Chapter 1085 – Andropov
“Me? Are you going to say it or not!” Foltseva almost blurted out, but held her tongue; once her son’s identity was revealed, he would surely be suspected by the state, and she wanted to protect her child’s dream from being realized.
“You what? Forget it!” Alan Wilson pondered for a moment, “I don’t have any other requests, I just hope that the Soviet Union can give some strategic space to Britain and France, I believe that you know very well in your hearts that Western Europe cannot become a Soviet institutionalized country, our lives are far better than yours. If the Soviet Union wants to win this confrontation, there is no other way but to defeat the United States.”
“If the Soviet Union is able to make the United States concede defeat in the competition, it is natural that the European countries will follow the strongest. Any move to weaken the European countries is helping the United States to deepen its control over Europe. As I’m sure you understand, the Soviet Union has no allies at all, and is only one country from start to finish.”
Alan Wilson would also want Britain to avoid an outcome where the US and the USSR are unspokenly and jointly targeted.
That was a problem Britain could never cope with, and as long as Foltseva’s position in the Soviet Central Presidency was secure, even just a word or two would be far more useful than a so-called senior spy.
Are intelligence networks lurking in enemy countries useful? It depends on how to say, if these people are Alan Wilson control, it is absolutely useful, because he himself has the real history in his mind can be compared, can then key points to let the spy role to play to amplitude to the maximum.
But in a normal world, the role played by high-level spies could never be more useful than that of Foltseva, a member of the Soviet Central Presidium.
“You don’t even realize how much I’ve helped Britain.” Foltseva seemed to take on an aggrieved look, hoping that Allen Wilson would hurry up and name the two imperialist lackeys.
“Deputy Chief of Intelligence of the Polish General Staff, Michael Gorenewski, code name Sniper.”
Foltseva was aghast, a rather high-level spy indeed, and a deputy minister of counterintelligence. Only God knew that the other man had betrayed Soviet and Warsaw Pact intelligence.
If Foltseva hadn’t heard the name and the identity it held from the man’s assured tone, even if the Soviet Union had started a line of investigation, there was no way it could have been hidden from the high-ranking Polish official who sat in on the counter-intelligence intelligence service.
Indeed it was so; in the capture of Michael Golenetski, the KGB moved more quickly than its British and American counterparts, but again to no avail. Because Michael Golenecki is mainly responsible for, is the Polish domestic counterintelligence work, and the KGB has been very trusting him, directly to him to do the investigation.
Michael Goleniewski was so surprised that he chose to defect in a panic.
It was as if the UK was now unable to capture Philby, who would have thought that the man in charge of MI5 was a Soviet spy? Compared to Philby, Michael Golenetsky would have been a little less difficult.
“I’ll be honest with you, he is liable to defect at any time.” Alan Wilson interrupted Foltseva’s shock, “Although you’re a big shot in the Soviet Union’s rank and file, do you have any influence over the powerful department?”
Defect at any time? Foltseva was a little disappointed, his son still has the second half of his graduation may not be able to grab this credit skillfully shocked, “Who’s the other one?”
“This person is even more deeply hidden than Michael Golenetsky, if you don’t know from me, unless the Soviet Union suffered a big loss before coming to their senses, and he is very careful, even if you start to carry out surveillance, you won’t be able to find the evidence without a few months of setup.”
Alan Wilson boasted smugly, then stopped selling out when he met Foltseva’s gaze full of longing, “Colonel Pinkovsky of the Red Army’s General Intelligence, you probably don’t know this, but it’s known that he has a wife with a good background, and by using this to get all the way through the process, he should have been promoted by Grand Admiral Serov when he was the Chairman of the KGB.”
Pinkovsky began working in the General Directorate of Reconnaissance after a two-year refresher course at the Military Academy in Frunze, where he mastered the English language. He was later sent to Turkey to work in the Soviet military attaché’s office.
It was learned afterward that he had denounced his superiors to the Turkish spy agency? As a result, he had to be recalled from Turkey and later simply removed from the General Reconnaissance Directorate. However he mobilized his powerful friends in order to return to the General Directorate of Reconnaissance.
Pinkowski was not without a tainted history, and Allen Wilson was confident that Foltseva could easily find the man.
The British permanent undersecretary had expressed his sincerity, and the Soviet culture czar was no longer wringing her hands; in any case, it was a man on equal footing with her husband, and if a man liked it, the culture czar could be sacrificed.
Waiting for Alan Wilson to leave, Foltseva lay under the comforter that still had the man’s scent left, thinking about how to pave the way for her son, it might be too late in the case of Michael Golenetsky, the man had said that Michael Golenetsky could defect at any time.
Good thing there was one more, Pinkowski’s head should be able to give his son credit.
“Gotta get help from an insider who can be trusted.” Foltseva, despite this position, didn’t know anyone among the KGB, and recalled all the candidates in her mind, simulating a logical deduction.
Foltseva was also a high ranking Soviet official for many years, so naturally she could not be anything but loyal. With the harvest of culture Tsar for a long time to go to sleep.
Gagarin’s visit to Britain is an excellent cover for the two, not to mention that the location where the Soviets are staying is carefully arranged by Allen Wilson, so long as you don’t catch the adultery on the spot, it’s useless to say anything.
Publicly, Foltseva remains the independent woman standard-bearer, the culture czar.
Alan Wilson remains the walking Anglo-American special relationship, informing his American friend McCarthy of all the details of the Soviet visit, except for the culture czar bit, which is naturally accompanied by endless trolling.
During Gagarin’s visit to the Manchester Foundry Workers’ Union, the workers presented Gagarin with a gold plaque that read “Together we can shape the world for the better”.
On the same day, Alan Wilson and Foltsevar sparred and exchanged words.
On the last day, Queen Elizabeth hosted a grand banquet at her palace, with Prime Minister Aidan in attendance, to show their respect for Gagarin, who, looking at a pile of intricate and noble sterling silver cutlery in front of him, turned to the Queen and said, “Your Majesty, I can’t figure out what to do with all this cutlery.”
The Queen whispered to him, “I’ll tell you a secret, I don’t know how to use it either.”
In the middle of the meeting, the Queen invited Gagarin to drink tea, and after he finished it, he ate the lemon slices inside as well. Seeing this, the Queen also put the lemon slice into her mouth and ate it, and the other British nobles present, one by one, also ate the lemon.
This banquet shows that both sides are very educated people. Gagarin was unassuming, unobtrusive, and frankly admitted his lack of understanding. And the Queen handled it well, not embarrassing the other in the least.
A news fodder for the Queen’s growing embrace didn’t this come out? What a great hot story?
Gagarin’s visit to Britain this time ended, according to opinion polls, Britain’s positive feelings towards the Soviet Union has increased, pale-faced Alan Wilson watched the Soviets leave Britain, Dixon saw this situation and could not help but be careful, “Executive Undersecretary, are you not feeling well?”
“Infuriated by these Soviets, it’s a sickening job to receive them.” Alan Wilson’s exasperated look, these days can give him exhausted.
Foltseva, who was already on the plane, closed her eyes and contemplated how she could turn it into a gain. The man was right about one thing, although Foltseva’s position was sufficient, she had no contacts in the intelligence system.
When she stepped off the plane in Moscow, Foltseva returned directly to her home and thought about picking up the phone, “It’s me, Foltseva, is Comrade Andropov, the head of the Foreign Liaison Department, here? It’s nothing, there are some work questions to ask.”
Andropov was previously the ambassador plenipotentiary of Hungary, then Andropov was recalled to Moscow as the head of the Soviet Union’s liaison department with socialist countries, in charge of socialist country-related affairs, and had followed Khrushchev on many trips to Eastern European countries and participated in their party congresses.
Although not from the intelligence system, the work was deeply tied to it, and with Michael Golenetsky being a high-ranking Polish military officer, Andropov’s influence in the Eastern European countries was clearly more appropriate.
Her son Alexeyev will enter the intelligence department after graduation for internship, Foltseva, although ranked as a member of the Central Presidium of the Soviet Union, the entire Soviet Union has a few big names, but there is no network in the intelligence system, if the Central Presidium, from the strength and status to take care of the son, may cause non-sense.
Thinking about it, Andropov fell into the middle of Foltseva’s line of sight, if you can express goodwill through this help, the son’s work should be smooth sailing in the future.
Foltseva did not know, she completely from the nature of the work to find Andropov, the future will be in the Soviet Union shocking figure, now Andropov certainly did not look good, but also showed the golden scales is not the side of the pool.
At least compared to Foltseva, a member of the Central Presidium of the USSR, Andropov is completely flat.
In response to the Culture Czar’s request for advice, Andropov, though puzzled, found a time to make his entrance.
“All indications are that Kennedy was a weak president and that the American political situation is now dominated by the group around Kennedy, mainly Dulles.” Richard White, the MI6 talking head, said to Alan Wilson, combining the intelligence from the recent Bay of Pigs incident.
“Like this?” Alan Wilson almost thought he had heard wrong? Could it be that before the Cuban Missile Crisis, Kennedy and Dulles were the relationship between Emperor Xuan Di of Han and Huo Guang? Only to later break away from the establishment’s control? But MI6 had no reason to lie.