Struggle in Soviet Russia

Bekotovka District.

Victor was awakened by a knock on the door.

Turning over and getting up from the bed, he first subconsciously looked at his watch, only to realize that it was already nine o'clock.

Get off the bed, pull up the slippers, and put a nightgown on him.

The door was knocked again, and the sound was a bit louder than the last time.

"Who?" He scratched his hair, he asked with a light cough.

"It's me, Sophia," Sophia's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in," Victor walked to the window and opened the heavy curtains. Suddenly, the dazzling sunlight projected in from the window, making his eyes dizzy for a while.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Sophia walked in from the outside with a tray. Seeing Victor standing in front of the window, she brought the tray directly over and put it on the small table next to the bed, and said: "Comrade Poskrebeshev called just now and asked you to go to Comrade Stalin immediately. trip."

"Oh?" Victor woke up. He picked up the glass of water in the tray and drank it, feeling a lot more comfortable in his throat. Then he said, "Did you say something?"

Sophia shook her head and said, "No."

Victor nodded and said, "Bring my clothes."

He didn't even bother to wash, but after washing his face, Victor changed into his clothes and left his room.

The place where I rested last night is the military club in Stalingrad, which is the military district guest house. Victor’s room is on the third floor, and the entire fourth floor is owned by Comrade Stalin and his guards.

As in the situation in Moscow, he did not know in which room Comrade Stalin was resting last night, but when he went upstairs, he met Boskrebe who was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. Shev.

"Did Comrade Stalin take a rest?" Ascending the stairs, Victor and Poskrebshev stood together and asked in a low voice.

When he rushed back from the front line last night, it was already over three o'clock in the morning, and Comrade Stalin had not rested yet.

"No," Boskrebeshev said in a low voice, "Sir Hughes was here just now, and he stayed here for nearly two hours. He just left ten minutes ago."

Sir Seuss was an assistant to Sir Cripps, the British ambassador to the Soviet Union. He came to Stalingrad nearly a week ago, mainly to collect information about the battle of Stalingrad.

Yes, Sir Seuss did intelligence work for the British. However, his intelligence work is of an open nature, more of a nature of information exchange, and the cooperation with them is related to the People’s Committee of Foreign Affairs. staff member.

Victor did not ask any more questions. The cooperation between him and Poskrebshev is like this. If the other party inquires about any news, at the same time, if he thinks the news can tell him, he will naturally take the initiative to tell him.

The two went upstairs in tandem, and Boskrebeshev led Victor to the door of the first room on the right-hand side of the corridor.

The door of the room was open, and from the door you could see Comrade Stalin in military uniform standing by the window smoking a cigarette.

Because his back was facing the direction of the door, he couldn't see the expression on his face either.

"Comrade Stalin, Comrade Victor Viktorovich is here." Poskrebeshev stood at the door and reported.

Comrade Stalin turned around and glanced at the door blankly, then waved his hand to signal Victor to enter.

"Sir Hughes was here just now," said Comrade Stalin as he walked towards the sofa in the center of the room when Victor walked in, "he brought me a piece of news that I don't know if it is good or bad."

Victor walked behind him, followed to the edge of the sofa, and waited patiently for him to tell the news.

"Sit down," said Comrade Stalin, sitting on the sofa and pointing to the one-person sofa next to him. Then, he drew his finger on the coffee table in front of the sofa and pointed to a photocopy of the document on the coffee table. Look at this first."

Victor sat on the sofa, reached out and picked up the photocopy of the document, and looked at it carefully.

The content of the document is not much. A brief summary is that: a large-scale poisoning incident occurred in a German prisoner-of-war camp in Lienz, including 14 British prisoners of war and 23 Soviet prisoners of war, a total of nearly 50 people were poisoned. In addition to the deaths, dozens of people were rescued to save their lives, but the sequelae are that most people have symptoms such as muscle atrophy and facial paralysis.

According to the SS investigation, it was found that the poisoning was caused by a large amount of Botox in the water supply system of the prisoner of war camp. Considering that it is currently winter, and the water supply system of the prisoner of war camp does not have the conditions for the reproduction of botulinum, this is obviously a premeditated and good man-made poisoning incident.

After reading the document, Victor put it back on the coffee table.

There is no need to think about who did this, because Vlasov was in the Lipets prison camp. If nothing else, this should be a poisonous operation planned by Eitingo.

Botox, the most toxic bacteria, is Eitingo’s favorite, and it is also a toxin most commonly used by the NKVD during assassination missions, because this bacteria not only reproduces quickly, but also very Hard to be killed.

Put this thing in water, even if the water is boiled, it is useless, because it can survive in boiling water for three or four hours, and the fatal part of this bacteria is that it can decompose highly toxic botulinum toxin. And the best temperature for its secretion of botulinum toxin is 37 degrees.

After Eitingo's position was determined, Victor transferred the task of hunting down Vlasov to him. As for how he planned and executed the follow-up actions, Victor could no longer question.

Now it seems that this cruel fellow has adopted a very excessive method. He even directly arranged for people to put Botox into the water supply system of the prisoner of war camp.

This simple and rude way, if it were Victor, he would never use it, not only because it may involve innocent people, but also because it can be successful, and there is a lot of existence. Uncertainty. In the end, the result is likely to be a lot of innocent people killing, but the real target is lucky to escape.

Sir Hughes, who represents the British intelligence agency, gave this photocopy to Comrade Stalin, certainly to express the British government’s dissatisfaction with this incident. After all, in this incident, 14 British prisoners of war were poisoned. died.

According to previous intelligence, there are not many ordinary soldiers in the prison of Lipetz. It is a place dedicated to the detention of officers. Therefore, if nothing happens, the British prisoners of war who have been poisoned to death are good. Regardless of the Soviet prisoners of war, they are probably all officers. From this point of view, it is normal for the British to be angry about this.

"Is this the action you planned?" Comrade Stalin asked when he saw Victor put the photocopy document back on the coffee table.

"I think it should be," Victor didn't dare to hide, he could only say vaguely.

He thought that Comrade Stalin would be furious for this, at least today's scolding will not escape. Although this action was not planned by him, he was after all the first deputy people’s commissar of the People’s Committee of National Security. Without Comrade Serov, he had to honestly accept Comrade Stalin’s anger.

But the reality was beyond his expectation. Comrade Stalin was not angry about this action. He immediately asked the question: "Why do we still know the result of the action, but the British already know it? Where did it happen? The problem?!"

Victor froze for a moment, then reacted, and said: "Our intelligence network in Austria is still a relatively weak link, and the British have done more work in this area than we have done."

The tone paused, and he went on to say: "The intelligence we got confirmed that the British intelligence work in Austria was supported and cooperated by the opponents of Artur Seth, and we were received from the Conservative Party of the country. The joint opposition with the Social Democratic Party, therefore, it is very difficult to carry out work there."

"That cannot be allowed to continue," Comrade Stalin said with a serious expression. "We must find ways to improve it. We must not allow the alliance to have less influence in all Eastern and Southeast European countries, including Austria. Those British guys, especially in intelligence work."

"Yes, Comrade Stalin," Victor said hastily, "I will redeploy this as the focus in later work."

"Well," Comrade Stalin nodded, then asked again, "Then, has the problem of Vlasov's traitor been resolved?"

"It hasn't been confirmed yet," Victor said with a headache. "Comrade Eitingo is now in charge of this work. I think if he gets the exact information, he should report it as soon as possible."

Comrade Stalin nodded. His impression of Eitingo is obviously very good, so he said: "Leonid Alexandrovich's ability is still worthy of trust, but intelligence work is not his strong point. You And Serov should make him more responsible for what he is good at."

"Yes, Comrade Stalin," Victor nodded hurriedly.

"Well, you go and rest," Comrade Stalin was obviously tired too. He waved his hand and said, "As soon as there is news, report to me as soon as possible."

"Yes," Victor said, standing up.

"This medal belongs to you," said Comrade Stalin, pointing to a long red suede box on the table. "The information provided by the Berlin Intelligence Station on the German offensive in the direction of the Akser River. It’s very accurate. This allows us to avoid losses, so you deserve this medal. However, your status is special, so don’t participate in the award ceremony."