Chapter 51

In the meeting room of the Interior Bureau of Gorky automobile factory, Nikita mikhailovic Markov, the director of the Branch Bureau, is sitting on the main seat of the meeting room and talking. Cigarette ash is scattered everywhere with his excited gesture, even on the clothes of the officials sitting beside him, but they dare not show any dissatisfaction. All of us are sitting in a serious mood, listening to the director's high theory seriously. From time to time, a few uncivilized words pop out of director Markov's speech, and all of you here are going in and out of the left ear. The leader just wants you to listen to him carefully. How can he know if you listen to him or not. In fact, at this moment, everyone should be looking forward to the end of the meeting.

Sitting at the end of the conference room, Chernenko kept writing in his notebook with a pen. If anyone walks into this conference room at the moment, they will find that it is almost full of old people. Yes, there is only a young man in Chernenko. From time to time, Markov's eyes fluttered to Chernenko. If he came to Chernenko at the moment and bent down to have a careful look at what he was doing. He's going to go crazy with anger. Maybe his cerebrovascular will explode on the spot. Chernenko is painting a picture of the dancing and gushing Markov. People growing up in Leningrad are always full of artistic cells, and Chernenko is no exception. Although the pen is used, the painting is still vivid and perfectly presents Markov's angry expression. At the bottom of the portrait is written the uncivilized words that Markov just used.

Markov looked at the absent-minded Chernenko and became more and more angry. His voice was hoarse. The little bastard went his own way just like he didn't hear him. So Markov raised his voice again and said in a loud voice: "some of our cadres and comrades have wasted their energy on some trivial cases recently, So many major cases have not been solved. Do you know which one is important? Now the detention rooms are full? "

"And the most exasperating thing is that he actually wanted to catch the rascal who rewarded his relatives. Is the Internal Affairs Bureau run by your family? Do whatever you want? Lao Tzu has the final say that he is a small leader, and he has a little power in his hands to do whatever he wants. Lao Tzu is not dead.

Chernenko is still indifferent, but his portrait of Markov is more than a few strokes. Under a big head is a small body leaning on crutches, and his body is no longer a police uniform, white and black. How do you think it looks like the clothes of prisoners. Chernenko seems 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 in vain. He could no longer control his emotions. He picked up the meeting document in front of him, threw it at Chernenko, and yelled: "Chernenko, are you listening to me or not?"

Chernenko looked up at Markov and said, "yes, I'm listening. Please continue." With that, he continued to do what he was just interested in.

"Can you put down your damn pen and repeat what I just said?" Chernenko didn't plan to let Chernenko go so easily. He asked Chernenko.

"TMD, GRD, bought a watch last year or something!" Chernenko said innocently that some of his colleagues tried not to laugh, 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 moment. It was too hard.

Markov kicked on the conference table, pointed to Chernenko with trembling fingers and growled, "you TMD, get out of here now, get out of here!" This roar almost exhausted Markov's strength.

At this very moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Markov's secretary came in nervously. As soon as Markov saw that his secretary was coming in, he was even more unhappy and was about to attack. This is the Secretary behind, suddenly a few more people.

"Markov, we are from KGB. We need to find out something from you. Everyone else will leave here." Said the man behind the secretary.

The people in the room, including Markov's secretary, left the room as quickly as hell. Chernenko was the last to leave. Malkov can no longer care about Chernenko. He has already realized that he is going to be in big trouble. He looked at the KGB people with a look of fear and flattery on his face and a cold sweat on his forehead.

"What do you want to know about me?" Markov tried to relax himself. He didn't dare to look at the KGB's faces.

"Did you write a letter to your son recently? This letter has been intercepted by us. There are some words above. We think you are challenging the authority of the leader. " Said the KGB, the leader.

"What language is it?" Markov felt a little confused.

"Your letter says that you are lazy and greedy. You know how to drive, hunt and watch movies all day. I don't know what God wants you to live in this world for? We feel that you are alluding to our respected General Secretary Brezhnev. " The KGB replied.

"No, I don't mean that. I'm just teaching my son in my heart. I'm not insinuating the leader." Markov felt that he was absolutely unjust. Because of these angry words that taught his son a lesson, the KGB was attracted.

No one in the meeting room listened to his explanation. A KGB agent took out his handcuffs. Markov stepped back and subconsciously tried to avoid him, but he was subdued by the young agent. He handcuffed Markov, and several KGBS drove him outside. Markov's face was pale. He had no strength to walk.

A middle-aged KGB agent saw that Markov was so old that he thought she was a little pitiful. He comforted him and said, "you should feel lucky. If you were in Stalin's time, you would be shot 100%! Now, it's just a few years in Gulag at most. "

Markov was taken out of the Interior Bureau of Gorky automobile factory. The police of the Interior Bureau saw this scene, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. Chernenko stood by the window of his office, watching the play leisurely, with a satisfied smile on his face.