"Sir, are you alone? Can I sit here? A Soviet beauty smiled softly at British Major General Hermann Rudker, who was sitting alone in a bar. Herman's eyes looked straight at the Miaoling woman in front of him, and he instantly felt his blood gushing. He salivated: "Your figure is amazing, I especially want to take a set of pictures for you..."
On September 16, 1966, British Rear Admiral Hermann Rudeck habitually walked into the "Left Bank" nightclub. Since he was transferred to a key position at NATO Command three months ago, he has been here almost every night in search of thrills. This is perhaps his biggest hobby besides work.
The hall was crowded, and the dance floor was full of red men and green women in different poses. Herman shook the wine glass in his hand as he looked back around, searching for his target.
Suddenly, a crisp and pleasant tone sounded behind him: "Is Mr. alone?" Can I sit here? Herman quickly turned around. In front of him, a blonde girl with a perfect figure stood in front of him with a graceful posture.
Herman immediately got up, gentlemanly helped the girl to set up a chair, asked her to sit down, and the two began to talk. The girl said her name was Irna Claire, and Herman politely introduced herself. Soon they were free of restraint and talked happily.
When Herman talked about how much she liked people photography, Irna's eyes lit up, and she asked Herman shyly: "Mr. Major General, your photography must be very beautiful, I don't know if I can be your model, please help me take a set of photos?" Herman said impatiently: "Great, your figure is amazing, I especially want to take a set of pictures for you." You, you..." Herman seemed to want to say something, but he raised his glass without saying anything, and the two of them drank the wine in the glass.
Subsequently, Herman invited Irna to dance, and Irna happily handed him her hand. The two felt closer to each other in the beautiful dance music. At the end of the song, Herman tentatively asked Irna: "Would you like to come to my place tonight to take pictures?" Irna looked a little surprised, hesitated for a while, but still said shyly: "Great, I just have no other arrangements tonight, but not to you, come to my house." Herman felt his blood boiling.
Soon, the two arrived at Irna's house. After briefly cleaning up, Herman began to take pictures of Irna. To say that Herman does have some talent for photography, the choice of shooting angle is also full of reverie. But the photo pose posed by Irna is even more masterful, and every movement is both subtle and makes Herman's blood gushing, which is difficult to control.
In this way, Herman fell into Irna's gentle country inextricably. The next morning, Herman reluctantly left Ilna, and when he left, he repeatedly made an appointment with Erna to come back in the evening. Irna nodded shyly.
In the evening, Herman arrived at Irna's apartment as promised. He knocked lightly on the door of the apartment, and soon the door opened. But to Herman's surprise, it was not Irna who opened the door, but two strange men. Just as Herman was still wondering if he had made a mistake, two men dragged him into the apartment and closed the door.
The man told Herman bluntly that they were KGB agents, and the scene of his tryst with Irna was filmed by them. He handed Herman a large stack of intimate photos of him and Irna and told him that their request was simple, requiring only him to provide copies of several documents. Herman felt that these documents were not very important at all, so he agreed. The parties agreed to deliver the next day in a street park.
Herman thought that the delivery would be completed as soon as possible and everything would be fine to get the photos back, but he never imagined that this was just the beginning of everything.
A week later, when the two men approached Herman again and showed him the footage of him handing documents to people in the park, Herman realized that he had become a pawn of the KGB.
In this way, in order to preserve his image and status, Herman again and again provided high-level classified information within NATO to the KGB. It includes the deployment of NATO troops, the routes for replenishing arms, the oil pipeline system on the European continent, accurate maps of nuclear mine arrays, and top-secret information on the Sidewinder air-to-air missile and F-104 fighter.
In 1967, NATO moved from France to Belgium. Herman still had to follow the KGB's instructions every day, doing what he didn't want to do, and he was very irritable. Plus he also harbors deep guilt for his country. Gradually, Herman's spirit almost collapsed.
The KGB basically obtained everything it wanted, and seeing that he could not get more valuable information from Herman, he thought of killing people.
On October 8, 1968, Herman was told to meet at the hunting ground, and he also wanted to break free from the shackles that had bound him, so he put his Mauser shotgun in the back seat of the car and went to the appointment on time.
Around 3 p.m., nearby farmers heard a gunshot. Soon after, Herman's body was found lying next to his car, with his Mauser shotgun thrown beside him.
As the saying goes, flies don't sting seamless eggs. Herman went from being a high-spirited British major general to an outcast of the KGB, in just a single thought. Because of his own "defects", he not only betrayed the interests of the country, but also invited the scourge of murder, and it must be said that he is also to blame.
Herman's experience also profoundly warns those who hold important positions that they must know how to keep themselves clean, strengthen their faith, and not give the enemy an opportunity. In this way, we can defend the country to the maximum extent and preserve ourselves.
