Sergei Tretyakov (intelligence Officer) - Death and Allegations of Foul Play

Death and Allegations of Foul Play

Although Tretyakov died on June 13, 2010, his death was not announced until July 9, 2010. In July 2010, Tretyakov's wife cited cardiac arrest as the probable cause of death and strongly denied the foul play speculations voiced in the media while calling his death quite unexpected. According to the Florida medical examiner's report, Tretyakov died after choking to death on a piece of meat; a cancerous tumor was also found in his colon.

Some Russian commentators construed Russia's prime minister Vladimir Putin's comments about the ultimate fate that is bound to befall "traitors" made on July 24, 2010, while talking to reporters about the members of the 'Illegals Program', as a thinly veiled allusion to Tretyakov's death.

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