Eva

– When the patrol meets you on the street, show this order, – with these words, he took out the

appropriate form from the safe and began to fill in the data from my passport, sealed and

handed me this form with his passport, adding, – to | didn't see you again!

| shoved my passport, along with the deferment form for the military ID, into the inside pocket

of my jacket and left the military enlistment office. Taking a deep breath of freedom, | again

found myself in the Velyka Kyshenya store on the way home. With purchases and with a light

heart, entered the entrance of his house. The next morning | went to the address indicated by

the lieutenant colonel to coordinate my work with the FSB agent in Kyiv. On the way to the

metro, | went to the Velyka Kyshenya supermarket and ordered two packs of warmed-up Italian

pizza with mushrooms in the culinary area, paid, put the pizza in my travel bag and entered the

metro at the Obolon station. Having left on "Teatralnaya", | went along Vladimirskaya street to

house number 32. It was a five-story pre-war building dating back to tsarist times. | entered the

gloomy corridor, and going up to the concierge, who was sitting in a closet under the stairs

behind a glass window, inquired about the owner of the apartment:

– Hello! Tell me, please, does Boris Eduardovich Sosnin, the chief architect of Kyiv Gor Stroy, live

in one hundred and thirty-two?

The elderly concierge looked at me through tortoise-shell glasses, the thought flashed through

my mind: “Antiques, definitely inherited,” she finally said:

– Young man, what is your question to Boris Eduardovich?

– In our company "Italian Pizza", he often orders it, and | was sent from our company to

acquaint him, as our client, with bonus offers, since he is a long-term and regular client.

– Okay, but how to introduce you?

– Tell me that | am a sales manager, our delivery agent visited him earlier, well, and after the

decision of the management, the company's managers sent me to Boris Eduardovich.

– That's what | hear that amazing smell comes from your bag.

– Well, what is your name?

– Aunt Valya, you can just Valya. – Smiling with a youthful smile that a woman had some sixty

years ago, she took a gift copy of pizza from me and added, – Thank you, will you bring pizza

now?

– Unfortunately, no, this work will be done by an agent, | hope you have seen him more than

once, well, unless he quits, do you see what is happening around?

– Yes, yes, young man, yes, yes, – she said sadly, – wait, I'll find out now, is he at home or not? -

With these words, the concierge picked up the phone. Soon her voice was heard, then she

turned to me, – Go to the third floor, he is waiting for you there.

– Thank you, aunt Valya, I'm on the elevator!

– Wait, wait, now there are rolling blackouts, you can get stuck in there, it's better to walk.

– Thank you, and good evening to you!

– And to you, young man … A wide staircase led to the fifth floor, an elevator crate passed

nearby, but | no longer heard the voice of the concierge, as | was walking along the wide steps

of the pre-revolutionary luxury of building architecture of the past. Two entrance doors of

apartments No. 132 and No. 133 went opposite to each other on the landing of the third floor.

The landing was narrow, bounded on one side by an elevator shaft, and on the other side by a

wall with a large, bright window high up. Exactly in the middle of this wall, under the window,

there is a fire hydrant with a coil of fire hose, which was visible through the glass of the door,

sealed with a seal. On the door of the fire hydrant, a strip of white paper is glued to the

wooden frame of the niche of the fire hydrant with the date and number of the inspection of

the object, with the seal and painting of the controlling person. | approached this object and,

leaning my travel bag against the wall closer to the fire niche, opened the zipper of the bag and,

pretending to take out a pizza, turned on the scanning device for detecting listening

installations of tracking, a gift from the lieutenant colonel. Then he took the pizza out of the

bag, zipped it up and hung the bag over his shoulder, as if by chance he moved close to the fire

hydrant and heard the squeak of the appliance. Turning around at the door of the fire facility,

installing the bag strap on my shoulder, | saw where the miniature camera was located,

carefully so as not to accidentally catch it, | finally fitted the bag strap on my shoulder, and with

a pizza in my hands, picturesquely approached the door of apartment No. 132 and pressed call.

Soon shuffling steps were heard outside the door, such sounds are heard from room slippers on

the floor of a fat person. The door opened and a grey-haired, obese man with glasses appeared

in a gray bathrobe over a light-colored pajama suit with a book in his hands. Without thinking

twice, | said the password:

– Did you order Italian pizza? – smiling affably at the same time.

– | like mushrooms, and what do you have? – the feedback was correct, | should have answered

like this:

– Only with sausage from the lips of a desert and wild camel! – such a review was invented just

in case, and told the resident that the intelligence officer had died, and that now there would

be another one instead of him, that is, me.

– Come in!

The apartment with high ceilings and antique furniture looked more like an exhibition pavilion

of historical artefacts and paintings. The portrait of a woman in a luxurious white dress stood

out in particular. The painting hung over a massive fireplace that occupied a third of the blank

outer wall that closed off the street. And the windows of the apartment overlooked the

courtyard with a small garden of planted trees and two or three benches for relaxing. By the

fireplace Boris Eduardovich stopped and gestured to two armchairs and a table between them

with crooked marble legs and a mahogany top.

– Sit down young man, and put pizza on the table. – Kindly offered Boris Eduardovich. | put the

package of pizza on the table and took out the cognac.

– A gift from your company? – playing a comedy before wiretapping, said the architect. It

became clear to me that the former architect was being shadowed, – And how much do | charge

for pizza and cognac?

I silently laid out a check from the store. He looked at me carefully, then took a ballpoint pen

and wrote something on the check, pushed the check towards me, | looked at his note: – There

is a wiretapping all around, don’t say anything, I'll go see you off and we'll talk there, after

reading, | nodded back and said:

– | temporarily replace a friend for delivery, and | bought cognac for myself, they gave me pizza

as a gift, there is a sale in the supermarket now and | bought this cognac at a discount, and two

| wanted to sell pizzas, | gave one for nothing to the concierge, and | decided to sell you for an

old check for two dears, but if you don’t want it, then whatever you want.

– No, no, just leave me pizza, I'll buy it from you, | don't need change, take the cognac back, -

with these words, he gave me money and a letter, – wait until.

– Fine!

He changed his clothes and soon we went out into the square.

– You never introduced yourself?

– Valentin Baran Yuryevich, captain of the Soviet army, was summoned by a summons and sent

to the garrison of Belaya Tserkov, where he was captured and was recruited and sent to you to

receive a task.

– Where did my contact go? Boris Eduardovich asked anxiously.

– Shot by a sniper when advancing towards the airfield to the town of the captured aviation

unit. | managed to grab a white shirt from my travel bag and all twelve people remained in

captivity.

– And | found myself under a cap, and now | don’t know what will happen next?

– But since you are under surveillance, then there is no evidence for your arrest, so lie down on

the bottom, and there it will be, it will be. – | answered.

– So it is so, but what about you, are you now also under this same cap? Boris Eduardovich

asked restlessly.

Don't worry about me, I'm not going to take any action. One thing is clear to me that our

mission failed, and we can not shine.

– There is valuable information in the letter, how to transfer it to Moscow?

– No way, this madness will end soon, | hope, – | answered, – and | have to leave, all the best. -

With these words, | got up and went to the Teatralnaya metro station. Moving along

Vladimirskaya street, | noticed two guys following me at a distance of about fifteen meters.

After walking a little, | took out my smartphone and ordered a taxi, the dispatcher asked for the

address, where to send the transport and where to go. | told the driver to drive up to the

Vladimirsky Cathedral and call me back, and told me to go to the area of the Petrovka metro

station. | walked unhurriedly to the Opera and Ballet Theater and turned into the alley that led

to the Cathedral. The taxi driver called, said that he had already arrived, giving the number of

the car. | quickened my pace and, not paying attention to the car, pretending to be following

by, approached the front door and quickly jumped into the front seat:

– | ordered a taxi, let's go quickly!

The driver managed to press on the gas, and we broke away from the pursuers, who rushed

after me as fast as they could. The taxi driver took me to the Petrovka metro station, | asked

him to stop here, because | knew that these guys would probably interrogate the driver, trying

to find out where he took me. Further, moved on foot moved towards Obolon. Having caught

up with Lake Obolonskoye and on the shore, overgrown with willow bushes, he first burned the

letter of Boris Eduardovich. Having got rid of important evidence, fraught with serious troubles

for me, | returned home with a light soul. And sitting in the kitchen, | began to analyze the

situation with the adventure of persecution. | suddenly realized that | urgently need to throw

away my smartphone and buy a new mobile phone, since 12 thousand dollars, out of the 22

remaining amount that the lieutenant colonel handed me, is enough for this. Quickly, | went

outside and saw a truck in a traffic jam with goods near the Selpo supermarket, which was

located opposite our house. |, pretending to go to the store, walked up to the truck and threw

the phone into the back, right on the cargo bags. Then | went on foot to the Petrovka metro

station. There in technical hypermarket "Rozetka" bought a new smartphone and a SIM card for

it. Having secured myself as securely as possible, | returned home in complete peace of mind.

But my portrait, copied from a micro-surveillance camera, was already distributed to all police

and checkpoints at the exit from Kyiv. |, as a criminal, began to be searched for by the relevant

search services. With my portrait, | stumbled upon the tram stop, and quickly returned home,

postponing the trip to Petrovka to the Rozetka hypermarket to buy a brand new laptop.

Something had to be done about the appearance. And | decided to grow a beard and mustache,

changing my appearance. To do this, he built a beard and mustache from cotton wool, fitted it

to his face and put on glasses. Appearance immediately turned me from a young man into an

elderly man. Exactly what was required in this extraordinary case. | sat unshaven in my

apartment for three days. During this time, enough garbage has accumulated, and in order to

extend the time of my confinement, | began a major cleaning. After packing everything |

thought was rubbish in trash bags, | nonchalantly walked out to the elevator. At the same time,

the neighbor Ira also approached the elevator, she had previously been friends with my wife,

when | was still not alone.

– Oh, hello Valentine, you that they decided to grow a beard?

– I'm single now, that now I’m forbidden to change my appearance, or something, | need to look

for a wife for myself, here you are, for example, how do you look at it?

– Oh, no, no, | heard from Lena how you lived there with her, but not this! – the question was

categorically closed by Ira, it's good that the elevator arrived on the first floor. | wished my

neighbor a good day, threw two heavy bags into the trash and returned home. It remains to

wait until my gray hair grows on my head and the beard takes shape to an unrecognizable face

that makes it possible to go out. And if they suddenly try to find me through the military

registration and enlistment office, they probably won't succeed, since through the efforts of the

former presidents before the war, all the military registration and enlistment offices were not

digitized by an electronic filing cabinet, and my photo is there thirty years ago, you can’t find

me using it, and even through the passport the department will not work, since my passport

photo is ten years old, so that, of course, comrades from the SBU will of course grab someone

for a report, since | have a rather average appearance, there are a dime a dozen on the streets

of Kiev. Sitting in the kitchen, thinking about this, | washed down my “thoughts of my horses,”

as Gazmanov sings, with a fair amount of Noy cognac. And having finally calmed down,

arranging his thorns in such a way as to seem not himself, he went on foot to Petrovka to an

electronics store for a laptop. My path passed by a gas station, and | suddenly noticed my

identikit on a pole. | carefully tried to tear off the photo, | succeeded, though part of the sheet

remained there, but the photo was completely saved. | carefully folded the paper, put it in the

breast pocket of my jacket, and moved on. In the store, the seller brought me a laptop from the

warehouse, set up the program, and | paid $ 600, with a light soul, | went home the same way,

carefully, looking around to see if | was being followed. At home, he began to set up mail and

Google in order to go through the news and reports from the front. On the Youtube website, |

found a news report that Russian paratroopers blew up the world's largest cargo plane "Mriya",

but the details, such as, just before that, an almost homemade atomic bomb, which was

planned to be dropped on the Kremlin, was removed from its board . Not a word was said

about this, only that before the explosion of the Mriya, they removed all valuable equipment

from the aircraft. The lieutenant colonel told me about the atomic bomb in a confidential

conversation with me, we just observed the clouds of smoke from this explosion when we

arrived in Belaya Tserkov. Then the reconnaissance detachment of paratroopers was evacuated

by three helicopters, and the equipment removed from the board was taken out by a cargo

helicopter MI-11. After the news, he began to look for the distinguishing features of his

appearance with identikit. There was no way to find me in this image, no matter how | turned

the sheet in front of my eyes, everything was in vain, there was no resemblance even close.

And | realized that | was no longer in danger. And then it dawned on me that | did not take into

account only one thing, that in a conversation with the lieutenant colonel he said his home

address, and he wrote it down in his notebook. So you have to wait for the guests for a reason,

he gave me a password and a review in case of failure. How prudently | did not tell Boris

Eduardovich Sosnin my address, and he did not ask me for it. So the SBU will hold conversations

with prejudice and it turns out that at the Italian Pizza company they don’t have such an

employee as in the identikit portrait, and the concierge also doesn’t know who came to Boris

Eduardovich, so I'll be waiting for guests, it seems that I'm not they will find our organs, that's

one hundred percent, but if the liaison turns up to Sosnin, then the traces will lead him to me.

On the other hand, in order to find out the reasons for the failure of the residency, they will

definitely send a more experienced intelligence officer, | think that he will be able to get away

from surveillance, and over time | expected more and more guests. There was nothing left for

me to do but change my appearance and, if possible, stay at home until | turn into the

appearance of Robinson Crusoe, with such a disguise | certainly will not be recognized. But still,

you need to go out to buy groceries, but at least to the garbage cans, throw out the garbage. In

the meantime, more and more reports came from the theater of operations. Ukrainian

mercenaries began to intensively fire on the unfortunate residents of Donetsk, and Russia, after

the voluntary surrender of Kherson, got stuck near Soledar and Bakhmut. In Ukraine, the

government that came to power as a result of a bloody coup in 2014, the collective West, led

by the United States, began to supply a mass flow of obsolete military equipment under the

slogan “Against Russia to the last Ukrainian.” Russia's Special Military Operation has stalled

because most of the wealthy oligarchs who have accumulated their capital are oriented

towards the West, where the total capital of their private companies by the end of 2022

amounted to $ 5.5 billion, which the US successfully confiscated, under the auspices of bailouts.

collapsing Ukraine. Thus, the Russian capital accumulated in the West turned into a weapon

against Russia itself. Thanks must be said to the United States, who seized power in Ukraine, for

such gifts from the narrow-minded oligarchs who are still sitting in the State Duma, never

realizing that their time has long ended, ever since the erroneous prestige in front of each

other, boasting in increasing the dollar supply in Western banks, changing expensive Swiss

watches on their hands and suits at exorbitant prices, siphoned resources from the country, led

them to a wretched state of affairs and almost ruined the defense industry. This is what

Valentin Baran Yuryevich began to understand in the state of the international situation, a

noose tightening around the neck not only of Ukraine, but also of Russia, Western patrons of

the criminal government of Nenka, in which |, Baran Yuryevich, was inspired to be born and

grow up, to graduate from school and the Soviet aviation university. After scrolling through

informational sites on my laptop, | decided to sort out my finances. Twenty thousand hryvnia,

the security company's severance pay has already amounted to 9,000, plus six thousand US

rubles, at the exchange rate, this is equal to 24 thousand hryvnia, a total of 33,000 hryvnia. If

you spend on food, you can somehow live a year, and then what? | looked hard at the mirror,

unshaven with gray hair, an unwashed bum was looking at me from the mirror: “No, | won't

walk like such a garbage effigy,” | thought, and | went into the bathroom. After putting himself

in order and attaching glasses to his nose, the picture completely changed. An intelligent

appearance with a beard neatly trimmed in an oriental style was completely different from the

real me, which made me incredibly happy. | let go of my long gray hair and in the mirror | was

looked at by a man wise by life experience, not yet an old man, full of strength and health.

Satisfied with myself, | glanced at my watch, the arrows showed ten minutes to 10. Morning

time, breakfast time. | fried himself scrambled eggs with sausage and onions, made coffee, and

began to eat. A sudden knock on the door made me stop eating. A man in camouflage uniform

and matching headdress stood in the peephole of the door. | saw that they were looking

through the peephole, took out the certificates of the captain of the armed forces of Ukraine,

Rudenko Petr Afanasyevich. | opened the door and asked unfriendly:

– What do you need?

– I'm on the ad, is this apartment two hundred and seventy-three?

– Yes, Malinovsky twenty-five, apartment two hundred and seventy-three, but still, what do you

need?

– | am a friend of Sibagatullin Galley Shavkatovich, you studied with him in the same group at

the institute,

he recommended that he turn to you if you need to spend the night, you have a three-room

apartment, he said that there was enough space for one night. – His narrowly set eyes with a

slanting look lit up in a friendly smile, – My name is Ferdinand Fleur, and these certificates are

so fiction.

– Yes, come in already, there was no surveillance for you? | asked apprehensively.

– What kind of surveillance, when | crossed the border from the train directly from Kherson,

Lieutenant Colonel Chernov Ivan Ivanovich sent to find out why there were no reports on the

state of affairs at the headquarters of the CIA and MI-6, from Vladimirskaya, where they sit on

the upper floors of their service. Interested in their plans and actions in terms of preparing

operations for execution? – Taking off his jacket, said Ferdinand. | ignored his words as | offered

him breakfast. The guest sat down at the table, | began to eat the traditional scrambled eggs

with sausage. When fried, put in a plate with a fork on the table and poured cognac into

glasses. Then he said:

– For acquaintance, and let's get to know each other better, tell me your title, position, and, in

general, what do you think is necessary?

– Major of the intelligence unit of the FSB foreign intelligence under the control of the general

in charge of the department.

– Wow, the direction means when the major himself was sent, experience is valued in your

office, isn't it? – | poured more cognac from a new bottle, – | report! – and | told the major all the

ups and downs with a visit to the resident Boris Eduardovich Sosnin.

– The resident failed, – the major said, thinking, – my task was to find out only this, but how we

will conduct business further, it does not depend on me. Lieutenant Colonel Chernov handed

over to you, captain, money, here twenty thousand American rubles, and ordered them to be

handed over to you if there is confidence that you have not been identified and agree to work

further, do you agree? Ferdinand asked with a barely perceptible smile.

– In my opinion, it is obvious that | agree! | answered firmly.

– Wait, I'll get a reward, – the major got up and went out into the corridor, taking off a

camouflage bag from the hanger, he took out a solid bundle of dollars and a book about

traveling to the ends of the earth, putting it on the table, adding, – for each completed task you

will receive twice as much, and for this, that he managed to survive and not reveal himself,

that's how much, – he put the money on the table, and two receipts, saying, – sign here, please,

for the amount received and for the valuable artifact.

| put my signature in the indicated place and refilled the glasses, we drank. The major tore off

my copied signature on the forged copy of the receipt:

– And one more thing, on the Runetka website, in the Young section, you will find a girl working

under the nickname Your-X-Eva, she lives in the Khreschatyk Hotel, hiding her place of

residence for ordinary clients, of whom quite a lot comes to the site. Quite a few business

travelers from the CIA and MI6 stay at this hotel. She is an excellently trained agent of ours,