In front of the mirror, I pushed the gold-framed glasses on the bridge of my nose, tidied my hair with my hands, then tidied my tie, and pulled the sleeves of my shirt.

Improperly sorted out the instruments, Balanikov, deputy director of the General Affairs Bureau of the General Office of the Russian President, who is in charge of homeland security, began his day's work.

Walking through the long corridor and stopping at the end of the corridor for a moment, he looked at his watch, and when time came to his fixed work report time, Balanikov knocked on a door.

"Please come in."

Balanikov pushed open the door, and then he smiled and said, "Good morning, Mr. President."

"Hello, Balanikov, please wait a moment, I'll be fine right away."

After quickly writing his name on a document, Puqin placed the document on one side of his desk, then looked up at his secretary and said in a deep voice: "It's time to start."

Balanikov opened the folder and said respectfully: "Mr. President, here is a transfer order from General Nikore that you need to sign."

Although it was a result of careful consideration and discussion, Puqin still took a look and signed his name on the document.

After taking back the documents and putting them in the folder, Balanikov said in a deep voice: "Is it okay to summon General Boltnikov to be scheduled at 3:30 pm?"

Puqin thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Balanikov proposed two more complicated but important things. After Puqin made instructions one by one, Balanikov could finish his current work. Unless there was an emergency or major event, he would not see Puqin today. However, at this time, Balanikov suddenly took out another document and said in confusion: "There is another thing that seems a bit strange."

Puqin frowned slightly and said, "Strange?"

Balanikov said with confusion: "Last night, the director's office of the Foreign Intelligence Bureau received a strange call, and a man said he was a black devil and asked to speak with Director Senovic."

Puqin was playing with a pen in his hand. After hearing Balanikov's words, he suddenly placed the pen on the table and said with a serious look on his face: "Speak."

Balanikov seemed very surprised. He paused slightly and continued: "This morning, Senovic reported this matter to General Vasilyevich. General Vasilyevich then called the president's office and asked you to deal with the matter yourself. General Vasilyevich did not disclose much about this matter, so I can only ask you to deal with the matter yourself."

Puqin was silent for a moment, then he nodded and said, "What's the matter."

Balanikov once again felt a little confused. Although he had concealed it well, he still took out a document. The document was a bit thick, enough to be more than a dozen pieces of paper.

After placing the file in front of Puqin, Balanikov began to make a brief summary of the contents of the file as usual.

"The phone says that Yarebin has passed away and the Black Devil hopes to bury him in the New Saint Cemetery. Sorry, Mr. President, I don't quite understand."

Puqin focused on the phone call minutes, but he only looked at the first page and did not turn down. After a moment of silence, he stood up, left his desk, and began to pace back and forth in the office.

Balanikov was even more confused, and he even seemed a little shocked.

Balanikov's expression was not a disguise, because he was not good at disguising himself, and he didn't know what the words "Yarepin" and the Black Devil mean, so he was really shocked by Puqin's reaction.

Puqin suddenly stopped, looked at his secretary, and said with a serious expression: "Yarepin, the king of the black devil, he is dead."

Balanikov seemed very confused, and he was indeed confused because he really didn't know what the name meant, although he had just heard of the name last night.

He didn't ask anything he shouldn't ask, but after just reflecting his confusion, Balanikov did not ask any questions.

Puqin exhaled and said, "It's normal that you haven't heard of his name. This is a top secret. So did Director Baskov say anything?"

Balanikov immediately said: "No."

Puqin's mouth was pursed tightly, and he sat back at the desk and began to focus on the remaining documents. After reading them all, he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Pavlovich, this man is a black devil, there is no problem, that is, Yarepin is really dead."

Balanikov whispered: "The phone call requires Yarebin to be buried in the New Saint Cemetery, to cover the Soviet flag, and to be able to engrave the name on the tombstone. This requirement..."

Puqin said in a deep voice: "Is it too much?"

Balanikov whispered: "No, I just think it's strange, of course it's a bit too much. The whole thing is like a joke. Of course, I know it's not a joke, so I think it's a little strange."

Puqin sighed and said, "Yalepin, you don't know who he is, you don't know the existence of the black devil, so you think this request is a joke. Cover the Soviet flag and buried in the New Saint Cemetery. This request..."

Balanikov didn't say a word, he just needed to send the problem to Puqin. The rest had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't interfere, nor could he get involved.

After thinking for a while, Puqin finally said: "Call Vasilyevich and ask him to come here immediately. Also, call Baskov, no."

Puqin raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "I will call him personally."

Balanikov immediately said: "Yes, I will call General Vasilyevich right away."

Puqin put his hand on the phone and picked up the microphone, but when he pressed the button, he hesitated. After hesitating for a moment, he put down the microphone and looked at Balanikov.

"Baranikov, Yarebin, is a Soviet hero. He is the captain of a secret army of the KGB code-named Black Devil, and the rank of lieutenant general. He made his last effort to save the Soviet Union. He is the greatest agent of the KGB, the strongest warrior, and the most dangerous enemy of Russia. He has a legendary life and great merits."

Balanikov said with a look of surprise: "I never knew there was such a person."

Puqin nodded, and then he said in a deep voice: "Everything is a secret. I want to ask you, do you think such a person can be buried in the New Saint Cemetery with the Soviet flag? By the way, the New Saint Cemetery is a resting place for members of the Black Devil's troops."

Balanikov whispered: "The Soviet hero is the enemy of Russia. I think such a person is not suitable, and it may have a bad impact."

Puqin waved his hand suddenly and said with a serious look on his face: "No, I think it's not enough to bury him just like this, far from enough! We don't have to be afraid of a disappearing Soviet Union, let alone a dead old man, and this old man is a hero, a real superhero!"
Chapter completed!