No. 11, Rubyanka Square, the headquarters of the KGB. .

Since 1920, the KGB's headquarters has been here, and now the KGB has been renamed the Russian Federation Security Agency, and its headquarters is still here.

A funeral farewell ceremony for a funeral is taking place in the auditorium of the KGB headquarters.

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

Strangely, it is because the people attending the farewell ceremony of the body have a very high status, but the number is too small.

The president was here, and the directors of the Russian Federation Security Bureau attended the meeting, and the directors of the branches below. In addition to the president and his escorts, there were less than ten people attending the farewell ceremony, but all of these people were the top officials in the KGB.

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

The other side of the coffin should be the location of the family, but there are no families and they are empty.

Four guards of honor stood on both sides of the coffin with their heads held high, and among them was the smiling Yarebin.

The military band played a low and sad music on one side, Tchaikovsky's Sixth Pathous Symphony Fourth Movement.

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

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

Puqin took a bouquet of flowers and placed it at the foot of the coffin, and then he stepped forward and stared at Yarebin in the coffin.

Looking at Yarebin's face, Puqin stared at the medals representing Yarebin's meritorious deeds. He stared for a moment, turned around, and walked to the top of the KGB officials waiting to present flowers.

"When I came here, I was like returning home. I knew some of the people who were spies. They were a group of people with unique qualities, beliefs and personalities. They were able to give up their original life, relatives, lovers, stay away from their hometowns, stay away from their homeland all year round, and devote their lives to the motherland. This is not something everyone can do. What we say goodbye to today is a great spy, a warrior who has given everything to the motherland."

He lowered his head slightly, Puqin said nothing, and he stepped aside.

Baskov was the second one to stand before the coffin with flowers. He put down the flowers and held the coffin and stared at Yarebin for a long time.

Baskov had no expression on his face. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when he looked at the calm face. Realizing that he had been staying for too long, Baskov turned around, lowered his head, and returned to his position.

Baskov was very excited and sad inside, but he was also happy for Yarebin. Puqin's attendance was something he did not expect. He thought it was just a secret funeral within the KGB, but he did not expect the president to come back.

The people attending the funeral presented flowers one by one, and Vasilyevich said in a low voice: "Cover the coffin!"

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

"Cover the national flag!"

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

The national flag was unfolded. At that moment, Baskov wanted to ask him to cover the national flag on his captain with his own hands, but when the national flag was unfolded, his heart seemed to be flooded with a bucket of ice water, which quickly gave up the idea.

Baskov felt ashamed of the national flag. He thought he was worthy of the black devil, but he really felt ashamed of the national flag, so he could not cover the flag with his own hands on the old man who had given everything for the national flag.

The guard of honor pulled the four corners of the national flag. When they were about to cover the national flag, Puqin suddenly walked out. He silently took a corner of the national flag from a guard of honor.

Vasilyevich took the second corner.

Baskov's feet were not moving at all. Puqin looked at Baskov, but Baskov shook his head gently and did not move his steps.

The third and fourth men walked out one after another. They pulled the national flag together with their president and finally covered the national flag on the coffin.

"Heaven's spirit!"

Four guards of honor carried the coffin up, and under the gaze of the military band, the coffin was brought to the hearse parked at the entrance of the auditorium under the gaze of the military band.

There should be family members sitting in the hearse, just on both sides of the coffin. Gao Yang should be allowed to sit in this position, but he cannot come.

Baskov did not hesitate this time, and he got into the hearse and sat down on one side of the coffin, while Vasilyevich, who was in a high position and powerful position, sat on the other side.

Baskov looked at his director in surprise, and Vasilyevich said with a serious expression: "He has no relatives, so let his successors see him off."

According to Russian tradition, pulling the hearse of the deceased will go to the places where he worked and lived during his lifetime and stay for a while.

This is the headquarters of the KGB, and Yarepin devoted his whole life here, so the hearse began to slowly drive in the headquarters of the KGB.

At the place where Jarebin had lived before, the hearse stopped. After a short stop, the hearse started again.

The hearse circled around the Kremlin for a week and drove to the Red Square.

The driving car stopped in front and moved away. The hearse that followed behind stopped, and only the hearse with Yarebin's coffin drove straight to the tomb of the unknown martyr.

"No one knows your name, your achievements will last forever."

Before the famous inscription, the hearse stopped for a moment.

There was no martial law, but the tourists were driven aside temporarily.

Baskov looked up and looked to the side. He could see the extremely surprised tourists, and then he saw Gao Yang.

Gao Yang was pushing a wheelchair, and the one sitting on the wheelchair was a hammer.

The hammer was wearing a black suit. He sat in a wheelchair and saluted the hearse, staring at the hearse without moving.

Gao Yang stood behind the wheelchair, and he was also wearing a black suit. He wore a medal on his left chest, which belonged only to the King of the Black Devil.

There were tears in Gao Yang's eyes, and he did his promise to Yarebin.

Gao Yang came to see him off for the old man who had been silently guarding him, to see him off for the old man who taught him too many things, and to see him off for the old man who treated him as his son.

All of Satan's people came, but they did not gather together, but were scattered everywhere to see off the old man they were familiar and respected.

No one of the Black Devils came except the hammer. They refused to waste time on the funeral such as a meaningless thing, even the funeral of Jarepin.

The hearse drove away from Red Square and continued to drive until it arrived at the New Saint Cemetery.

Today, the New Saint Cemetery is closed and not open, and no one is allowed to enter, except for a convoy that just entered.

When the hearse drove into the cemetery, it stopped and before a team of guards of honor.

This is not a state funeral.

But this is a strange funeral, because the highest level of the three-army honor guard can only be used at the funeral.

Before the guard of honor was a military band, the highest-level military band.

The specifications are wrong, and there are no journalists, and there are no obituaries, but the KGB in Russia is indeed having a strange funeral of the highest level for several days.

Four guards of honor lifted their coffins and walked slowly, escorted by the guard of honor of the three armies.

The military band started playing music. The music they played today was very unfamiliar because the music had not played for twenty-four years. Of course they would be unfamiliar because they were playing "Unbreakable Alliance".

Covering the national flag and playing the national anthem represents a demise country, belonging to Jarepin alone.

Not a state funeral.

It is also a state funeral. At this moment, Yarepin represents one country by one.

Before the coffin was delivered to the tomb, Puqin was already waiting here. Yes, he came to the cemetery because the funeral was not over yet.

Next was a memorial service, but after the guard of honor put down Yarebin's coffin, it was the last time to send a eulogy.

Here, of course, Puqin is the only one who can deliver the speech.

Puqin stood in front of the coffin, facing everyone, facing the audience with less than ten people, facing a huge military band, a huge guard of honor for the three armies. Although the place here is small, neither the military band nor the guard of honor can reach him.

Taking a deep breath, a low but loud voice rang out.

"He gave everything he had done to the Soviet Union.

He faces darkness and his back to light.

He embraced the darkness and protected the light.

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

The people he guards do not know his existence.

He and his loyal warrior were buried here.

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

He was the black devil of the Soviet Union.

His name is Yarebin Vasiliev."

Puqin slowly finished reading the eulogy.

This is the eulogy of Jarepin and will also be the epitaph of Jarepin.

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

After saying that, Puqin nodded slightly and walked to the side.

"Salute!"

The salute began to sound.

The salute was not over when it reached fifteen, seventeen, and nineteen.

The salute was fired twenty-one, the highest etiquette.

This is a strange funeral.

But it would not be surprising if it was a state funeral for a country and a country's people.

Cover the national flag, play the national anthem, and sound the salute.

Burned beside his comrades.

Jarepin got everything he wanted.

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

An era is over.

A legend has finished its curtain call.

An immortal hero went to his kingdom.
Chapter completed!