In fact, Serov's face is very ugly, not because he has been hit in the face, but because when he reached out to receive the document, his body is somewhat disobedient. It is very much like the feeling of sleep paralysis, where awareness is clear, but there is no way to command his body. He frowned, stared at his hand for two seconds, opened the file, and looked at the contents of the records as if nothing had happened.
Two minutes later, Serov put the paper down and said, "Heh! Making logs and hollowing them out in the middle? Five hundred kilos? That's a lot of money. What's the treatment of the Soviet citizens involved in the case?"
"Already in local custody!" The director of the Twelfth Division was sort of relieved that his boss didn't seem to take what just happened to heart.
"Our citizens have laws for punishments naturally, but those Afghans on this same line, all drug-related Afghan personnel who are captured, are shot on the spot!" Serov turned the document upside down. When he does so, usually, everyone knows that this matter will be implemented as a guideline, "Some tribes in Afghanistan are still fairly isolated and not very obedient to the central government! We are also doing a favor to the central government by killing these people. They will thank us ..."
As for the cooperative relationship between the Soviet KGB and the Afghan Ministry of the Interior, this does not fall within the scope of the Third Directorate's functions, although Serov was able to make his own proposals in the plenary session.
"As for the soldiers of the border guards, communicate with the director of the Border Guards in our name. After that, give certain rewards in private, but not in public! They are capable of doing anything!" Serov gives the matter to the decision, "Well, the meeting is adjourned. Everyone can go to work! After the end of the year, you can relax a bit when you are done!"
The phrase "you can relax a bit when you are done" is just a casual remark by Serov. Others are sorting out their documents and preparing to leave, and no one really takes Serov's comfort seriously. Since the boss is talking casually, they will just listen to it. He gestured to Izemotny next to him, and the female secretary wearing headphones complied and turned off the recording device that had been in operation.
In the empty conference room, Serov is still recalling the state of the body that just did not listen to the commands of the brain, and his face is more serious than ever. It's the first time he has encountered such a thing in five years.
"Director, what's wrong with you?" Izemotny spoke with an imperceptible concern, and it was the first time she had seen Serov show such a desperate expression of paranoia as if surrounded by some danger.
"Nothing! There is a bit of lack of rest these days!" Serov spread a smile, making the sensitive woman next to him feel even more wrong. This kind of comfort with zero acting skills made Izemotny have to give a poor rating.
At the end of the day, Serov himself couldn't bear to look at it and asked directly, "In this aspect of physical ability, who in our country can now be considered the idol of all!"
"Which aspect? Wrestling? Boxing?" Izemotny was confused. The proposition was somewhat broader in nature.
"A very well-rounded kind!" Serov said without any bottom line, he knew that the Soviet Union during the Cold War was a sporting power that could basically crush the United States, but his time at home was limited. He was always running around the planet, fanning the flames. He didn't know much about this aspect of the Soviet Union.
"The very well-rounded kind? Yes!" Izemotny's eyes lit up with admiration, "Decathlon world record holder, Comrade Kuznetsov, track and field athlete ..."
Kuznetsov? The name was considered a common name in the Soviet Union, with famous people, including admirals and marshals, and now the First Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, "Send Kuznetsov's information to my office!" Serov asked as he gestured, "Izemotny, when you were in Gaczyna, did you ever meet a person who had a special ability in one aspect, or a superb memory, or was born with a very good physical condition ..."
"This? Naturally, there is. Why does the Director care about this information!" Izemotny asked after a moment's hesitation.
"I want all the training personnel data of Gaczyna and other counterpart countries' agent cities that possess supernatural abilities identified for me! We should put such talents to greater use, not with conventional training methods!" Serov gave an ambiguous answer.
This superficial dialog made Izemotny feel helpless, but she sensed her superior's reluctance to say more and did not continue asking, "Can't even control your own body? What's wrong, brain thrombosis!" In fact, to be fair, Serov was very nervous. He felt he had come across something not quite normal.
Simply put, the consciousness and the body are not at the same level, which means that the head and the body are not coordinated, and so far, it has manifested itself in life, "I am such an atheist who believes in science, how can I come across such things ..."
The most important thing is not to let others know about it. The next day in the arsenal inspection, Serov was very careful and usually acted the role of the mouth and let his secretary do some of the work. He was really afraid of the same thing yesterday. Making a fool of yourself twice in a row in front of too many people will certainly cause suspicion. This is not a trivial matter. He himself knows better than anyone what department he is in. In theory, their entire KGB department is an agent.
The surprise inspection did not find any problems. After all, it is the state's advanced unit but also so close to the capital. It is the peak of the end-of-the-year inspection. This time, the manufacturer performed perfectly, to say the least. The KGB also has its own response plan to deal with such bright and shiny places. The millions of informants throughout the country do not just talk.
Serov, who returned to the Main Directorate of Military Counter-Intelligence in the afternoon, reviewed Izemotny's list of special agents from all over the city. Some people are gifted and born with superior memory or strength than normal people, which Serov believed. Still, he did not believe in the existence of supernatural capabilities, which he can interpret as exceptional. But to exceed too much, his first reaction was to kill the guy who would bring hidden dangers to society because, by nature, people with supernatural capabilities, in Serov's eyes, can no longer be considered human.
"The guys with superb memories are reserved for the First Main Directorate, and the physically strong ones for the Special Operations Executive!" One by one, Serov sorted the files into separate categories and returned them to Izemotny for safekeeping.
"Director, I've found two athletes who have successfully succeeded in their fields!" After Izemotny put away the file, she told her boss the good news. Serov was not just her superior. In a sense, Izemotny's concern for Serov was not less than Valya's.