What impressed me most was that I carefully examined a large number of personal letters written to Soviet athletes and marked those suspicious letters in front of "officials" (a KGB guy). To my shame, I didn't find this task criminal (just disgusting) because I accepted that they were foreign spies (so if you think you can't be brainwashed-think again). The rest are daily chores-playing around.
What impressed me most was that I carefully examined a large number of personal letters written to Soviet athletes and marked those suspicious letters in front of "officials" (a KGB guy). To my shame, I didn't find this task criminal (just disgusting) because I accepted that they were foreign spies (so if you think you can't be brainwashed-think again). The rest are daily chores-playing around.
I was doing my daily work when I suddenly found that the whole office was empty, only KGB staff were there. Finally, he told me that he was going to perform a task, and I had to look after the store myself for a while. This is unusual, but you can do it. Later, I found out that at that time, they were showing the newly released pornographic film Emanuel in the Olympic Village cinema, and KGB people ran to grab free gifts.
I was browsing the letters of athletes and found two letters addressed to olga korbut: one was that an admirer she had seen before proposed to her, and the other was that an immigrant from the Soviet Union whom she seemed to know invited her to dinner. I realized that if she hadn't reported these contacts to the KGB before, she might be in trouble. I like her very much, so I decided I'd better destroy these letters. Although the office was empty, I was still a little scared (like a criminal) when I tore these two letters into pieces and threw them into the toilet.
As soon as I got out of the bathroom (still nervous), the main phone rang. I picked up my gun and heard someone say loudly and slowly, "Valery Borzov will be shot today." "What?" "Valerie Bortsov will be shot today"-the caller repeated, and then hung up.
"These Canadians have an interesting sense of humor," I thought, and then I wandered around the empty office for a while. I didn't get any instructions about this possibility. I didn't know this threat should be taken seriously. But I still have an uneasy feeling, so I decided to tell this to a Canadian policeman who was sent near the office.