Chapter 780: : insider vicious
In a small room of about 5 square meters, the whole place was wrapped in black cloth, and the whole scene looked very depressing. A chair was placed in the middle, and Grachev’s nephew, that is, his adjutant, sat nervously. He said, his feet were shaking, and he looked very nervous. This scene happened to be clearly seen by a camera above.
Opposite the camera, Primakov was smoking a pipe and holding the other party's information in his hand.
[Whitley Benedict Kiedlov, male, born in 1965, rank of major, nephew of Grachev, graduated from the Gagarin Air Force Academy, and later belonged to the 103rd Division, the division commander is Grachev! 】
The information above is clear, especially for someone with his identity, in fact, he has information from childhood to adulthood!
You think that you are not important, but in fact you are not very important, but it does not mean that the wild dogs on the ground will give up the rats in the ground, because sometimes, the rats also like to compete with the dogs for food, so you have to pay attention to the rats every day After the millennium, private secrets can often be revealed. No matter how many times you fly a night, people’s intelligence agencies can calculate it, and calculate the average according to the time you visit the website...
"What was he in the 103rd Division at that time, why didn't he write it?" Primakov tapped his fingers on the document, and one of them asked doubtfully.
The subordinates around him were very embarrassed and looked at each other. "Kidlov didn't have a specific position. He was assigned to be the platoon leader at the time, but he was taken to the agency by Minister Grachev two months later."
Primakov didn't speak. He folded his hands and looked at Kiedlov who was getting restless on the screen. He suddenly walked towards the door and left a sentence, "I'll ask him."
His intuition told himself that Grachev's death might not be that simple. Beginning with the Soviet Union, political methods have long been less glorious. Some people say that politics is the art of compromise. To whom? Why compromise? What about the wrong association?
will die!
From Beria and Stalin, to the killed Nikolai Fedorovich Vatutin, will a commander be killed by the guerrillas? Hehehe... It's just a fantasy!
Primakov has seen too many intelligences that should be blocked, and every page has a meaning.
"Politics is ugly, death is less accidental!"
There is definitely something wrong with this Kiedlov.
When people are in a closed environment, their mood will become depressed, and then gradually become a little crazy, and when they are free, it is easy to think too much, no one will think about the good, and they are all pessimistic.
squeak~
Just when Kiedlov's emotions were gradually rising, the door finally opened. He raised his head in a panic and hurriedly, and saw someone walking in, and the flashlight shone on his face. This sudden light , which made Kiedlov subconsciously avoid, glaring, and said dissatisfiedly, "Damn, damn, what are you doing!"
"Sorry sir." Primakov apologized, but there was no meaning in the words. He pulled a chair beside him and sat down about 2 meters away from Kiedlov. The flashlight was still shining. He said very plainly, "Mr. Major, it is impolite for us to meet in such a posture, but the conditions here are like this. If you mind, the i Intelligence Bureau in Moscow will be happy to entertain you for tea."
FBI!
The remnants of the KGB!
Kidlov's heart trembled suddenly. Who wants to go there, maybe it's fear, but he still resisted, squinting, dodging the bright light, "Sir, may I know your name?"
"Evgeny Maximovich Primakov!"
Kiedlov stopped talking, obviously...he knew this name, and I am afraid that few people have not heard of it, because this gentleman's deeds are very extraordinary. Can anyone who can sit in the position of Director of Foreign Intelligence be a mortal?
Some people are destined to be great, and his name is enough glory.
History has always been biased. He will eliminate the garbage and leave the elite. Anyone who leaves a name in history must at least have characteristics.
"How did your uncle die?" Primakov said suddenly.
"I didn't do it." Kiedlov replied subconsciously, but his face turned ugly after he finished speaking. There is no silver three hundred taels here. Sure enough, Primakov smiled, but the other party was still too tender. Sometimes, the intuition is The best clue to solve the case, and, if, really did not get along with the other party, as Yeltsin's confidant who was single-handedly drawn up.
He has to follow this wind and let Yeltsin complete his political progress.
For example, attacking political opponents.
No matter what, Kiedlov is a good scapegoat. He was guilty from the beginning! His uncle is dead, isn't the one who has no backing the best to bully?
There are two kinds of people in this world who are easy to bully. One is those who have no family background, and no one will care if they die, or they are lonely. Bully who?
But Kiedlov really has a problem!
"Tell me about it. If you don't want it, let me do it." Primakov crossed his legs and turned off the strong light of the flashlight. People who are almost seventy years old speak with a gentlemanly hooliganism.
Kiedlov was silent, just not talking. From the other side of the surveillance, Primakov just sat like this, looking at each other quietly, while the former hung his head and remained silent.
This is a very classic picture.
Old man, youth, interrogation, criminal...
"Yes, Lebed." These words seemed to drain all of Kiedlov's strength!
Primakov didn't want to talk anymore, and even wanted to leave a little bit. He really felt that there were more and more inside stories behind this. Who is this Lebed? It was none other than Alexander Ivanovich Lebed, a local military and political strongman after the disintegration of the Soviet Union.
Anyone who knows Russia's early political circles must know this person.
He is an inescapable legend, born in a Cossack military family in the Rostov region of Russia. His father was a carpenter who participated in World War II as a sergeant; his mother worked in the post office. There was a younger brother, Alexei Ivanovich Lebed, who later became Prime Minister of the Khakassian Republic.
Lebed went to Afghanistan to fight from 1981 to 1982. He served as the battalion commander of the 345th Airborne Corps Regiment. At that time, the commander was Grachev. In 1991, he served as the deputy commander of the Soviet paratroopers, in charge of war preparation and military teaching. The commander was Grachev. During the August 19th incident in 1991. Lebed was the front-line commander sent by the emergency committee to the "White House" to capture Yeltsin, but this "political-minded soldier" got cold feet and defected~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and started strongman politics.
According to the relationship between Lebed and Grachev, starting from the subordinates of the platoon commander and the company commander, the relationship should be very good. Unfortunately, they really regard each other as enemies.
In July 1991, Colin Powell, chairman of the US Joint Chiefs of Staff, visited Moscow. He wanted to see the famous Soviet airborne troops. In order to satisfy the curiosity of the guests, Minister of Defense Yazov and Commander of the Airborne Forces Grachev decided to arrange the performance of the 106th Airborne Division with the best combat readiness, the commander of which is Lebed. However, a strong wind blew while Colin was watching. Division Commander Lebed reported the situation to Grachev, but Grachev still issued an order to "prepare for airborne" and asked the troops to carry out the most exciting "co-landing of people and vehicles".
Later, before the eyes of the American general, Soviet paratroopers and vehicles fell to the ground. Powell looked at Grachev with surprised eyes, and sighed: "What are you doing?" Grachev smiled and said, "Let everyone see what the Soviet paratroopers can do!"
This "performance" caused 1 death and 8 injuries, and also ruined the friendship between Lebed and Grachev.
This is just a small friction between the two sides.
It is also a dirty performance of sacrificing soldiers for the sake of face of political missions!
In fact, every politician who is killed is not innocent.
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