It was too silent.
Inside the Sovnarkom headquaters I could barley speak with someone. It was like if they had disappeared from the corridors and office rooms. I climbed the stairs and headed towards Kronberg's office. From the 3rd floor corridor I could hear Kronberg yelling at someone. At least the beast is inside, I thought and pushed the door to Kronberg's office. I saw two fresh guys and Kronberg standing in front of them, giving orders. When I came he turned to me immediately.
'And you are out of this case', Kronberg was pointing his finger at me. 'We are closing this investigation. The order came from the Department.'
'I don't understand it.'
'They want us to deal with political cases and not murder ones. We have to take care of the revolutionaries now. This is Felix's decision.'
I stood and gazed at Kronberg. The two officers went out in the meantime.
'Don't ask further questions. You'll have the cancellation in written form. So, you can share it with the press.' Kronberg added and left the office.
Shit, how did he know about the press? Does he suspect something? Or was it one of his tricks? If he knows that I contact her, for sure I will be interrogated.
I picked up the phone and dialled the number to Stiepia.
'Let's meet downstairs in a minute', I wanted to see him and ask for a few things.
I went outside for a smoke and waited for Stiepia. He was my best mate and junior officer in Sovnarkom. We worked together in militia and since that time stick together. Stiepia was my informant, he had a good ear for the rumours. Plus he thought he own me a favour. A big one.
Once I saved his ass.
When we worked in militia we often went patrolling streets together. Suddenly I big guy came from the corner, just running on us and knocking me down. I fell on the street while Stiepia was paralized with fear in front of 2meter bearded Jew standing eye to eye with him. The guy lifted Stiepia with one hand and pressed the poor fellow to the wall, choking him. In a second Stiepia turned red slowly suffocating, with his legs dangling above the ground. I jumped to the guy and kicked him as strong as I could in the knee. The 2 meter high statue collapsed on its knees and released the grip with Stiepia. I was able to continue my silent conversation with the Jew. I hit him hard with my knee aiming at his jaw but touched his nose as well. A gush of blood sprang out of his face. He grabbed me with both hands and threw me on me on the ground. I hit the pavement with my head but didn't loose my consciousness. The Jew pressed me really hard to the ground and started to punch me in the face. He must have had above 100 kilos to mine humble 65. He smelled really bad, it was hard no to vomit. Though he squeezed me like a lemon I managed to turn my body on the side, grab one of his arm and threw him from my body. Still holding one of his hands, bleeding from my mouth and eyebrow I started to hit him back with my elbow and my free, right fist. Seeing that my punches don't make any big effects on him I proceeded with another alternative. Still holding his hand I wrapped it around his neck and held it in order he began to choke. He struggled for a while and then his organism gave up the fight. He passed out. Stiepia was still lying beside the wall, unconscious.
'They are after you,' Stiepia always talked straightforwardly.
'Who exactly?'
'I don't know. But they will suspend you, if you keep digging the case.'
'Kronberg has just terminated it.'
'Did he? So it seems they need you for something else.'
'Yeah. We have to become hunting dogs for the anti-government socialists. Felix is putting all his force to crush them, and he will use us to pick the most ferocious kamarad.'
'Everything turns political nowadays.'
'Was it different before?'
'So there will be no more murder hunting?'
'There will be no more Sovnarkom murder hunting.' I smiled.
'If they know you are sniffing around it, they won't like it.'
'I don't like the case either, but have to know where it leads.'
'I warned you, Kozel.'
'Yes, you did.'
Stiepia put out his cigarette and shook my hand. 'One more thing. They know you keep seeing with that woman journalist. They don't like it. To tell you the truth, I don't like it either.'
I was looking at the distant lamp and watched snowflakes falling on the empty street.
'Eto ne harasho. You know that what we do is classified and ...'
'Thanks for taking care of me, Stiepia. You can go now.'
'I am worried.'
I looked at him and took the last puff of cigarette.Then I turned my head to the street lamp. 'Snowflakes are very beautiful this winter. Really strong and pretty. They won't melt for months, that's for sure. They will survive and win the summer.'
Inside the Sovnarkom headquaters I could barley speak with someone. It was like if they had disappeared from the corridors and office rooms. I climbed the stairs and headed towards Kronberg's office. From the 3rd floor corridor I could hear Kronberg yelling at someone. At least the beast is inside, I thought and pushed the door to Kronberg's office. I saw two fresh guys and Kronberg standing in front of them, giving orders. When I came he turned to me immediately.
'And you are out of this case', Kronberg was pointing his finger at me. 'We are closing this investigation. The order came from the Department.'
'I don't understand it.'
'They want us to deal with political cases and not murder ones. We have to take care of the revolutionaries now. This is Felix's decision.'
I stood and gazed at Kronberg. The two officers went out in the meantime.
'Don't ask further questions. You'll have the cancellation in written form. So, you can share it with the press.' Kronberg added and left the office.
Shit, how did he know about the press? Does he suspect something? Or was it one of his tricks? If he knows that I contact her, for sure I will be interrogated.
I picked up the phone and dialled the number to Stiepia.
'Let's meet downstairs in a minute', I wanted to see him and ask for a few things.
I went outside for a smoke and waited for Stiepia. He was my best mate and junior officer in Sovnarkom. We worked together in militia and since that time stick together. Stiepia was my informant, he had a good ear for the rumours. Plus he thought he own me a favour. A big one.
Once I saved his ass.
When we worked in militia we often went patrolling streets together. Suddenly I big guy came from the corner, just running on us and knocking me down. I fell on the street while Stiepia was paralized with fear in front of 2meter bearded Jew standing eye to eye with him. The guy lifted Stiepia with one hand and pressed the poor fellow to the wall, choking him. In a second Stiepia turned red slowly suffocating, with his legs dangling above the ground. I jumped to the guy and kicked him as strong as I could in the knee. The 2 meter high statue collapsed on its knees and released the grip with Stiepia. I was able to continue my silent conversation with the Jew. I hit him hard with my knee aiming at his jaw but touched his nose as well. A gush of blood sprang out of his face. He grabbed me with both hands and threw me on me on the ground. I hit the pavement with my head but didn't loose my consciousness. The Jew pressed me really hard to the ground and started to punch me in the face. He must have had above 100 kilos to mine humble 65. He smelled really bad, it was hard no to vomit. Though he squeezed me like a lemon I managed to turn my body on the side, grab one of his arm and threw him from my body. Still holding one of his hands, bleeding from my mouth and eyebrow I started to hit him back with my elbow and my free, right fist. Seeing that my punches don't make any big effects on him I proceeded with another alternative. Still holding his hand I wrapped it around his neck and held it in order he began to choke. He struggled for a while and then his organism gave up the fight. He passed out. Stiepia was still lying beside the wall, unconscious.
'They are after you,' Stiepia always talked straightforwardly.
'Who exactly?'
'I don't know. But they will suspend you, if you keep digging the case.'
'Kronberg has just terminated it.'
'Did he? So it seems they need you for something else.'
'Yeah. We have to become hunting dogs for the anti-government socialists. Felix is putting all his force to crush them, and he will use us to pick the most ferocious kamarad.'
'Everything turns political nowadays.'
'Was it different before?'
'So there will be no more murder hunting?'
'There will be no more Sovnarkom murder hunting.' I smiled.
'If they know you are sniffing around it, they won't like it.'
'I don't like the case either, but have to know where it leads.'
'I warned you, Kozel.'
'Yes, you did.'
Stiepia put out his cigarette and shook my hand. 'One more thing. They know you keep seeing with that woman journalist. They don't like it. To tell you the truth, I don't like it either.'
I was looking at the distant lamp and watched snowflakes falling on the empty street.
'Eto ne harasho. You know that what we do is classified and ...'
'Thanks for taking care of me, Stiepia. You can go now.'
'I am worried.'
I looked at him and took the last puff of cigarette.Then I turned my head to the street lamp. 'Snowflakes are very beautiful this winter. Really strong and pretty. They won't melt for months, that's for sure. They will survive and win the summer.'
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