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Chapter 2714 One person¡¯s country

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    11 Lubyanka Square, the headquarters of the KGB.

    Since 1920, the headquarters of the KGB has been here. Now the KGB has been renamed the Russian Federal Security Service, and the headquarters is still here.

    A funeral farewell ceremony was taking place in the auditorium of the KGB headquarters.

    This is a very strange funeral, an extremely rare farewell ceremony. How rare is it? This is the first time since the Soviet Union to Russia.

    "It's strange because the people who attended the farewell ceremony were of extremely high status, but the number of them was really too small.

    The president is here, and the director of the Russian Federal Security Service is present, as well as the directors of the various branches below. Excluding the president and his bodyguard, there are less than ten people attending the farewell ceremony, but these people are all the best in the KGB.  Top officials.

    What¡¯s even more strange is that the flag placed on the side of the coffin is not the Russian flag, but the Soviet flag.

    The other side of the coffin should be where the family members should be, but there are no family members, so it is empty.

    Four honor guards stood on both sides of the coffin with their heads held high. Lying in the coffin was a smiling Yarebin.

    The military band played a low and sad music on one side, the fourth movement of Tchaikovsky's Sixth Pathetique Symphony.

    The person who presided over the farewell ceremony was Vasilyevich, the director of the Russian Federal Security Service.

    The farewell ceremony began, and the first person to come forward to lay flowers was Russian Federation President Vladimir Putin.

    Puqin took a bouquet of flowers and placed it at the feet of the coffin. Then he took a step forward and stared at Yarebin in the coffin.

    Looking at Yarebin¡¯s face, Puqin then stared at the medals representing Yarebin¡¯s meritorious service. He stared for a moment, turned around, and walked to a group of senior KGB officials who were waiting to present flowers.

    "Coming here feels like I'm back home. I know what spies are. They are a group of people with unique qualities, beliefs and personalities. They are able to give up their original lives, relatives and lovers and stay away from their homeland.  , who is away from home all year round and dedicates his life to the motherland, this is not something that everyone can do, and today we bid farewell to a great spy, a soldier who gave everything for the motherland."

    Lowering his head slightly, Pu Qin said nothing more and stepped aside.

    Baskov was the second to stand in front of the coffin with flowers. He put down the flowers, held the coffin and stared at Yarebin for a long time.

    Baskov's face was expressionless. He wanted to say something, but looking at that calm face he couldn't say anything. After realizing that he had stayed too long, Baskov turned around and lowered his head.  Returned to his position.

    Baskov was very excited and sad inside, but he was also happy for Yarebin. He did not expect that Puchin would attend. He thought it was just a secret funeral within the KGB, but he did not expect the president to come back.

    People attending the funeral presented flowers in turn, and Vasilyevich said in a deep voice: "Cover the coffin!"

    The coffin lid was lifted by four ceremonial soldiers and slowly covered an ordinary-looking old man.

    "Put the flag on!"

    Four honor guards escorted a folded red national flag to the coffin.

    The national flag was unfurled. At that moment, Baskov wanted to say that he would put the flag on his captain with his own hands, but when the flag was unfurled, his heart felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.  He quickly dismissed the idea.

    Baskov was ashamed of that flag. He thought he was worthy of the Black Devil, but he was really ashamed of that flag, so he could not personally cover the old man who had given everything for the flag with that flag.

    The guard of honor held the four corners of the national flag. When they were about to cover the flag, Pu Qin suddenly came out. He silently took one corner of the national flag from the hand of a guard of honor.

    Vasilyevich took the second corner.

    Baskov¡¯s feet did not move at all. Puqin looked at Baskov, but Baskov shook his head gently and did not move his steps.

    The third and fourth people walked out one after another. Together with their president, they grabbed the flag and finally covered the coffin with the flag.

    "Awaken the spirit!"

    Four honor guards lifted the coffin, and amidst the mournful music played by the military band and under the gaze of people, they sent the coffin to the hearse parked at the entrance of the auditorium.

    There should be family members sitting in the hearse, on both sides of the coffin. Gao Yang should sit in this position, but he couldn't come.

    Baskov did not hesitate this time, he;He embraces the darkness and protects the light.

    The enemies hated him to the core and said he was a devil.

    The people he protects don¡¯t know he exists.

    He and his loyal warriors rest here.

    He and his comrades who also sleep here are holy black devils.

    He is the black devil of the Soviet Union.

    His name is Yarebin Vasilyev.  "

    Pu Qin slowly finished reading the eulogy.

    This is Yarebin¡¯s eulogy and will also be Yarebin¡¯s epitaph.

    Pu Qin turned around and looked at the coffin covered with the national flag, and then he said solemnly: "The Soviet Union has disappeared, but we who inherited the Soviet Union cannot forget these heroes. He is not an unknown hero. There will be his tombstone here.  There will be a full-length statue of him on the tombstone."

    After finishing speaking, Pu Qin nodded slightly and then walked aside.

    "Sound a salute!"

    The salute began to sound.

    The salute didn¡¯t end when it fired fifteen times, it didn¡¯t end when it fired seventeen times, and it didn¡¯t end when it sounded nineteen times.

    Twenty-one gun salutes were fired, the highest courtesy.

    This is a strange funeral.

    But it wouldn¡¯t be surprising if a state funeral is held for a person¡¯s country or a country¡¯s people.

    Cover the national flag, play the national anthem, and fire the gun salute.

    Buried beside his comrades.

    Yarebin got everything he wanted.

    The coffin was placed in the tomb, and the flowers and soil fell, gradually covering an old man with a legendary life.

    An era is over.

    A generation of legends has come to an end.

    An immortal hero has gone to his country.

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