Schiller frowned. He looked at Andro who was lying on the ground, and then at the room full of agents. He coughed twice and said, "I don't know what the purpose of this scene is."
, but you are completely unnecessary, even if you take me back to Moscow, you will not get what you want."
"You have lost your memory, right?" The man stepped forward, put a pistol next to Schiller, and then said: "You don't remember anything now, especially the details of your work in the KGB, nor the details of your work in the KGB."
Knowing that he was the director of the 11th Directorate of the KGB."
Schiller frowned, turned to look at him, and the man saluted him, and then said: "Deputy Director of the Eleventh Bureau of the KGB, Petrov, I send you my regards."
Just as Schiller was about to say something, Petrov took out a badge from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, handed it to Schiller, and said, "I think you are familiar with this badge."
Schiller looked at the badge on his finger. His eyes suddenly widened and he took the badge from Petrov's hand because he was indeed familiar with the badge. It was from Philby before.
Among the folders in the list, find the red flag badge.
Schiller was very familiar with this badge because he had used it many times before to achieve his own goals, and finally passed it on to KGB agent Kayla and her contacts who were lurking in the CIA station in the metropolis.
Sent back to Moscow.
Schiller's idea was simple. He used the badge as a temporary measure, but the badge did not belong to him. Even if Philby had passed away, the badge should return to where it should go.
But the next second, Petrov said: "You once told me that once the red flag badge you obtained returns to Moscow, we will come to you and bring it to you again. This will tell you everything.
s answer."
Schiller's pupils shrank suddenly. He turned to look at Petrov and asked: "The red flag badge I obtained???!!"
"You should not remember everything, but it doesn't matter. You told us before you left. You may lose your memory and not remember any details at all. However, only you can understand the information carried on this badge.
Information, when the time comes, you will know everything.”
Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at the badge again. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and froze there in shock. Then he said to Petrov: "Since you said you are my belongings,
OK, now, I need a phone, go get it for me right away."
Petrov said nothing and just winked at the agent at the door. Within two minutes, a phone was delivered to Schiller. Schiller picked up the phone, dialed a series of familiar numbers, and said:
"Hello? Alfred? I know that you were once responsible for delivering Philby's list, and I was the liaison sent by Moscow to take over Philby's list. Now, I have a question for you,
Whose red flag badge was sent with Philby's list?"
When Alfred on the other end of the phone heard what Schiller said, he immediately understood that Schiller might be in a special state now, so he wanted to ask for confirmation of something. He immediately said: "Professor Schiller,
Isn’t that paper of yours published yet?”
"Yes, Alfred, but it's just a little bit close. Maybe next week, you will be able to see my work in the journal. Then, please feel free to enlighten me."
Finding that the call had not been hung up, Alfred thought about Schiller's question, then frowned and said: "Red flag badge? Where is the red flag badge? What I am responsible for transporting is only Philby's list..."
"Didn't Philby put his Order of the Red Banner on the list?" Schiller asked rhetorically.
Alfred took a deep breath, then tried hard to recall the situation at that time, and said with some surprise: "It was precisely because Comrade Philby provided such a list to Moscow after returning home that he was able to receive the Order of the Red Flag.
, how could he have the Order of the Red Banner before he returned to the Soviet Union?"
"Furthermore, even if he had someone else's Order of the Red Flag, there was no way he would have had the chance to put it on the list. The situation at that time was very urgent. If he wanted to put other things in it, he would have to hide it from more people."
"Moreover, for such an important list, it is impossible for him to put anything in it that can show its importance. This is the basic quality of an espionage officer. Therefore, the list is just a list, just a few pieces of paper, without any badges.
"
Schiller hung up the phone and sighed softly. It was indeed his fault. At that time, the badge was found in the folder on Phoebe's list, so he preconceived the idea that this must be Phil.
That badge.
However, there is indeed a problem with the timeline, and the cause and effect relationship is incorrect. It was precisely because Philby successfully escaped and returned to the Soviet Union, and then told the list in his mind that he was able to receive the Order of the Red Banner. So before he returned,
During the Soviet Union, it was impossible to obtain medals awarded by the Soviet Union.
At the same time, Schiller had never participated in real espionage work, so he did not realize that when transferring such an important list, Philby would never put anything related to the Soviet Union into it.
At that time, Philby didn't know whether he could escape, so he wrote the list. Although he finally escaped and successfully used his brain to take the list out, Philby's handwritten list lost that much value.
But at that time, when he didn't know whether he could escape, the importance of this list was self-evident. As a legendary agent who could control all British intelligence organizations, it was impossible for Philby to commit such a crime.
A low-level error.
In other words, this medal does not belong to Philby. So, does this medal belong to the original Schiller?
Schiller stroked the surface of the badge. It was indeed an early Order of the Red Flag. In other words, the original Schiller had to achieve at least the same merit as Philby to get this medal. So, what exactly did he do?
What?
At this time, Petrov saluted again and said: "Director, I think you need to have a good talk with this medal. We will wait for you downstairs."
After saying that, all the agents quickly withdrew, leaving Schiller alone in a daze. After a while, Schiller realized what it means to have a good talk with this badge?
Suddenly, Schiller raised his head and his eyes widened, because he remembered that the Order of the Red Banner in his hand was very much like the iron key used by the superego to open the door full of chains.
Schiller took an elevator down, found his superego, and said, "Give me some of the power of the system you got, and I'm going to verify one thing."
The superego seemed to know what Schiller was going to do, so it immediately gave Schiller part of the system's power.
After Schiller returned to reality, his fingertips shone with some light. When he touched the Red Flag Medal with his fingertips again, he found that the badge lit up with a faint light. The next second, Schiller entered
In a dream.
Light dust brushed against the old camera lens, and photos were developed one after another and fell on the table. In all the scenes, there was a man's figure busy.
In the office with red flags hanging on the wall, in the production workshop filled with slogans, and in the magnificent auditorium, there is a man with a serious look on his face.
He wears different clothes, sometimes a shirt for political work, sometimes a long trench coat often worn by agents, sometimes a heroic military uniform, but these figures all have the same face, that is Schiller.
However, due to different facial expressions and muscle movements, he does not look completely similar to the current Schiller. More importantly, these scenes have been covered with a layer of gray by the times, making everything look blurry.
At this time, a voice sounded in Schiller's ears:
"You must be curious about who I am, what I have done, and why you are here, but don't worry, I will tell you everything, comrade."
"I am Schiller, or rather, I am called Schiller, but I was not originally Schiller. Before I was reborn, I was not Schiller.
"I am a Soviet, Russian, and an ordinary Bolshevik soldier."
"Yes, I am a reborn person. After I died and was resurrected again, I suddenly realized that I was back to my childhood."
"Time has turned back, and nothing has happened yet. This is an extremely precious opportunity for everyone, and it is the same for me."
Schiller heard that this voice was always filled with a seriousness and coldness unique to soldiers, which was completely different from his own voice.
"So, I decided to do something to change the foreseeable future. I think you have received my gift. That is the gift I leave to you for this world..."
"You must be curious now how all of this happened, and that starts from the winter of 1991."
With the echo of a deep voice, the old projector started playing again.
Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell gently from the sky. When they landed on the tops of the white birch trees, they did not startle the sparrows. Looking through the somewhat yellowed window lattice, a red flag hung on the white wall.
Under the red flag, there was a radio with an antenna set up. At this time, along with the sound of "ZilaZila" in the background, a voice came from the radio:
“The Supreme Council of the Soviet Union of the USSR confirms that with the establishment of the Commonwealth of Independent States, the Soviet Union will cease to exist as a state and a subject of international law…”
There was a "click" and a hand pressed on the button of the radio.
Looking up along the cuffs, the neat chest of the military uniform was covered with many sparkling badges. When his finger pressed the button of the radio again, the channel changed, and a pleasant music came from the radio.
It's "Farewell to the Slavs".
The calloused fingers stroked the barrel of the gun, and the crisp sound of the Makarov pistol being loaded disappeared in the drumbeat of the music.
When the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin, the sparrow was still sitting quietly on the treetops.
"boom!"
A gunshot echoed in the quiet room. Outside the window, small birds flew up, and the snow on the treetops fell down.
In the winter of 1991, the red flag over the Kremlin said goodbye to the world with a kiss of snow.
When the sparrow fell on the white ground, a child full of ideals and an unswerving warrior fell in the heavy snow in Minsk.
The land soaked in blood was as red as the red flag flying over Petrograd in 1917.