Chapter 4

In fact, Shefov's expression was indeed very unpleasant. This was not because he had been embarrassed, but because when he reached out to take the document, his body did not obey him, meaning that his body and brain were not coordinated, which was very similar to the feeling of sleep paralysis, where one is conscious but unable to control their body. He frowned and stared at his hand for two seconds, then, as if nothing had happened, he opened the file and looked at the content inside.

Two minutes later, Shefov put down the document and said, "Ha ha! Hollowing out the logs in the middle? Five hundred kilograms? What a grand gesture. How were the Soviet citizens involved in the case handled?"

"They have already been detained locally!" The head of the Twelfth Department felt relieved, as it seemed that his superior was not taking the previous incident to heart.

"Our citizens will naturally be punished by the law, but as for the Afghans on this line, all the drug-related Afghans captured will be executed on the spot!" Shefov turned the file upside down, and when he did this, everyone knew that this matter would be treated as a principle to be enforced. "Some Afghan tribes are still quite isolated and do not listen to the central government! By killing these people, we are also helping the central government, and they will thank us..."

As for the cooperation between the KGB and the Afghan Ministry of Interior, this was not within the scope of the Third Directorate, but Shefov could propose his suggestions at the general meeting.

"As for the border troops, we should communicate with the leadership of the Border Guard on our behalf and give them some rewards privately, but not publicly! Those drug dealers can do anything!" Shefov made the final decision, "Alright, the meeting is over, everyone can go back to work! After we finish, we might take it easy at the end of the year!"

The phrase "take it easy after we finish" was just something Shefov said casually. Everyone was organizing their files and preparing to leave, and no one took his words of comfort seriously. Since the boss said it casually, they just listened casually. He made a gesture to Isayevna, and the female secretary, who was wearing headphones, understood and turned off the recording device that had been running.

In the empty meeting room, Shefov was still reflecting on the state of his body not obeying his brain's commands, his expression unusually serious. In the past five years, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Director, what's wrong?" Isayevna's words carried a subtle concern. This was the first time she had seen Shefov with such a hysterical expression, as if he were surrounded by danger.

"Nothing! I haven't been resting well these days!" Shefov smiled, but the sensitive woman beside him felt even more that something was wrong. This zero-acting comfort earned a poor review from Isayevna.

In the end, even Shefov couldn't stand it, and he asked directly, "In terms of physical fitness, who in our country can be considered a national idol?"

"In which aspect? Wrestling? Boxing?" Isayevna was confused; this topic was too broad.

"Someone who is very well-rounded!" Shefov said without confidence. He knew that the Soviet Union was a sports powerhouse during the Cold War, generally outperforming the United States, but his time in the country was limited, and he was always traveling around the world, fanning the flames, so he was not very familiar with this information.

"Someone who is very well-rounded? Yes!" Isayevna's eyes lit up with admiration, "The world record holder in the decathlon, athlete Kuznetsov..."

Kuznetsov? This name was quite common in the Soviet Union, with famous people including an army general and a navy admiral, as well as the current first deputy foreign minister. "Send Kuznetsov's file to my office!" Shefov gestured as he asked, "Isayevna, when you were in Gatsina, did you ever see someone with exceptional abilities in a particular area, or with an extraordinary memory, or naturally very good physical fitness..."

"This? Of course, Director, why are you interested in this information?" Isayevna hesitated and asked.

"I want the files of all the trainees in Gatsina and the corresponding special agent cities in other countries. Pick out those with extraordinary abilities! Such talents should be placed in a larger context to be utilized, not trained with conventional methods!" Shefov gave an ambiguous answer.

This evasive conversation left Isayevna feeling helpless, but she also sensed that her superior did not want to say more, so she did not continue to ask. "Can't even control your own body? What's wrong, a stroke?"

To be honest, Shefov was very nervous. He felt that he had encountered something abnormal.

In simple terms, his consciousness and body were not on the same level, meaning his brain and body were not coordinated. This was already showing up in his daily life. "As a staunch atheist who believes in science, how could I encounter such a thing..."

Most importantly, he couldn't let anyone else know about this. The next day, during the inspection at the armory, Shefov was very cautious. He usually played the role of giving orders, and even simple tasks were left to his secretary, as he was afraid of a repeat of the previous day. If he made a fool of himself in front of too many people twice, it would certainly raise suspicion. This was not a case of suspecting others without cause; he knew better than anyone what kind of department he was in. Theoretically, the entire KGB was a department of agents.

This surprise inspection did not reveal any problems. After all, it was a leading national enterprise, close to the capital, and it was the peak of year-end inspections. The factory's performance was impeccable, and the KGB had its own methods for dealing with such seemingly perfect places, with a million informants spread across the country, not just for show.

In the afternoon, when Shefov returned to the headquarters of the Military Administration, he reviewed the lists from various special agent cities provided by Isayevna. People with extraordinary talents did exist, with some having exceptional memory or strength. Shefov believed in these, but he did not believe in the existence of supernatural abilities. A slight superiority over the average person could be considered a talent, but if it was too much, his first reaction would be to eliminate the person, as someone with supernatural abilities, in his view, was no longer human.

"Those with exceptional memory should go to the First Directorate, and those with strong bodies should go to the Operations Department!" Shefov sorted through the files one by one and returned them to Isayevna for safekeeping.

"Director, I have found two athletes who have achieved great success in their respective fields!" Isayevna, after putting away the files, shared the good news with her superior. Shefov was not just her immediate superior; in a certain sense, Isayevna's concern for Shefov was no less than that of Valya.

【Long time no see, really missed! I didn't expect the review to take two days, and the author Bai Song has already backed down! Once the book is opened, it will be closely watched. I have forgotten some of the Soviet plot, but I will review it in the next few days and try to make it more coherent. This book can be considered a continuation or a new book, without affecting the reading experience! This should be my last foreign history book, and I won't write history anymore! Actually, I don't want to write it now, but I am a conscientious author, and being blocked is not an excuse; there must be a result! The book about America is permanently sealed, and I can't continue it, so I'll stop here!】

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