In a building not far from the Summer Palace, Jakil, dressed in military uniform, was gathering in front of a round table with several old friends. The atmosphere here was very dull, and it was obvious that what they were discussing was not so easy to decide.

"Yakil, I don't think we can put all our chips on one person at this time," Ubolevitch exhaled a thick smoke, and said lightly as the smoke spreads. "The little guy is very fond of our temper, and from the letter he came before, he is willing to stand with us. But should we focus our fate and future on him because of this? Don't forget that the situation is different from before. Now he has lost control of the Security Council, so we must reconsider our attitude."

"It's right," Eidman said immediately, "This time the battle between him and Vasily is obvious. I don't think he has any chance of winning. In this case, if we stand on his side, there seems to be some... and nothing else, even if we can defeat Vasily, then what, what should we do in the future? Have you ever considered this issue? I think without Vasily's prestige, no one of us will be Mikhail's opponents, and it will be a matter of time before he gets rid of them."

"Eidman, although we are not in the same camp as Mikhail now, to be honest, he is not the kind of person you call him. At this point, we must admit it." Primakov frowned and said with some dissatisfaction. "If we hadn't been fascinated by the power in front of us, we wouldn't have gone this far. Compared with him, Divasili is almost impossible to recognize me now. He is crazy. If I were asked to choose, I would rather agree with Yakil's suggestion and take this opportunity to let him go."

After Primakov finished speaking, he looked at Putner, who was smoking with his head down, then reached out and patted him on his shoulder and said, "Vitovt, what do you think?"

"Me? I have no objection. You can make a decision, I agree with the majority." Putner shrugged and said indifferently.

"Agree with most people's opinions?" Primakov frowned and said in dissatisfaction. "What are you, are you fence-branded? Now is not the time to be fence-branded and be a good person, we need to integrate everyone's opinions."

"If you say that, then I'm just a fence-skinned man," Putner said in disapproval, "Anyway, it's good for you to decide. I feel very tired and don't want to pay attention to these things anymore. Maybe, maybe after this matter is over, I will resign from the commander-in-chief and all positions in the mainland and return to my hometown, so you don't have to pay attention to my ideas and make your own decisions."

Putner's words surprised everyone present. They didn't know what happened, but one thing was certain, that was Putner's old friend wanted to part ways with them.

"Putner, if you have any different opinions, you can say them, or even have opinions about some of us, you can also be honest with us, why do you need this?" Jakil said with a frown.

"I take back what I just said. If it is for this, I apologize to you." Primakov hesitated for a moment and then said.

"No, no, no, my friends, this has nothing to do with you," Putner explained. "I really feel tired, so I want to put down all my burdens and have a good rest. I don't know if you have not felt that these few months, and the situation is very different from before we were sentenced a few years ago. At that time, we had no other burden, just do our job well in the mainland, and everything is safe. Don't worry about someone excluding you or someone calculating you behind the scenes. Everyone is friends, and everyone seems so kind and so friendly. But now? Everyone is still so kind on the surface, but they are still friends, and in this hypocritical

Behind me, I need to rely on something called authority to maintain it. To be honest, for Chu Sinan, I love and hate it. If it weren't for him, we might still be in that cold and depressed prison. Similarly, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to sit in this position now. I'm worried and anxious all day, fearing that one day I'll be framed again and thrown back into the dark prison. I've had enough of such days and don't want to live any more. Dear friends, I Putner's cowardly temperament is not as terrible as you. For me, it's better to retreat against the current than to speed up the current, so I thought for a long time before finally getting this decision."

Everyone looked at each other, and they could see that Putner had made up his mind. For one thing, Putner, who was taciturn and unfriendly to interact with others, was indeed a cowardly person, which was extremely inconsistent with his performance on the battlefield. But now, the decision he made still made everyone present feel a strange mood, as if they could see their future from Putner.

"Putner," said Jakil after a moment of silence, "we respect your decision, but before that, I still hope you can think carefully about it."

Putner didn't say anything, he turned his head and turned his eyes out the window.

"Well, what about others? What else do you think?" Jakil knew that nothing he said was useless, so he simply threw Putner's matter aside and asked, "Foldman, Kolk, what do you mean?"

"Let's see the situation," Kolk seemed a little restless. He waved his hand unconsciously and said casually, "We are sitting here to discuss now, and we may not be able to come up with a unified opinion, and we can only mess up our wishes."

"I agree with Kolk," Feldman said immediately, "Everyone sits here. He just wants to find the safest and most secure strategy. But judging from the current situation, although Vasily is strong, the little guy is not an idle person after all. He may not do anything to wait for death. Although the Security Committee is no longer under his direct control, it is definitely not easy for Vasily to eliminate the little guy's power in the short term for such a large institution. After two days, Vasily cannot delay this matter for too long. At most, it is only one or two days, and he should make the final decision."

Jakil nodded. It must be admitted that for now, Kolk and Feldman's advice is the safest.

"What do you think?" Jakil looked around everyone's faces and asked.

After a little thought, everyone nodded in agreement. Of course, there was another exception, that was Punath.

"Okay, let's make a decision like this." Yakil gave the final decision, "Everyone should keep a close eye on these two days, and you must not have any other situation."

"Everyone, there's nothing else?" Putner stood up from his seat, stretched the slightly wrinkled military uniform hem, and said in a plain tone. "If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll leave first."

Yakil frowned and glanced at Punath in confusion. He didn't know what important thing the other party was so anxious to leave. He wanted to ask, but after a little thought, he gave up.

"It seems that among us old friends, I am far from being the same person as the fence-bearer," Putner took two steps and took his military cap back from the hood rack, put it on his head, and then turned around and said with a smile, "Actually, we are all the same thing, don't you?"

After Putner finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door without waiting for someone to answer.

"Oh, right," he stopped when he walked to the door and said without looking back. "I think that little guy should have been put in Lubiyanka's prison now. Ah, that's a place we all know. To be honest, when I was inside, I thought all day long that one day would be able to leave, but now I miss it. So, I decided to go back there later today, and see, well, are there anyone who plans to go with me?"

Everyone in the room was stupid. No one knew what medicine Putner took wrong today, so why did he act so unusually.

"Forget it, I guess you won't go there, I'll go there myself." Putner shrugged habitually without getting answers from everyone behind him.

Seeing Putner's figure disappearing outside the door, Yakil sighed in his heart. He knew that the moment this old friend walked out of the room, he had parted ways with him and others. The seven brothers who were arrested for the same unjust case and then were detained in the same prison have finally split up. Why? Yakil knew it in his heart. In fact, when he initially decided to follow Buluhull, Putner was a little reluctant. He could be said to have been pulled by these old friends. Later, when he was not valued by Buluhull and was even repeatedly excluded, his disheartened thoughts naturally arose.

To be honest, Jakil knows Putner very well. After all, the two have worked together for quite a while. In Jakil's view, Putner is not really cowardly. In his heart, he is actually a person with a strong will and a very positive idea, but he is dull and not good at expressing his ideas, so he doesn't like to argue with others. Now it seems that this friend has made up his mind.

In the 12th prison room of Rubyanka Prison, Chu Sinan, led by Konev, passed through iron fences and light and dark posts, and finally came to the place where he was imprisoned. Since the moment he entered the prison gate, Chu Sinan's face has always had a strange smile, especially when he entered the spacious but deserted prison room, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

The laughter confused Konev, but with Chu Sinan's words, he understood.

"Stepannovic," said Chu Sinan, who stopped in front of the crypto door gently stroked the rusty iron gate and said with a smile, "Do you know, I have come to this place for the third time. People say that things are impermanent, and it seems that it is not good at all."

Konev sighed in his heart. It seems that Tukhachevsky, Buluhell and others were also locked up here, and Chu Sinan had spent several months with them here.

He turned around and glared at the four guards fiercely. Konev asked loudly, "What are you doing for food? Why don't you change the place quickly!"

"No, no, no, no, no, there is no need to change it. Just here, here is good, here is good." Chu Sinan stopped Konev and said loudly, "As the saying goes, revisiting the old place. A great pleasure in life."

Konev sighed and said loudly, "I won't open the door yet!"

A guard hurriedly took out the key and opened the prison door.

"No. 15," Chu Sinan pointed to the direction near the end of the prison corridor and said with a smile, "It's better to be there. After all, I have lived there before, so it's easier to get used to it."

"Oh, is my request too much? Do you have no objection?" I suddenly remembered that I was a prisoner now. I was also a prison rather than a hotel, so Chu Sinan turned around and asked the guards who were following him.

"Ah, it's not too much. General, we will arrange for you which one you want to live in." The guard was stunned at first. Then he said in panic. The guard was already an old man in the prison, but Chu Sinan didn't remember him. In the eyes of this guard, the young man in front of him was definitely a "god man". In the past, Lubiyanka Prison could be regarded as a death row, and the possibility of people entering here being able to go out alive was almost zero. However, this young man had been in and out twice in less than a year, and then he became the leader of the entire security committee. Now, he has come in again, and God knows when he will go out again.

"Bang!" After a crisp sound, the door of the dungeon where Chu Sinan lives closed, trapping him firmly inside.

"Do you have anything else?" asked Konev, standing outside the door, "If there is any place, I will arrange someone to do it for you immediately."

"Well, no more," Chu Sinan looked around. It was still the same here, and nothing changed. "There is food and accommodation here, so I can say that I have clothes and food to open my mouth. What else can I ask for? Well... But it would be better if I could have a few newspapers. It's too deserted now."

Konev turned his head and looked at the guard next to him coldly.

"Oh, I'll get it right away, and I'll send it to the general regularly every day from now on." The guard shivered, then didn't care about anything else, turned his head and ran out.

"If you have no other requests, then I'll leave first," Konev said after he left, "I'll be able to serve the Kremlin."

"Then where are you going to arrange Georgi?" Chu Sinan asked when he thought of Zhukov who was waiting outside.

"He? It's not my turn to arrange it," Konev snorted, "The order Vasily gave me was to bring you back, and did not say that I would bring that guy back. Well, I think he has a lot of places to go in Moscow."

"Oh, that's good, that's good," Chu Sinan also knew that he was over-concerned. He smiled and said, "You go and do it, but if you have time, don't forget to come to me for a few drinks."

"You are still in the mood to drink now," Konev shook his head helplessly, then turned around and walked out.

"Stay here for two days," Konev stopped when he was about to reach the door, "I will speak for you at Vasily."

With a crisp "bang", the iron door outside the prison closed, and the spacious cell suddenly fell into silence.

"Hu," he let out a long sigh. Chu Sinan walked to the bedside of the prison and sat down, then lifted up the mattress at the corner of the bed. Suddenly, a row of tiny Chinese characters appeared in front of him.

"The nameless young man Chu Sinan is here for a trip!" The word "Ground" carved on the bed was left by Chu Sinan a few months ago. Now I see you again, I feel mixed emotions.

After staring at the lines of words for a long time, Chu Sinan suddenly became childish. He took out a bunch of keys in his pocket, picked out a pair of sharp blade teeth from it, and then added another bunch of Chinese characters under the lines of words. ￣￣ "Lieutenant General of the Soviet Red Army Infantry Chu Sinan revisited the old place."

Chu Sinan would never have imagined that the two lines of words he engraved on a whim caused endless trouble for Vladimir Vladimirovic Putin, who served as the KGB president decades later. This bed board was lost during the renovation of the Rubyanka prison in 1996, and was then purchased from the black market by an American historian for a high price of four million US dollars. Since then, it has become a weapon for the Western camp to discredit the Warsaw Pact. In order to recover this originally worthless pine board, the KGB spent a lot of manpower and financial resources to finally get it back to Moscow.

"Click!" "Bang!"

Just as Chu Sinan finished the carving masterpiece and was lying on the bed to appreciate it, a sound came from the prison door. It was obvious that someone had come in. Sure enough, what sounded was the sound of leather boots stomping on the floor.

Chu Sinan did not get up. He tilted his body and lay down on the bed. When the footsteps came outside his door, he said, "Is it a newspaper? Let's put it on the ground first, I'll read it later."

"Sigh and Sigh and Sigh and Sigh" After a sound of paper rubbing, no footsteps sounded. Obviously, the person who delivered the newspaper did not leave.

"What, is there anything else?" Chu Sinan asked casually while lying on the bed.

"This cell is so deserted, don't you want to have a drink?" A familiar voice came from Chu Sinan, which was filled with joy and joy.

"Ah!" Chu Sinan's eyes widened incredible first, then he jumped up from the bed and looked towards the door in panic.

"Why are you?!" A familiar figure was standing quietly outside the iron fence, looking at him with a smile.

"Why can't it be me?" The visitor shook the two bottles of high-quality vodka in his hand and said.
Chapter completed!