Argentine Archive №1 - Магомет Д. Тимов 6 стр.

And the artisans outfit suits you, Andrey said unexpectedly. Kotov raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Really?

Certainly! Even if Naum was led on by this masquerade. And he has a trained eye.

Flattering, flattering, muttered the major, and looked intently into the eyes of the now-former student. And if I offer you work in our department?

Andrei even got up.

Me? The Chekists? Well, how could you

Whats wrong?

No. Andrey was embarrassed. Kotov heeded his reaction.

Then he said:

The country needs you, comrade Fomenko.

Andrey was even taken aback. He plopped back onto the bench.

What, mobilize? The wars been over for, like, five years already. Or not?

Kotov shook his head vigorously:

No, young man. For us, and you, by and large, the war is not over yet. Its not on the battlefields, not in the air, not on the ocean. The current war is going on for drawing boards, in scientific laboratories, at test sites. And its only people like you, young and talented scientists, who can win this war and allow the rest of the world to sleep comfortably. Yes, the stakes in this battle are no longer this that country: the entire world is in danger.

And you mean?

I just want to say that we need you as a consultant on Shall we say nuclear power?

Fomenko began to rise from the bench again, momentarily speechless.

But I

You want to say, young man, that you did not specialize in this profile but only listened to the full course of lectures on the subject, right?

Well, about that

So it's not a problem, Kotov said as he slapped him with his wide palm on the back. All the missing knowledge you can get from those who are working on the subject. And then already advise us in the process, so to speak.

In the process of what?

Kotov raised his forefinger.

Now that is, as they say in the novels, my friend, a completely different story. Just decide for yourself, you are with us or not? If not, then consider today's meeting as if it didnt occur.

What if I say yes? Andrey asked in a hoarse voice. Kotov smiled:

Then we'll talk.

Yes, Andrey breathed out. For a moment, the major simply looked into his eyes, then got up and pulled on his coat.

Come on, he said.

Where? asked Andrey, automatically rising from the bench. Kotov chuckled.

To a bright future, young man, he said mysteriously and rushed along the alley to the exit from the park. After hesitating for a second, Andrey rushed after him.

Beria was sitting on a bulky, uncomfortable couch, which he had long ago christened Stalins 'Procrustean bed', and waited patiently while Stalin read to the end of his memo. It has been like this since he had just taken up the post of People's Commissar of Internal Affairs of the USSR. Although he and Joseph Vissarionovich have always had a simple relationship, he never spoke to him, except through the lengthy memorandum.

Stalin reading his memos had become a kind of ritual between them. Beria knew that once Stalin has finished reading, some time will be spent pacing the small office with quick steps. Then he will stop and, with his hands behind his back and looking at the Kremlin courtyard, utter the traditional: And how should we evaluate all this, Comrade Beria?

And only after that their real productive conversation will start. He continued to wait. And he was not mistaken in his expectations.

Stalin finished reading. He put the printed text aside, then put the still unlit pipe in the crystal ashtray. He got up heavily, put his hands behind his back, and went to the window. Without turning around, he asked over his shoulder:

And so, Lavrenty? Did the Germans really evacuate their physicists to Latin America? And how do we assess all this now, Comrade First Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers?

Lavrenty Pavlovich knew the Master grasped the essence of the question.

As I understand it, you will visit these gentlemen at their home, arent you, Lavrenty?

Beria paused, which implied a respect for the Leader's ability to grasp the essence of things stacked up by bureaucrats. Only then did he cautiously answer:

Koba, in March you set a problem for me. Now, I propose a solution. Its a tough one, I agree. Well be up against the murder of Trotsky for some time, and theres going to be a full-scale manhunt, not only for Nazi criminals but also for their henchmen. But with the case Im reporting, both of our new Bureau members will be just a cover for the primary operation. We simply have to prevent the proliferation of nuclear weapons in the world. Well, to the extent possible, of course.

Stalin turned to him, brought his right hand behind his back and shoved it under his lapel jacket in a Napoleonic manner. For some time, he stared at Beria, then nodded his massive head. His tobacco-reddened mustache moved in a predatory way:

Hopefully, this time, you wont have any leaks. Theres a lot at stake here. And youre proposing to use some very green youngsters. How does this fit in with the principal aim?

Beria was ready for this question and clearly stated:

Sudoplatov and I have considered all options and settled on this.

Explain.

If you please, Joseph Vissarionovich. Beria always knew how to grasp this line, beyond which the 'familiar' Koba suddenly gained a name and patronymic. Three people are proposed for the group. The commander of the group was an experienced illegal intelligence officer, a professional to the marrow of his bones, who had practiced in one of the Spanish-speaking countries. Two operatives will be sent with him, one of whom is preparing to work with the local population and liaise with the embassy. The second is a consultant on nuclear physics. This will allow us to determine just how interested our country should be in these secret German physicists if they really exist.

Do you realize, Comrade Beria, that youll have practically no time to train these boys? Stalin went to the table, took out a box of 'Herzegovina Flor' from the drawer. He gutted one cigarette and, having spread it on a piece of paper, filled his pipe with the tobacco.

That's right, Comrade Stalin, I understand. Well prepare them based on the 101

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Stalin thoughtfully lit his pipe and, blowing a ring of gray smoke towards the half-open window, remarked:

We still think it's all a big gamble. Its such a delicate matter, and were sending an old wolfhound and a couple of green boys

Beria shook his head vigorously.

I dont agree, Koba. Judge for yourself: after Abakumovs capers, we have no active residency left in South America, so, no individual observers. Any newly installed network will immediately come under the scrutiny of the Argentine special services and, consequently, the Americans. According to our intel, Langley is already preparing their group for transfer to Argentina. Were very limited in our actions, unlike our American friends. Since the end of the war, they feel like theyre in their own backyard in Latin America. But the ambassadors wont help us what remains of the network is barely enough to collect pine trees from a forest. These three will be next to impossible to account for because theyll act like amateurs. We need their impartial observations, along with their fresh eyes.

And if they catch them? Stalin narrowed his eyes slyly. Beria shrugged his shoulders.

In war, as in war. We will renounce them. Or neutralize them before they land in an Argentine prison or an American safe house.

Just like that?

Yes, Koba. Beria sighed and got up. It seems to me that is the only way to break through all the barriers and find this most mysterious 'Archive. Then, if necessary, they can connect up with the rest. We cannot risk the last agents on this continent.

Stalin walked over to the table, sat down heavily in his chair, leaned back.

In other words, youve written out a one-way ticket for this trio, right, Lavrenty?

Beria awkwardly his feet, then shrugged:

In the worst-case scenario, Koba. Only in the worst-case scenario. They will have a minimum of information and wont be a danger to us. The usual insurance. Losing of one or even three 'cogs' in the great machinery of the state wont be critical.

Stalin raised his thick gray eyebrows in surprise.

And I didnt think you could be so vindictive, Lavrenty. I honestly didn't.

Beria shrugged his shoulders:

Whats that got to do with me? The loving people quote your speeches all on their own.

Stalin chuckled.

Lenin, however, isnt quoted in the pubs and at the market, is he, Lavrenty?

Beria supported the joke:

He isnt quoted even in our Politburo, Comrade Stalin.

Its all in vain! You need to know the sources. Here we were once not too lazy. We read. And now, a lot in this world is clear to us. Even if the author wasnt completely right. By the way, when are you going to send the group?

Beria did not even look into his unchanged leather folder.

Ive already mentioned.

You wont have six months, Lavrenty. This is the catch. They need to be in Buenos Aires no later than Christmas. Catholic, of course. Dont think this is by our whims. We operate with reports from many services and roughly represent the military and the political situation in the world. In short, preparations should be completed no later than November. Plus another couple of weeks. Make sure it happens.

Beria put the folder aside, straightened his shoulders:

Of course, Comrade Stalin. We'll manage.

That's great. The Leader of all the peoples of the Union slowly puffed on his pipe and suddenly smiled. Come on, lay it out, Comrade Beria. What else do you have up your sleeve? You didnt come to see me tonight with only this problem.

Beria grunted and again took up the folder, carefully dropped the fasteners, and finally opened it.

As always, you are perceptive, Koba. There is, besides Argentina, one more problem we have. And if only that.

Major General Svetlov looked at the folders in front of him, of which there were two. Personal files of the new cadets. They had just been brought to the location yesterday under the close supervision of Kotov. Yuri Borisovich knew the major for what seemed like a million years, but was constantly surprised by his ability to always find himself amid some odious events or adventurous operations of his home department. How many of his graduates Svetlov had handed over to him was unimaginable, but the General knew for sure that they all returned from their missions intact and relatively unharmed. Kotovs reputation as a lucky man and wonderful intelligence expert was firmly entrenched.

But these two definitely caused to the head of the 101

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One is a darling of fate, the son of successful parents, who was born, as they say, with a silver spoon in his mouth. A professor's apartment, a prestigious university, female fans, the Lord did not deprive them of their appearance. Knows three languages, is erudite, bold and prudent at the same time.

The other came from a simple working-class family. His father was buried somewhere around Rzhev, so the son came to conquer Moscow and entered, not just anywhere, but the Mechanical Institute. He took the nuclear physics course by the same Kurchatov, without even knowing he got lectured by the creator of the first Soviet atomic bomb. Athletic, strong. It goes without saying that this university scarcely took any other kind.

And these two, his instructors will have to mold into field agents in a short time. Moreover, according to a special program, since their task is supposed to be more than a little difficult. As a professional, Svetlov understood the almost complete hopelessness of this venture. But he also knew what was at stake. And who is behind the order to carry out this crazy operation?

The General opened the secret checklist of cadet Sarmatov, ran his eyes over the graph: great-grandfather, paternal grandfather, maternal line, father Father Academician, Professor Sarmatov, opposite the surname of a couple of special marks well-known to the general. However, Sarmatov-senior did not differentiate in the methods he chose to achieve his goal, which was getting to the top of his career. Copies of his denunciations were immediately and carefully filed with the meticulousness of the security personnel. The frequency of this aspect of Sarmatov the Elders activities changed during the 1937-38 period. During that time, his efforts increased the population of Siberia by 3040 professors and academics. By a strange coincidence, all of them were involved in the exotic science of anthropology.

Later, the future academician tempered his passion, as they hinted to him that this way the scientific world would be left without the best of its scientists. At the same time, others produced a similar work of elegant literature, but now exposing him, Pyotr Alekseevich Sarmatov, as an English spy and morally corrupt. It was the end of 39, just when Beria had taken the post of the Peoples Commissar of Internal Affairs and replaced Yezhov. He sharply reduced repression and emphasized developing relations between the internal organs of scientific intellectuals. This saved an unworthy sexist from a long sentence because of those accusations of transgressions against the Soviet state. The General wondered if the son was aware of his fathers artifice, or blissfully ignorant. Judging by the way they are constantly at odds with each other, people close to his family might have been talking about him.

The intercom jingled, the voice of the attendant reported:

Comrade Major General, Lieutenant General Sudoplatov has just arrived.

Svetlov got up, pulled on his jacket, and pressed the feedback button on the intercom panel.

Show him in. And invite Major Kotov, too. He should be at the shooting range now.

Yes, the intercom clicked and fell silent. The general went to the window, pulled the curtains open. He loved to work like this, in the twilight, when nothing affects his train of thought, not even the joyous light of a warm June afternoon. He strained his ears, but he never heard the trampling of boots on the corridor carpet. The famous saboteur, whose exploits during the Great Patriotic War became the talk of the town among intelligence specialists, and his operations, dissected and laid out by analysts of Western special services on the shelves, formed the basic preparation of sabotage units in many countries, at the same United States, for example, came, as always, quietly. Svetlov grinned with the edges of his lips and turned to the door.

Good afternoon, Pavel Anatolyevich. What are the fates this time?

Sudoplatov saluted according to the charter, although he was a senior in rank. Nevertheless, he was on Svetlovs turf and a guest. What is the chain of command between them? Taking off his cap, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and entered the office. The friends shook hands and settled down at the tea table in the far corner of the vast office.

Still the same fate, Yuri Borisovich, and the same concerns.

Svetlov smiled knowingly:

You wouldnt believe it, Pasha. Ive just been going about the business of those two you sent me

Are you talking about Sarmatov and Fomenko now? asked Sudoplatov, just in case.