Moscow Machination полностью

Over the years, Russian torture techniques had evolved beyond the cutting off of pinkies and testies. Plus these days, it was getting harder to get people to clean up the remnants of these sessions. Those Tajiks and Uzbeks had suddenly gotten ‘better offers’ where they could ‘set their own schedules’ and instead of just cleaning up, were invited to get ‘intimately involved’. The FSB blamed it on globalization.

So the Russians had pivoted to drugs. Synthetic reliable drugs. The latest statistics from the FSB suggested that, on an average, a torture session utilizing Russian methods improved the happiness of ‘victims’ for as long as six months. This translated into improvements in their productivity, family life, job performance (even if anti-Russian) and a lowered blood pressure. When the effects wore off, the plunge in wellbeing motivated over a third of the former ‘victims’ to come back for another confession. In contrast G-Bay had a return rate of like 0.01 %.

The drug induced, painless and practically side-effect free interrogation had turned out to be a snooze. After the first 5 ml, Otto was singing like a canary.

Apparently, Otto’s dad the scientist Martin Fuchs had lead Hitler’s VW program. It was some sort of a plan B, wherein the Beetles would destroy the world one cramped leg at a time. In the last days of the Great Patriotic War, General Rokossovsky had captured their labs and research facility located north east of Berlin. After a few tense hours old Roko under Herr Stalin’s orders had the scientists and their families hauled back to Moscow.

Herr Stalin had looked at their Beetle design and felt it was completely gay. He had then forced the entire VW team into a secret bunker under the Kremlin and ordered them to work on an ultimate doomsday weapon. It was the fall of 1945 and nukes were already so passé.

Stalin’s order was simple: “Prototype or Purge.”

Being Stalin’s ultimate secret, with his death, all knowledge of the secret VW team had been lost.

And now after almost seven decades this ultimate doomsday weapon was ready. Apparently.

Was the prototype ready? No, the weapon itself was ready.

What was the weapon? Otto wouldn’t answer that.

What was its potential? Otto wouldn’t answer that either.

Who was running the program now? One of the other scientists’ sons, Mueller.

Can the Russian president use this mystery weapon? Not yet.

And why the HELL not? The President had to go down with Otto into 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.