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the bunker.
    Anna Petrova
was convinced that these scientists craved some sort of recognition, a pat on
the back. Perhaps medals.
    But why
weren’t their torture drugs cracking Otto...? Apparently Otto’s gang of
scientists had developed a counter-torture drug, which made Otto forget his
life temporarily. Other than a very small subset of scenarios and topics, he
was a blank slate. After that Brezhnev incident, the scientists didn’t take any
chances.
    Anna
Petrova and her guards extracted all this within thirty minutes. With nothing
left to do, the disappointed Anna allowed Otto to describe this encounter with
Brezhnev.
     
     
     
    Otto
Fuchs’s brother, Karl Fuchs had made the previous and only visit to the Kremlin
through the fireplace. It had been at the height of the Brezhnev stagflation in
1982. That was also the year, West Germany had made it to the FIFA World Cup
finals. Three nights before the final, Stalin’s secret ‘community’ under the
fireplace had decided to request a trip to Madrid to see the game. After all,
they had a functioning prototype of ‘the weapon’ and were just a decade away
from deployment.
    A terrified
Brezhnev had called in his KGB guards and tortured the man to death. The man’s
tales were so tall, that at one point, the KGB contemplated sending Karl to some
seaside resort in Sochi. Brezhnev wanted none of it.
    Brezhnev
had then sent the KGB under the Kremlin to find this freaky cult, just to make
sure. The KGB, assuming that the guy was nuts, had half assed the search. They
found neither weapons nor suspects.
    Still
unsettled, Brezhnev (btw who could blame him) had presumed it was a western
conspiracy to break the Berlin Wall and reunite Germany. He ordered a GRU squad
to fly into Madrid and recalibrate the West German team hotel’s air conditioning
system.
    A bone
cold W Germany had lost the World Cup 3 - 1 to Italy.
     
     
     
    After an
hour Mika gave up. “Madam I think you should purge him.”
    “I
suppose,” sighed the President.
    “But that
Brezhnev bit was pretty odd and yet, quite detailed. Maybe we could check up on
old KGB archives… to see if he is telling the truth?” suggested Vlad half-heartedly.
    “And West
Germany did lose to Italy that year,” added another guard.
    The
President made up her mind. “Nah. Forget it. I got a better idea.”

Chapter 9
    Fangchun Observation Tower,
China
     
    “You sure…
this… whatever it is that you have planned is our best approach?” queried the
Chinese Premier.
    “Trust me.
My analysts know what they are doing,” assured Hu Gong, the head of Chinese
Intelligence.
    “Ok, explain
to me again, why I’m here on this God forsaken tower on a Sunday, instead of
sipping green tea with my family?”
    “I wanted
it to be a surprise.”
    “Can’t
believe I let you drag me here,” Premier Xiannian shook his head.
    “Let me
explain…” said the Hu Gong.
    Premier Xiannian
and his intelligence chief Hu Gong stood on the observation deck of the new Fangchun
Tower. Located on the tongue of the tri-border area with Russia, it was a typical
Chinese tower, with sweet curves and sharp edges.
    This
tongue of Chinese land was wedged between the Tumen River to the west and the Trans-Siberian railway to the east. Some Yale returned twerp, son of a party official, had
done a SWOT analysis and concluded that a tower in this forsaken place had a
huge potential for tourism. Ten years and counting, the crowds had never showed
up while that twerp had returned to Yale for an MBA.
    The Fangchun
Tower wasn’t even that tall, as the Russians had objected to anything over 100ft. 
Something about being in the line of sight of their ICBM silo. Boo freakin hoo.
    “I am still
waiting…”
    Hu Gong
began, “Ya ok. So the Russians hit our trains and damaged several of our factories.
Right?
    “Right.”
    “The
Japanese put them to it.”
    “I thought
it was the Germans…”
    “Oh yeah right,
Japan and Germany. Both. The question is