Struggle in Soviet Russia

Bosk Lebyshev did not ask what the information was, but he focused on Victor's face, and he had already asked the question.

This comrade Secretary is like this, he always uses his own way to ask things that he shouldn't ask.

"Vlasov has rebelled," Victor did not conceal it. After all, compared to such a piece of information, he needs Boskrebeshev more time to disclose information, and perhaps the big secret comrade is also with Vlasov. What is the husband's involvement, telling him the news in advance is also a good deal.

A simple answer immediately made the expression on Poskrebeshev's face serious.

He turned around and closed the door of the special place, and then made a please gesture to Victor.

"Are you sure?" Poskrebeshev asked in a low voice when he was sure that there was no one around.

"Very sure," Victor replied in a voice of the same size. "Our intelligence personnel have obtained an open letter from him. Now, this open letter, which is full of vicious slander and betrayal of the Alliance and Comrade Stalin, has been received by many Germans. Was published in the newspaper."

After a pause, Victor added: "Furthermore, this open letter was written by him on his own initiative, and was not influenced by the Germans. According to intelligence, he also attracted high-level German leaders because of the open letter he published. dissatisfied."

"Damn it!" Boskrebeshev whispered, then quickened his pace and said at the same time, "You wait a moment, I'll wake up Comrade Stalin, this terrible news... I have to let him eat something first. Antihypertensive medicine."

Victor nodded and slowed down.

"Thank you, Victor, this news of yours is very important to us," Poskrebeshev stopped abruptly when he reached the top of the stairs on the second floor. He turned his head, said to Victor, and then turned around. Quickly leave.

Comrade Stalin lacks security. His office actually has a gorgeous suite that can be used to rest, but he rarely rests in that room. Even where he rests every day, few people know, most of the time, maybe not in this office building.

Victor walked up to the second floor later, thinking about how to report the situation for a while, the possible reactions of Comrade Stalin and the questions he might ask. However, according to his guess, Comrade Stalin would probably not ask too much. The question, he will directly scold his mother in a rage.

Standing in the corridor, Poskrebeshev came out of a room on the east side of the corridor after waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and after a few more minutes, Comrade Stalin in a nightgown walked out of the door. .

Seeing Victor standing in the corridor from a distance, Comrade Stalin's footsteps obviously paused. Perhaps when he saw the spy chief, he had a bad premonition in his mind.

However, he finally walked to Victor's side. As he walked past him, Comrade Stalin said: "Let's talk about it, what bad news did you bring to me?"

Victor did not answer directly. He waited for Poskrebeshev to open the door of the office. Comrade Stalin walked in. Then he followed lightly and whispered, "Andre Andreye. Vicki Vlasov rebelled."

When he said this, he stared closely at Comrade Stalin's back, and immediately he saw the footsteps of the leader suddenly stop, and his right hand, which was originally hanging on his side, also shook violently.

"What are you talking about?" Turning around slowly, Comrade Stalin didn't have too much anger in the tone of his speech, but only doubts and suspicions.

"Vlasov has rebelled," Victor said. "The information from the Berlin Intelligence Station was only received an hour ago."

"Are you sure?" Comrade Stalin then asked, "Is there any tangible evidence? Didn't the previous intelligence say that he was still locked in a German concentration camp?"

"Sure, the information sent by the Berlin Intelligence Station also included an open letter from him." Victor whispered.

"Read!" Comrade Stalin turned around and walked towards his office, making a fierce tone.

Victor's liver trembled suddenly, and with some difficulty he took out the open letter, took a look at the content, and hesitated to read it out.

"Read!" Comrade Stalin sat in his chair and ordered again.

No way, Victor could only read the open letter and read: "I call on all Russians to revolt against Stalin and his gang and build a new Russia..."

This open letter is very long, and Victor read it with trepidation. He could even feel the temperature in the office plummeting. Comrade Stalin always sat in his chair, fiddling with his pipe, and couldn't see any change in his expression.

"...The political commissar system is eroding the Red Army. Chaos is everywhere. They assign spies to track the officers and turn the army into a toy for the party..."

When Victor read this, Comrade Stalin, who had just lit the pipe, let out a "ha" laugh. In this short laugh, there was no hint of happiness, but full of anger.

Victor stopped and looked up at Comrade Stalin. He hoped to read it here, because the part above was not too rebellious.

"That's all?" Comrade Stalin asked, looking up at him.

"Cough," Victor said with a cough, "there is still a part of Vlasov's boasting, Comrade Stalin, I think..."

"Then continue reading," said Comrade Stalin, waving his hand, "you finished reading it."

Helpless, Victor had to continue reading.

"In the last month, Stalin saw that the Russian people were unwilling to fight for his so-called internationalism and Bolshevism, and he began to make some changes. He gave in on the issue of political commissars, he colluded with the traitorous church, and he restored the traditions of the army. It is forcing the Russian people to continue to bleed for the alien..." Victor really couldn't read it anymore. He had heard the heavy breathing of Comrade Stalin, which was a sign of extreme anger.

But as soon as he stopped here, Comrade Stalin sitting on the chair suddenly had an attack. He swished his pipe towards Victor and roared loudly: "I told you to finish reading it, take that **** The open letter, read the traitor’s heart to me!"

After the roar, he swayed twice and sat back on the chair.

Seeing this situation, Victor's first reaction was to turn around and ran to the door. He had to find Boskrebeshev.

As a result, as soon as the office door opened, Victor saw several people in white coats waiting outside. Obviously, these were Comrade Stalin's own health doctors.

"Quick!" Victor quickly let go of the door, urging the doctors to come in quickly.

The doctors swarmed into the room and surrounded Comrade Stalin. Poskrebeshev was at the end. He picked up the pipe that had fallen on the floor, winked at Victor, and motioned him to wait outside the door.

Viktor couldn't hesitate at all, he nodded to Boskrebeshev, and sneaked out of the door quietly.

Coming out of Comrade Stalin's office, when Victor was standing in the hallway, he realized that all of his clothes were soaked. They were wet with cold sweat. The point is that he hadn't felt it at all before.

Standing at the door, Victor was stunned for a while. During this process, he could still vaguely hear the curses coming from the door. Well, the curses were awkward, and there were all kinds of slang, very vulgar.

Touching his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes, Victor took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Just thinking about it, he thought that it was too close to Comrade Stalin's office, so he took a few steps to the other side of the corridor.

When he stopped and lit the cigarette, he walked a few steps outside before he took a puff.

Only half of a cigarette was smoked, and Poskrebshev was walking out of Comrade Stalin's office when the door rang over there.

Victor turned around, facing the opponent, and when the opponent came closer, he cast a questioning look at him.

"I'm going to call Comrade Lev Zakhalovich," Poskrebeshev slowed down, whispered to him, and then added, "Comrade Stalin lets you pass, he might Let you arrange a hoeing operation, you have to be prepared."

Victor nodded, he had thought about this before.

"Go ahead, be careful, Comrade Stalin is emotionally unstable now," Boskrebeshev exhorted again, before leaving quickly.

With a bit of anxiety, Victor dropped the cigarette in his hand and walked slowly to the door of Comrade Stalin's office. Seeing that the door was open, he walked directly in.

In the office, Comrade Stalin had already sat on the sofa and was putting down his sleeves. It is estimated that he had taken his blood pressure just now.

"Sit here," Comrade Stalin pointed to the sofa next to him when he saw him coming in from the outside, and said, "You all get out!"

The second sentence was clearly addressed to those doctors.

Victor stood at the door, waiting for the doctors to go out, then closed the door and walked over to Comrade Stalin to sit down.

"Give me the information from the Berlin Intelligence Station," he said, looking at the file in Victor's hand.

Victor hurriedly handed over the document, but pulled out the open letter.

Comrade Stalin obviously knew that it was an open letter, and he didn't ask for it. He just frowned to read the information.

"During this period of time, the Berlin Intelligence Station has done a very good job," said Comrade Stalin, looking at the documents in his hand. Salaries should also be increased, and arrangements should be made in accordance with the salaries that should be enjoyed by second-level cadres."