The boxwood clock from the 18th century was ringing, and the light emitted by the white light bulb was shining through the carved leather lampshade of the floor lamp, illuminating the thick dark green velvet curtains. The round table beside the window was covered with white embroidered tablecloths, and the food was packed in exquisite silver plates, and the air was filled with the fragrance of tallow and cheese.

"This is a conspiracy, Comrade Vladimir Kilargeevich, this is a conspiracy." Merkulov paused the glass heavily on the table.

After only half a day, the first deputy people's committee member completely changed his appearance. His pale face set off his bloody eyes. The brown hair that was combed meticulously at all times was as messy as a chicken coop.

The Director of the National Security Administration, who was always elegant, was wearing only a white cotton straight-collar shirt on his upper body. The woolen uniform of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who had never taken off in front of others, was thrown on the sofa and into a ball. The legs of the sky blue breeches were drooping down, and the cowhide boots that were tightly wrapped around the calves also lost the aggressive light that they had before.

"This is what you want to tell me? Dear Vsevorod Nikolayevich." Djakanosov picked up the crystal bottle and poured a cup of vodka for his colleagues.

"No, no, Vladimir Kilardievich, you didn't understand what I mean. All this happened today was a conspiracy made by the Germans." After saying that, Merkulov grabbed the glass, raised his head and drank it all, as if it was just a cup of boiled water inside.

"You can't explain to Moscow like this, Vsevorod Nikolayevich, you should know the character of Ravrendi Pavlovich (Beria) better than me. The Berlin intelligence station was completely destroyed, and it took only five hours for the Germans to escape, and only fourteen of the forty-seven intelligence officers escaped by chance.

If, according to your words, this is really a conspiracy by the Germans, what is the purpose they want to achieve? Why do they risk angering the great Soviet Socialist Republican League and arresting the Soviet diplomats, what benefits can they get from it? If you can't find a convincing answer, I advise you to give up the idea of ​​explaining to Moscow, even if Ravrendi Pavlovich is willing to forgive you, but do you think the one in the Hermitage will let you go?" said Djanozov, shrugging his shoulders.

"Jojoseph Visarionovic (Stalin) No!" The sweat dripping as big as beans slid down Merkulov's cheek.

"I think you should think about it now, how to explain to Joseph Visarionovic why this happened after you arrived in Berlin, Vsevorod Nikolaevich." Djakanosov picked up a cookie from the plate, then scooped a spoonful of black fish roe sauce in a silver bowl and placed it on top of the cookies.

"You mean, the target of the Germans doing this is me?" Merkulov actually had the same idea in his heart, but in order to show his innocence, the Security Director still pretended to be surprised and widened his eyes.

"No, no, no, the foreigner Fsevorod Nikolayevich, this is not just a conspiracy against you, but also a conspiracy against me, and even the entire delegation. The Germans are indeed extremely cunning, but in my opinion, the measures they have taken are too clumsy. As long as people with a little bit of logical ability can see through their plans at a glance." Djanozov said with a proud look. The ambassador did not care at all that the words just now had knocked down a group of people, including the director of the National Security Bureau of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in front of him.

"Tell me quickly, what did you see?" Merkulov seemed not to hear Djanozov's sarcasm, or he seemed to pretend to be unaware.

"The Germans deliberately put pressure on us in this way, especially you, dear Fsevorod Nikolaevich. Their purpose is very simple, to destroy the current cooperative relationship between the two countries. I feel that the Germans are ready to pay their debts, but they are unwilling to take on the responsibility of tearing up the agreement.

They deliberately wanted to irritate us, and then provoke Joseph Visarionovic through our report. You should know the character of Joseph Visarionovic, who is a very easily irritated person. Once he expresses dissatisfaction with Germany, the Germans have reason to terminate the cooperation between the two countries, and all the responsibilities are in the Alliance of Soviet Socialist Republics." After saying that, Jakanozov looked like a wise man who saw through everything, and he put caviar into his mouth leisurely.

"If these cunning Germanic bastards are given a chance, they will definitely get back with a hundred times revenge. Voglind Kirsten, this sinister and vicious German woman, I can bet that this conspiracy must be from her." Merkulov said angrily with a sudden enlightenment.

"Actually, she could have adopted a more concealed approach. The direct and rough approach looks exciting like now, but she accidentally exposed a lot of secrets they had to us." Jakarnozov chewed the biscuits and picked up the wine glass on the table.

"You mean, the intelligence station was destroyed so quickly." Merkulov thought.

"It was destroyed so thoroughly." Djakanosov drank the vodka in his cup.

"If anyone among the arrested people had betrayed the country, it only means that there must be German spies inside us." Merkulov slapped the table hard.

As political workers in charge of the Great Purge, Merkulov and Djakanosov have many common languages, and they have always been very sensitive to the smell of traitors.

"I think they must have started planning very early. It's less than a week since we arrived in Berlin. This is not enough time for them to penetrate the delegation." It can be seen that the Director of the National Security Agency was not a pampered bag, he was just confused by the sudden blow.

"We need to make another strict screening of the embassy and representative office personnel, sniff out and eradicate hidden traitors." Jakanozov said, hammering the table.

"There are only those who can access the list of personnel at the intelligence station that are inside the embassy."

"No, my dear Vsevorod Nikolayevich, after this happens, any Soviet citizen in Berlin is suspected, including you and me. We must think like this, we must come up with results and prove our abilities to Joseph Visarionovic." Djakanosov grabbed a piece of pickled pork and shook it in front of Merkulov's nose.

"In this case, I need to transfer a group of people from China. Now the people here are no longer reliable."

"You are right to think this way, but considering that time needs to be done quickly, I am not worried about Moscow, but the Germans will have follow-up measures."

"I will immediately write a report to Ravrenji Pavlovich, tell him what happened here in full, and ask for domestic support." The major general of the Ministry of Internal Affairs stood up.

"Don't forget to ask him to order the blockade of the news, so that it can delay us for some time." Djakanosov also stood up.

"You are right. Before we can achieve enough results, we must strictly block the news and we must never let the country know what happened in Berlin."

"You can rest assured that the embassy's radio station is under my control." Djakanosov threw the pork back on the plate, picked up a napkin and wiped his hands.

"If it was done by the traitor, dear Vladimir Kilargievich, the Germans may have obtained a lot of confidential information, even the password we are using." Merkulov frowned.

"This is very possible, and Moscow must be notified immediately." Djakanosov said, nodding.

"Then tomorrow the Germans invite us to visit their weapons test site, are you going to continue?" Merkulov scratched his scalp.

"The plan has been confirmed to be unchanged. You have to ask Viacheslav Mikhailovic (Molotov) for this question."

"Do you think he already knows this?" Merkulov asked.

"Do you think you can hide it from him? Even if we don't report it, the Germans will take the initiative to negotiate with him." Djanocov kneaded the napkin into a ball and threw it onto the chair aside.

"Vladimir Kilargievich, I want to ask a question." Merkulov looked left and right and whispered to Dickanozov.

"Please say it, Vsevorod Nikolaevich."

"Do you think this matter will be related to "White Club"?" said Merkulov.

"I don't know how to answer your question. "White Club" is a taboo topic now. However, if you can confirm that this matter is indeed related to "White Club", I can clearly say that not only the current crisis can be solved, but even the approval of Joseph Visarionovich. But the question is, how can you get the evidence that Joseph Visarionovich can recognize, and you must know that he is not a person who can fool you at will." Jakanozov shook his head and answered.

"But if you can prove that this matter is related to the "White Club", it is equivalent to proof that Germany is indeed hooked up with the "White Club". This is a very serious matter. You should understand the interests. Vsevorod Nikolaevich, you won't get any clues." Speaking of this, the Baku executioner's eyes shining.

"Not yet, I just have a feeling now, Vladimir Kilargievich, if my judgment is correct, I will definitely get credible evidence." Merkulov seemed to have recovered a little confidence, and he clenched his fists and said loudly.

ps: I am recovering and will continue to update tomorrow. I will find time to make up for the five chapters I owe. Thank you for your support and understanding.

This time I went out for a cruise trip, but due to weather reasons, I found the feeling of riding on a German attack ship, which was so strong that I was riding the wind and waves.

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