The Grand Kremlin is unexpectedly brightly lit today, with a row of huge gilded chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the white marble hall on the second floor, and elaborate reliefs carved on the walls on both sides. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is the imposing St. George's Hall, which is full of people talking and laughing at this time, and they are gathered here because of the same thing. Treaty between the United States and the Soviet Union on the destruction of weapons of mass destruction.

The crowd standing on the white marble floor of the Kremlin at this time also had mixed expressions, these people were politicians from within the high walls of this exquisite building, there were also generals from the barracks mixed with gunpowder and the cold smell of steel, and the same reporters who came from the West with sharp eyes to find their prey, which could be reported in the newspapers or the news.

Of course, at the banquet, there were also hunters like these Western journalists. They were hidden, gloomy conspirators, KGB spies and counterintelligence agents. These people are different from the Kremlin security guards who are armed with short Kalashnikovs, who are only vigilant with a suspicious eye from the walls around the halls of the Great Kremlin.

And they are as unobtrusive as the waiters who walk back and forth with glossy silver platters and high-end crystal glass with special Champagne of the Romanov royal family and Kremlin-brand vodka in their arms. These KGB spies roamed the room, pricking up their ears to listen for a half-talk, perhaps a conversation that was too low or a phrase that didn't fit the mood of the night.

The quartet string orchestra plays rousing classical music in the corner, and perhaps no one will listen to it seriously, but it is a characteristic program of foreign receptions, without which a diplomatic occasion would be somewhat incomplete. The intricate marble floor pattern of St. George's Hall was home to more than a hundred people with leather shoes and high heels, each of whom spent half the time talking, and people had to raise their voices to drown out the music in order to hear each other, and the spies used the cacophony and concealed identities to carry out their activities and become ghosts at the banquet.

These Western diplomats and Kremlin politicians are waiting for the true owners of the palace to arrive, even though a month ago the countries to which they are loyal were in a Cold War standoff over the Arabian Sea affair, and the United States finally backed down and chose to reconcile the crisis.

Soon after, the Soviet Union also issued a limited treaty on weapons of mass destruction, and politicians from both the United States and the Soviet Union gathered almost in the Kremlin palace to talk about it. Spies who were also well versed in "Kremlinology" gathered here, and they were able to gather information about themselves through the demeanor and conversation of Soviet officials.

General Hammer's aide-de-camp, Charles, apparently falls into another category, and he is not the only C.I.A. agent in the Kremlin. Although he appeared here as a member of the Biological Weapons Negotiating Group, and was responsible for tracking down certain weapons of mass destruction that could have been lost in the Soviet Union. After all, two months earlier, the "National Technology Detection Tool", that is, the allusion of spy satellites and means of communication, had tracked a truck from a Soviet Union member state with suspicious behavior.

He stared at everyone with a burning eye, and they all looked so suspicious at this time, Comrade Yazov, Minister of Defense, Shevardnadze, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and even Shepilov, who was talking freely with the officials around him.

Suspicious, everyone looks so suspicious, like a conspirator involved in an ulterior plan.

Of course, Charles put the head of the chemical industry department at the top of the list of possible breakthroughs, and if the people in the chemical industry department say that they are only responsible for Russian oil production and have no involvement with chemical weapons of mass destruction, it is as ridiculous as the statement of a White House official that his hands are clean. At least in 1983, the Soman gas scandal was targeted by the CIA, and one of his identities was the technical director of the chemical industry in the chemical industry department.

As he spoke, he slowly took a sip of champagne, and then pretended to be casual and bypassed the bejeweled, elegant and noble Slavic beauties, whose perfumes made Charles involuntarily rub his nose, like a wolf with a keen sense of smell resisting the distractions around him. The leather shoes carefully stepped on the marble slab, silently.

Charles moved in front of Shepilov, although the other party tried his best to show his spirits, but some of the sluggish eyelids could still see his tiredness, Charles said in a fluent spoken language, "Hello, Minister Shepirov." I'm the negotiating team for the U.S. Weapons of Mass Destruction Treaty, you can call me Charles. ”

As soon as he heard the identity of the American, Shepilov instantly became alert, of course he knew that there were several pairs of eyes nearby who were secretly watching their conversation, and he might even record everything in his notebook in front of the eyes of the top of the KGB, those terrible devils who could decide his life and death.

"If you have anything to say, let's talk about it at the negotiating table, Mr. Charles. Negotiations haven't started yet, and we don't have anything to talk about. Shepilov unceremoniously gave him an eviction order. He was a man from Pugo in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the real KGB administrator was the deputy minister of the Ministry of Chemical Industry, who was responsible for the production of dangerous chemicals. They are like separate managers who do not invade each other. The personnel rights of the Organization Department of the Central Committee are in the hands of Yanayev, which can be said to be a model of checks and balances of power.

Shepilov did not want to get involved in such a mess, although the post of deputy minister had direct access to those at the top and there was much room for promotion. But they are always people who know secrets that they shouldn't know, and if one day things come to light, these people may be pushed out as substitutes.

Shepilov still wants to climb the ladder, and he does not want to die of old age in the position of the chemical industry or be overthrown by his political opponents in the position of minister.

"I'm talking too much, Comrade Shepilov." Charles nodded, pretending to talk to Shepilov about the buildings, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I think it's much better for a country to spend its taxes on such artistic carvings than to build chemical weapons that take the lives of countless people at every turn, isn't it? It's a pity that as long as the politicians (to be continued. )