NationStates Jolt Archive

'8:05 am: Subject 490 steps out of apartment, she proceeds down Lenin Avenue towards the bus stop... She waits....The Bus arrives 8:12 am. Note: 3 Cigouriva agents are already on board the bus.... Subject 490 is out of C.A Turi's site...... 8:14 am Cigouriva moves in on the Apartment block....End of Notes'

A tall thin man in his early 30's put his pen and notebook away. He wore a plain black, zip up jacket and grey tousers and scruffy brown hair. He was standing in Lenin Avenue a large wide four laned road though no cars were to be seen (cars are a rare luxury in Bulgislavia) A small green van pulled up on the otherside of the road opposite the apartment. The small green van had blacked out windows. A group made up of about 5 men jumped out of the back of the van and proceeded into the apartment. The man in the black jacket moved quickly across the road to meet the group.

"Comrade Turi anything noteworthy to report?" said the leader of the group a well built man with a thick black maustache. he was going bald, probably in his alte 40's"

The man in the black jacket replied "Just the usual daily routine, nothing out of the ordinary"

"Well lets get this job done" the leader herded the other 4 men into the apartment, Turi followed in. The apartment looked Identicle to all the other's lining the wide avenue. It was a plain block shape with a row of windows leading up 11 stories high. A protrait of a happily smilling Provoçe was stuck above the entrace to each of the apartments.

The men marched hastly up the stairs until they reached a door on the 6th floor. They inserted a metal object into the door's key hole which picked hte lock and opened the door. The men quickly eneterd the apartment unit and removed every light switch in the house. Agent Turi slowly walked around the apartment with his note book

'8:20 am Cigouriva begin work bugging the apartment of Subject 490. She is pressumibly at the Palace of Culture rehersing for the Comrade Alia's 38th Birthday..... Apartment is plain, nothing out of the ordinary, Portrait is Provoçe sits on the western wall above the dining room table, is in good condition' Turi continued to walk around taking notes

'Is in posession of the national news paper, nothing noteworthy in the lounge....... Bedroom contains double bed, plain white sheets..... Cupbord is clean, contains no objectionable material'

"Turi our men are done, we moved the equipment to the Apartment above" said the boss of the group the big, balding man

"Where did the original occupants go?" said Turi

"We have spare units in apartment 68 on Provoçe Boulavard, we have planned this operation for 5 months now Turi. We told the occupants thier neighbors have reported bug infestation and the party has set up a new apartment for them which is also closer to both thier work places, for the inconvenience we offered compensation they moved out last week, the apartment is all yours for the investigation"

"Thank you comrade Petrescu"

The group of men fitted back the light switches and closed the door re-lokcing it with the metal mechanism. Turi proceeded up the staircase and walked into the new Cigouriva apartment it was completely empty besides a table with an old 90's computer and a number of other techonological survalence equipment. 2 TV screens were showing images of the front entrace of the apartment and another view of Lenin Avenue

Turi investiagted the apartment. It had a portrait of Provoçe fixed to the western wall of the apartment. just then the lights flickered off. The entire city had just suffered one of the usual daily powercuts. Turi walked over to the kitchen counter. todays news paper the "Voice of the People" was folded neatly on the counter. A note read "Some reading for you duing you Assignment - signed Captain Petrescu"

Turi picked up the news paper the front page just stated the "Evil Nature of the newest embargo on Bulgislavia made by the One World Alliance country" His eyes then moved down to another article prasing Provoçe's hard work and dedication in giving every Bulgislavian a rich life. Turi put the news paper back down and sat at the table and pulled out his notebook he wrote a new entry

8:50 - C.A Turi has moved into the Cigouriva apartment. Subject 490's apartment is completely bugged, the next phase in the operation is active. So far Subject 490 has committed no crimes against the state, Cigouriva still suspect secret subversive activity - Reason: Subject 490 is to perform in the west in June, State must decide if she is trusting enough to allow a travel permit to the west'

PALACE OF CULTURE 9 am ...................................................................

Marta Nishani the star of the Bulgislavian State Ballet Company was dancing gracefully on the stage, The Hall was very dark (The powercut darkened the Hall)

"Marta your going to practice in these conditions, can you even see the floor?" jokes another Ballet Dancer walking down the rows of seats in the hall

"Elena I go to the west in June I have to perform at my best all the time, In June we show the world how fine our Ballet Company and out state is" replied Marta stepping off the stage

"Just remember they havent approved our permits yet, they will wait probably till the end of May before we know for sure, In the meantime our focus is Comrade Alia's Birthday but its to dark here, lets take a break until the lights come back on"

The two woman walked out of the Hall and into a foyer. It was a large marble lobby with coulms and grand windows letting light from the day shine into the foyer.

"Come on over here" Said Elena leading Marta to a lounge room where the other Ballet dancer were

"So what do you make of the Embargo?" questions Elena

"Just the typical behaviour of the western nations.... The accuse us of being hostile"

"And what of Comrade President's Provoçe's actions in handling it?"

"Well its really out of his control isnt it? I mean they ban goods from coming into the country... What more can Comrade President Provoçe do? I dont really like Oranges anyway but i'll miss the taste of Banana's"

"Well Marta i'll be right back... wait here"
Elena walked out of the lounge and back into the Hall. she walked back stage to where all her belongings were stored in a small bleak room. She rumaged around in her bag for a small notebook and a pen and wrote in a new entry

'9:12 am Subject 490 appears to support Bulgislavia in the Embargo and believes its the typical belligerant nature of the western nations, She is sad to know Banana's will no longer be sold in Bulgislavia, Appears not to be to phased by the conditions of the Embargo, Notes to be reported to C.A Turi by 5 pm.... Meeting place to be Kasedaçe Park'

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Turi was sitting on a park bench next to a cold concrete footpath which curled around the park's red rose beds. He was writting more notes

'5pm informer Elena due to arrive, containing todays notes on Subject 490.....5:03 pm Informer Elena insight'

The thin, short ballet dancer, Elena sat on the bench next to Turi. She was wearing a warm, brown, fur coat with a fur hat

"I have the infromation C.A Turi..... what now" Elena passed Turi a brown manila folder containing a couple of pages of notes

"Good work Informer Elena..... You know what this means for you, It means you've earnt yourself a permit to perform in the west this June"

A large grin of relief and happiness spread across Elena's thin, pale face

"I do have one question for you though"

"Yes C.A Turi?" said Elena cautiously

"You were so eager for this job to ensure your exit permit......Why were you so eager?"

"It's been my dream to perform in the west, to see other lands, make my country proud" Elena's smile was now gone she was a bit worried

"You realize the consequences your family faces should you choose not to return?"

"I......" Elena dropped her head

"Think about your actions and what path you are going to take. Are you for our cause? are you for this revolution...... You mother is quite sick you know.... She didnt want you to know, She maybe has till December. make her last year on this earth happy"

"WHAT!? No my mother is fine!" Elena said in shock

"Dear Elena, we are Cigouriva we know everything. Dont defect, you will perform in the west, make your mother proud then spend the last months of her life beside her, looking after her"

Elena was now on the verge of tears

"Go home to your mother, you have done well.... Remember you still work for us until this investigation of subject 490 is over" Turi pulled out his notebook as Elena left the bench silently weeping

'5:08 pm Informant Elena hands C.A Turi files on Subject 490, Elena is given news of her mothers illness, Possible furture defector? I Recomend keeping an eye on Informant Elena, Also recoment ending her dancing carreer after the June Tour'

Turi was now back at the Cigouriva apartment unit directly above Marta Nishani's (Subject 490). He was sitting at the desk of equipment with headphones on listening through with the bug's in the light switch.
He then began typing on the old 90's style computer of what he heard.

'6:45 pm Subject 490 is home, she is humming the Bulgislavian Workers Hym.... 6:50 pm Subject 490 turns on the TV, the current program is the re-run of Comrade President Provoçe's visit to inspect the demolition of center of Creçea. Subject 490 appears calm and content........ 7 pm the phone rings'
Turi picked up a phone attached to the equipment and pushed a button which said "phone tap" next to it, with that he could hear right into thier conversation on the phone

"Marta, this is a Cigouriva agent here, we are going to arrest you"

"What! Ion is that you!? you idiot dont even joke what do you want?"

"hahaha ok I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?"

"Hmmm well if you didnt joke about stuff like that i'd say I was free tonight, god are you stupid?"

"Ok, ok i'm sorry I wont do it again, Look I've been saving this bottle of Gretov for a while now, I was wondering if I could come over and we can drink it?"

"Gretov? really I mean Just because its our national beverage it doesnt mean all Bulgislavian's like the stuff"

"Marta...C'mon please?"

"Ok come over straight away then"

"Hahahhahaha"

"Ion whats so funny?"

"Well you say all this stuff as if your not interested in me then you go and say something like 'come over straight away' obviously you want me"

"Do you want to come over or not?"

"Ok I'm on my way"

The phones all hang up. Turi pushed a button on the equipment. A tape had recorded the whole conversation, Turi removed the tape and put it in an envelope and wrote on it 'Phone Conversation #1 23 Feb 2008' then he wrote on the computer

'7:06 pm Subject 490 recieves phone call from Love interest? Ion. Ion jokes about being Cigouriva on the phone....... Recomend keeping light survelance on Ion. Subject 490 does not approve of Ion's joke about being Cigouriva on the phone. Conversation suggests Both Subjects have had prior contact...intimate?..... Ion is bringing bottle of Bulgislavian Gretov to the apartment'

Turi looked at the small TV screen looking at the Apartment entrace a view of Lenin Avenue. Ion arrived in a shabby looking box shaped car, a typical Soviet era eastrern european car probably over 20 to 30 years old. Ion was dressed in a plain white top, black trousers and black shoes. Turi wrote all this down on the computer.

'8 pm Ion Çeau will now be reffered to a 490.A. 490.A enters apartment and reaches Subject 490's unit at 8.03 pm. 490 recieves 490.A both proceed into the living room.....8.45 pm the Bottle of Gretov is entirly consumed by both 490 and 490.A.... Presumably have a night of intimate relations? end of notes'

Turi then printed out what he had and placed it in a large brown folder. He also grabbed the other print outs for the day and Elena's folder and piled them up, it made quite a stack for just one day of survelence. He rapped one strip of red tape around it and stamped a stamp on it saying
'490 C.A Turi'

Turi then stood up and moved to the kitchen. Cigouriva had fully stocked the kitchen with foodstuffs many regular Bulgislavian's could only dream of. Turi helped himself to a wholesome Ham sandwhich and a nice cup of coffee, He then staired over to the western wall with the portrait of provoçe fixed on it and staired into the smiling face of the Nations leader.

Next he walked over to the window and looked out from his 8th floor Cigouriva apartment. He couldnt see over the other apartment but he saw the wide empty avenue with Ion's clapped out car parked on the side of the road. It was a desolate and empty street, Provoçe's face beamed down from the portraits on the front of each of the apartment entraces

Turi then retired for the night, though he wasnt really permitted to do so he figured a couple of hours of sleep wouldnt do much harm before some one would come to take the next shift

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Turi rolled over on the single bed in the Cigouriva apartment, he slowly woke up, his eyes were heavy, he rubbed them and looked around. the Apartment was pitch black. He moved out of the bed stumbling around the room and looked out the window. The rest of the street was completely blacked out, even the street lights werent working
'another powercut, must of happend when i was asleep' he though

Turi felt his way around the room and out into the kitchen and then into the main room where the equipment was. ofcourse it would be of no use now. Turi recalled his superiors announce at a Cigouriva meeting a couple of months ago that they were working on inbuilt batteries on all Cigouriva equipment to allow them to spy even in powercuts but it was obvious the work had come to nothing....at least not at the present time.

Turi walked towards the window looking over the street, he wouldnt be able to get bak to sleep now that he was up. he had no idea what the time was. the small digital clock in the bedroom was obviously not working and he didnt own a wrist watch. Then he saw headlights in the shadows of the dark street below of a Black van, it pulled up next to one of the apartment across the street. 1 man got out of the vehicle then entered one of the apartments. minutes passed.

Turi guessed that the man was a Cigouriva agent as well working on an investigation in that apartment.

Turi sat in the darkness of the empty dinning room only sitting at the desk with the un-operational equipment. Then the door behind him opened.

"C.A Turi? I'm C.A Bashkim4 i'm taking this shif until you take over at 12 Midday"

Turi startled and turned quickly, the room was pitch black but a figure of a tall thin man, emerged closer, close enough to make him out a bit better. The man turned on a torch

"You are C.A Turi right?"

"Oh sorry, Um Yes you got the right place" replied Turi

"Great, so I guess you can go to your home now, I'll take over" said Agent Bashkim

"hmmm not like your gonna get much out of this though, not until the powercut is over" Turi started towards the door and left the apartment

Turi felt his way down the stairs, he was as quiet as possable. Finally he stepped out of the small foyer out intot he dark street.It was extremely cold. A Black van was waiting for Turi on the side of the road

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"Comrade Turi, over here!"

Turi climbed into the front seat of the car, The driver started the van and began moving down the Avenue

"Comrade you dont mind doing a little overtime do you?" asked the driver

"Why do you ask?" said Turi confused

The driver geaustured to the back compartment, Turi looked where there was a man passed out in the back, he was blindfolded and his hands were bound behind his back, he wore old shabby cloths

"You need an interrogator?" asked Turi annoyed at such an inconvenient thought

"Look your one of the best, besides all the other Interrogators are actually either out in the city or already interrogating in Leseçearno"

"Ok fine i'll do it, but whats with the crackdown, whats going on?" asked Turi

"We have been watching a number of people you know? The most on survelence since the early 90's. the people are hmmm I guess a little more misguided lately"

The black van drove around the city's wide Boulavards and Avenue's passing the identicle Soviet style apartment block, The city layout was very symetrical that even Provoçe boasted on a number of occasions that if you put a Mirror down the middle of the city map it would be exactly the same as if you didnt have a mirror down the middle.

evetually the Van stopped where both Turi and the driver showed thier Cigouriva identity cards to some Guards, minding the entrance to Leseçearno the dreaded Cigouriva headquarters.

The van moved down the dark alley. Leseçearno had a backup Generator. it was vital that Leseçearno was always lit and had power, how else would you expect to electricute the suspected enemies of the state.

The Driver and Turi got out of the car.
"Comrade Turi, wait in the interrogation room, I'll bring the prisoner in"

Turi walked into the compound. The souless, cold corridors scared even him, despite his experience as a Cigouriva agent and his previous work in "interrogation" the empty, colourless walls, cold hard floors, the magnified noises of step's echoeing down the halls. It always managed to make the hairs on the back of Turi's neck stand.

He proceeded down the hall, series of red light's were lined along the side of the left wall. Turi made his way around the network of empty corridors until he reached an Interrogation room. He walked in. A one sided mirror was on the right hand wall, An empty chair sat against the back wall with a portrait of Provoçe on both ends of the room. Turi took his seat in the chiar at the far end of the small room.

The lighting was quite dim they were afterall only on limited power. Before Turi was a pencil and a yellow notebook. Just then the door opened. A Cigouriva Guard walked the drowsy prisoner into the room. he was still blindfolded. his mouth quivered with fear. The guard sat the prisoner down on the chair, the blind fold was removed.

"p...please I have don nothing....I..." the prisoner was interupted by Turi

"Talk only when you are instructed to talk......Let us begin then, Guard?"
forcefully spoke Turi in an emotionless tone he put on just for the occasion

The guard handed Turi some papers about the prisoner, Latest Cigouriva findings and reports.

"It appears Mr Ilesca that you have been found in possession of a Romanian News Paper, That you have also listened to illegal broadcasts on the Day 15th February 2008 and that you attempted to write subversive literature in your spare time.... You violated Law 12, 45 and 44, the maximum penalty for these crimes against the state is 25 years in a labour camp"

"No please I...."

The Cigouriva guard smaked the prisoner around the head forcefully

"Did i not tell you that you are to speak only when spoken too?..... Now The state is now in posession of 3 of your subversive texts However the report mentions you wrote 4 others, where are they? what have you dont with them? do you realize the distribution of subversive texts carries the death penalty? did you not think of the consequences of your actions? answer?"

"Please I wrote them for me only, not for anybody else....I ..... They just wanted to see.... I"

"Even writing them for your own personally enjoyment is a crime against the state, The Report notes the most subversive text about the Comrade President in which you wrote about his small stature as small as "chicken shit" and that he carried excesive weight well the rest of Bulgislavia starved!?"

The prisoner put his hands over his face, he began to quetly weep, The guard smacked him over the head again

"Tell me who else saw your texts and where are the rest of them?"

"My friends know of them, they are Allescu, Mitrov and Çeska"

"Thank you for co-operation but you had know idea Allescu was an Informant for Cigouriva, he did his patriotic duty of denounce you to us. You crimes are quite extreme you realize you face quite tragic consequences..... Was your wife involved?"

"No please she had nothing to do with this" the prisoner pleaded

"You wife becuase of you will have to be monitored now, I'm afraid you endangered her, In accordance witht he laws of our Peoples Republic you will be convicted of the crimes committed by you. We will extract the location of all your subversive texts, Currently your other writtings are on their way to the ovens, You'll be thier soon"

With that the man was dragged from his seat, he kicked about slowly
"please no!" the guard punched him in the face and pulled him to his feet and led out of the room.

Captain Petrescu came in to the room

"Good work Comrade Turi, Would you like to be there when we extract where the other texts are?"

"Hmmm I cant handle the smell of singeing skin on that heating Iron or what ever that tool is... You still you that old tool right?" said Turi

"haha Leseçearno hasnt changed since the 60's we still use the old methods but with more technology now... Well you can go back to your apartment now Turi, You know your well on your way to making Captain soon"

Turi walked out of the room and down the network of empty, cold corridors. He made it outside where a Cigouriva in a small silver car offered him a ride to his apartment.

The car drove around the network of wide Avenues again. The driver was a new recruit

"Comrade, How long does it take before informer's make Agents? and then interrogators?"

"You want to follow this as a carreer? well depending on your loyalty and dedication it can be noticed quickly then you can proceed" said Turi

"Your not a captain yet right? do you want to make Captain?"

"Hmmm I'm not bothered. I didnt pledge my life for this service just so I can get ahead. I do this job to Protect my country and leader, dont worry about getting ahead. What you want to make General Secretary of the Workers Party of something?"

"I could never match up to Comrade President Provoçe" said the young driver

Eventually the car stopped at the apartment. The street lights flickered and returned to life. The powercut finished. Turi made his way up the steps into larger apartment then the ones he was stationed at looking over "subject 490" The apartment was quite retro in its design with old 1970's style wall paper. A Provoçe portrait was again fixed to the wall. Turi made his way to his double bed in the bedroom and slumped onto it and rested peacefully for the rest of the night

Turi slowly woke to the sound of a buzzing digital alarm clock to the side of the bed, He smacked a button on it to shut the old clock up and rose out of bed. It was 7 am.

Turi walked into the lounge and looked out of the window, His flat was on the 11th floor. Looking down on the street the occasional old box cars would pass by. He could see some young school children wearing the uniform ALL children had to wear of the plain white top, black trousers (or skirts) black shoes and a red neckerchief around thier neck which would hang down around thier chests. they were marching in a line on thier way to school singing Bulgislavian Hyms and slogans.

Turi fixed himself some breakfast then after went out of his apartment. He was feeling quite dissapointed, or depressed he couldnt put his finger on what he felt but it was in the back of his head bugging him. Was he dissolusion with his job, country or Provoçe!?

Its not the first time he has felt like this but whenever he did feel like this a walk around Terrevesti's landmarks seemed to clear all his doubts out.

Turi stepped out of the apartment and into the cold, clear day. He was wearing a thick warm coat which was quite long, down to his knees. He walked down his wide street..........

It was not 7:40 and Turi was standing in the opening of the "Workers Victory Boulavard" which oepend up into a Grand massive public square In the center was a extremely high statue probably 13 meters high Of Provoçe rasing one hand in the air as if he was being handed the sky. On the otherside of the square was Provoçe Palace and the Seat of Power the "Hall of the Party" It was the largest building in the country.

Totally symetrical it was a grand palace with a balcony near the middle that could view over the Square. The square was called "Provoçe Square"

No ordinary citizen was ever allowed inside the palace but scenes of it were often shown on TV.

Turi made his way to the Grand Provoçe Statue and read the base of it where engraved in a plaque read

"Dedicated to the great Helmsman of Bulgislavia who has sacrificed his life for his people"

Spread out across the square were groups of ordinary citizens walking and some guards which monitored and patrolled the neighborhoods with thier military caps with the red star on the front.

Turi went to the side of the square to the shops.
Some people were in a line waiting to enter the shop for scarce goods.

Turi was in need of some Toilet paper, Milk, toothpaste and some Bread. He wondered to himself if he would be permitted to take this stuff from the fully stocked Cigouriva apartment which he was stationed but then decided against it and he joined the queue

While waiting in the line he overheard some voices
"You know over 60 years of communism and we still havnt sorted out the shortages...Incredable!"

"Provoçe look's happy and fat does he know what we have to deal with!?"

"No, no ofcourse he doesnt, Like all dictators he's surrounded himself with colourless, 'Yes men' they wouldnt dare tell him the truth in fear of thier jobs"

"Hmph still its rediculous it shouldnt exonerate him"

Turi looked over at the 2 men and then went back into the line. Petty talk like that was illegal but it was far too widespread to fully keep under control

Turi then leaned out of the line and spoke to the 2 men

"Are you guys mad? do you know how stupid you are for talking like that in a place like this? shut you mouths and deal with it, Pissing around and complaining are what people from the west do!" with that Turi leaded back against the shop wall

The two men shut thier mouths though they looked very unhappy.

Finally an hour passed Turi was in the store. The shelves were mostly filled with bottled water as they didnt want completely empty shelves and Bottled water was a common commodity not in short supply.

"Do you have these items at the moment?" asked Turi to the shop assisatnt showing her a list of the items he needed

"oh sorry we only have Toothpaste and Milk in at the moment, Toilet paper ran out an hour ago and the Bread went a couple of minutes ago, If you need food comrade your entitled to 250 grams at the Rationing Depot"

"I'll just take the Milk and Toothpaste" Turi brought the goods and left the store

It was now 9:11 am the line outside the shop was now longer. They were mainly elderly people It was said a grandparent was one of the most important members of the family as they had the time to wait in the lines to enter shops.

Turi made his way to his apartment, he placed his 2 goods on his kitchen table and put the milk in the fridge and the toothpast in a cuboard under the sink in the bathroom.

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Turi waited outside his apartment waiting for the black van ready to take him to the Cigouriva apartment above "Subject 490"

The van approached and parked where Turi stepped in

"Comrade Turi how are you today?"

"Fine, yourself?" replied Turi

"hmmm annoyed I mean all we have really been dealing with lately are just private, backtalking against the state, Those cases are always boring"

"Yeah I know what you mean but that sort of thing is really out of our control. However if thats the worst were pulling into Leseçearno then I'd say the system in safe and secure, We should be thankful we arent pulling in terrorists, demonstrators, aggitators... All the enemies we faced in the 90's"

"I suppose your right Turi.... Hows your asignment on Subject 490?"

"She appears to be a loyal patriot of the state, I suspect she will be worthy enough to recieve an Approved Travel Permit to the west in June" said Turi

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The Black van stopped at Matra's apartment building. Turi quickly stepped out and eneterd the apartment walking up to the 8th floor Cigouriva apartment.

"Comrade Bashikim I'm hear to take over, anything to report?" said Turi as he enetred the apartment

"He boyfriend is quite the aggitator" replied Bashkim

"Why? whats going on?" said Turi walking over to the equipment

"Well basically filled 490's head with bulshit, problems with the system, the cult of personality of the Comrade President...."

"Well we cant act on it, otherwise it would blow out cover. Make his work assign him extra hours that way he wont have much time with 490, After her tour in the west arrest him, we dont want to act before then we dont want to make an enemy of her" said Turi

"Verywell i'll give the files to Leseçearno" Bashkin took a breifcase and left the apartment

Turi put on the headphone's and listened through the bug's
Marta was alone at the moment then she picked up the phone. Turi pushed hte tap button and picked up his phone. he listened in on the beeps as she punched in a number

"Hello I would like front row tickets to a performance this evening, 2 seats please... This is Marta......"

Turi wrote on the computer her booking of 2 tickets

'Subject 490 book's 2 tickets to a theatre performance this evening presumably the 2nd ticket is for Subject 490.A'

For the rest of the evening Turi just listed her plans. He wrang the Factory Ion worked at instucting them to make him work 3 hours overtime so that he would miss the theatre performance with Marta. Evening came. Turi was instructed to go to the theatre and view the performance while spying on Marta.

Turi left the apartment he wanted to get to the Theatre early before Marta. She took the bus, she didnt own a car of here own. Turi took a black van organized for him.
Soon he arrived at the theatre. President Provoçe was also to attend along with Comrade Alia, Provoçe's successor. Turi was assigned to sit in a box seat. There he could have a view of the whole theatre

The theatre soon began to fill slowly

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Provoçe and his entourage of party officials even Alia was with Provoçe. They sat on a grand box raised directly opposite the stage with a perfect view. Turi could see the Comrade President. This was the first time in his life he saw the president in person his eyes were fixed in amazement

He imagined a happy man, with a moderate height as was the image put across on the TV. Also the TV and officlai photographs seemed to remove al lines in his face giving the illusion Provoçe never aged.

Turi inspected President Provoçe. He was significantly shorter then the entourage which shocked Turi, His face was quite wrinkled and he almost had a double chin which was NEVER shown on tv or in photographs

Turi thought to himself
'this is our comrade President? it cant be it must be his double...could it, Think Turi you know better, Its common knowledge... Provoçe is a dictator its what these meglomaniacle men do, I decided long ago to do this work for the security of the state and our system not Provoçe'

Turi looked at Provoçe some more. He was geausturing to the grand chandelier in the cealing and then to the seats.

Turi then turned to Marta in the front row. she looked worried probably waiting for Ion to show up. Turi pulled out his notebook he was about to write about the behaviour of Marta and then hesitated and wrote

'Nothing noteworthy Subject 490 is anxious to the whereabouts of Subject 490.A, she watched the show for the rest of the night'

Tonight Turi decided to take a break from his work and enjoy the show.

The chandeleier dimmed and then finally turned off. The red curtains opened up and lights shinned on the back screen to reveal the Hall of the Party. dozens of people on stage were merrily skipping towards the end of the stage waving a bouquet of red flowers above thier heads some people in the back were waving 2 flags, The flag of the Bulgislavian Workers Party and the Flag of Bulgislavia. The music was an old Party Song from the 60's which was blaring out from around the theatre.

It was a happy tune with a strong womans voice singing, Basically translated to "Bulgislavia is with, Provoçe, Bulgislavia marches, In the morning when the sun rises we raise our fists to you, Provoçe....."

Then a woman emerged in the middle who was singing, the rest of the stage which was all dressed in the National costume kneeled down on thier knee's facing the main singer

The lights focused on her and she sang the hym with the rest of the Kneeling stage giving backup voices. Then they stood. and the stage transformed quickly into a construction site with the Construction workers with thier small communist caps, standing in a row with thier fists up to thier faces with the main singer again showing in the light in the center.

The show was about the rise to power of Provoçe in 1962 and Bugislavia's glorious achievements in all fields up to the present time. When it was time to show the section of the performance set in 1989-1991 it showed the "Patriotic Comrades of Bulgislavia" pushing back the western- anti-communist revolutions taking place in the rest of Europe at that time except in Bulgislavia

The Performance ended Everone stood and clapped and applauded the performance with all performers giving a bow and then forming the fisted salute to Provoçe in the top Presidential Box. Provoçe then gave a friendly wave down to the performers and gave a fisted salute back to them.

Turi left the theatre, Marta was not far ahead. He followed her as far as the end of the street and then waited and watched Marta dissapear into the dark further up the road. Not that long after the Black Van came to collect Turi

"Anything to report Comrade?" asked the driver

"Nothing at all, I really think we are wasting our time with this case, nothing indicates that she would defect, she has a love life here and she loves our culture, arts she is a perfect example of a Bulgislavian patriot she would do nothing to discredit her country" said Turi as he got into the car

"I called C.A Bashkim to take you shift for the rest of tonight as well as his usual time, Your going to Leseçearno" said the driver

"Leseçearno!? why there?" asked Turi in shock

"Comrade Petrescu wants to see you, thats all I know and that you are to go o his office, I'm taking you thier now"

The black van drove around the deserted streets passing the occasional car. Eventually the car came to the Cigouriva compound where it was introduced in after both the men showed thier Cigouriva ID.

Turi stepped back into the cold and empty halls and made his way up a couple of flights of stairs. A portrait of Provoçe was fixed to the walls opposite the staircase so it was always there to greet you and it was always the first thing you saw when heading up to the next level.

Then Turi moved into a large wooden door with the sign

"Captain Petrescu" on the door

Turi entered, Petrescu was looking over some files then looked up to see Turi

"Take a seat Agent Turi. We have something to discuss" said Petrescu with no emotion

"Oh? whats that Captain?" said Turi now a bit worried he did the wrong thing without realizing

"You have been with us since 1995, a loyal servant of the state, The best in your field, You've been recognized. I'd like to present you with the oppourtunity to become Captain, how does that sound?" said Petrescu again with not much emotion

"So what does this mean for me in the overall picture? What will my pay be? what will my main job be?" said Turi, slightly relieved he wasnt in any trouble

Petrescu replied
"Well firstly you will work here, you will get your own office, We have decided to put you in charge of Training the new Agents, You will spend most of the day in the Leacture Hall's training new Cigouriva Agents and your pay will increase dont worry"

"Thank you Comrade, I accept the Promotion" said Turi

with that Turi was instructed to go home and have tomorrow off where he would come back into work the next day with a new office he was also taken off the case involving subject 490, that case was to be taken over by Bashkim

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