw that it was his secretary who came in, he became even more unhappy and was about to have a seizure. This is suddenly a few more people behind the secretary.
"Markov, we are from the KGB. We need to ask you about something. Everyone else should leave here." The person behind the secretary said.
The people in the room quickly left the conference room like a ghost, including Markov's secretary. On the contrary, Chernenko was the last one to leave. Markov can no longer take care of Chernenko, he has already noticed that he is about to be in big trouble. He looked at these KGB personnel with a frightened and flattering expression on his face, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Excuse me, what do you want to know from me?" Markov tried to relax himself, not daring to look at the faces of those KGBs.
"Did you write a letter to your son recently? This letter has been intercepted by us. There are some words in it. We think you are challenging the authority of the leader." The leader of the KGB said.
"What kind of words are they?" Markov felt a little puzzled.
"You wrote in your letter, you lazy and greedy fat man, you know how to drive cars, hunt, and watch movies all day long (President Bo's three major hobbies), I really don't know why God let you live in this world. For what? We think your words are alluding to our respected General Secretary Brezhnev." The KGB replied.
"No, that's definitely not what I mean. I'm just teaching my son in my heart. I'm definitely not alluding to the leader." Markov felt that he was wronged to the core, because such a few angry words to teach his son actually angered him. Here comes the KGB.
No one in this conference room listened to his explanation. A KGB agent took out the handcuffs. Markov stepped back suddenly, subconsciously trying to avoid him, but was subdued by the young agent. He put handcuffs on Markov, and several KGB drove him outside. Markov's face was ashen, he had no strength to walk.
A middle-aged KGB agent saw that Markov was so old and felt sorry for her, so he comforted him and said: "You should feel lucky. If it was in the Stalin era, you would be shot 100%! Now, at most It’s just a few years in the Gulag.”
Markov was taken out of the Internal Affairs Bureau of the Gorky Automobile Factory. The police officers of the Internal Affairs Bureau saw this scene, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. Chernenko stood by the window of his office, watching the scene leisurely, with a satisfied smile on his face.