Struggle in Soviet Russia

Victor knew before that after the Battle of Kursk, the propaganda and agitation department would organize a large-scale celebration in Moscow, but the exact time was not clear. Before he left Moscow for a tour of the Caucasus, the incident It hasn't been settled yet. It seems that the celebration is obviously today.

The entire Red Square was full of people and hustle and bustle. Only on the side close to Lenin’s tomb was a passage cleared by the soldiers of the inner guard. This passage extended to the palace gate where the savior tower was located. This palace gate was the Kremlin. Towards the east gate on the side of the Red Square.

Victor didn't walk that far, and went to the door on the side of the Savior Tower. He walked for a while, passed directly under the Nicholas Kaya Tower, and entered the Kremlin.

Today, the security in the Kremlin is relatively strict. On both sides of the green space between the armory and the Senate, there are standing guard soldiers carrying guns, and a row of cars is parked on the Yong Road on the east side of the lawn.

Victor did not stop. He walked across the lawn in front of the Senate and went directly to the office building where Comrade Stalin was located.

About five or six minutes later, he appeared in front of the small white building. At this time, many people gathered in front of the building, including Molotov and others. Even the old Kalinin appeared. It’s a sick bed, and even the daily work of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet can’t be presided over, but there’s something fun but I always like to get together, which is not worrying.

Seeing so many people gathered in front of the building, and all of them were all dressed up, Victor knew that he shouldn't be here this time. Obviously, these old guys would definitely be going to the Red Square to watch the ceremony in a while.

Victor didn’t know how this celebration was arranged, but Comrade Stalin definitely needed to speak, and the place of the speech must be on the viewing platform of Lenin’s tomb. All these guys who appeared in front of the small building were there. Qualified to be on stage with him.

For the current Victor, he is obviously not yet qualified to board Lenin's tomb with Comrade Stalin. Considering the nature of his work, it is estimated that even if he is qualified to go on stage in the future, he may not have the opportunity to stand in the first row.

At this time, Victor had already walked to the south side of the Senate, across the road, and across the street was Xiaobailou.

Considering that he was not coming at the right time, Victor stopped and turned around to walk back. As a result, when he turned halfway around, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

Looking back, Victor looked across the road, but suddenly found that the people gathered in front of the Xiaobai Building at this time were all watching him, it seemed that he became the focus of everyone's eyes for a moment.

Victor was a little dumbfounded. He felt his scalp exploded, and he secretly said: What's this? It looked like he had come to "rub the red carpet" forcibly.

He was scratching his head, and he didn't know who was calling him, and then he saw a second lieutenant wearing an inner guard uniform running quickly from the opposite side.

"Comrade Chief, Comrade Poskrebeshev invites you to come," said the second lieutenant when he ran to Victor, stood up straight, and gave him a military salute.

Victor subconsciously glanced at the opposite side, and soon saw Poskrebshev standing on the stairs in front of the building, who was waving at him from a distance.

"I know," Victor said casually after paying a military salute to the second lieutenant, and then he bit his head and walked towards the other side.

This section of the road didn't go far, and soon Victor passed through the crowd and stepped up the steps in front of the stairs.

"Comrade Stalin knows that you are back from the Caucasus," Poskerebeshev greeted him with two steps as he walked up the steps and said while leading him into the building. I called and asked if your special plane has arrived..."

When he was talking about this, a man walked down the opposite staircase, it was Comrade Zhukov who was wearing a military uniform and a medal on his chest.

Poskrebeshev nodded towards the opponent, and it was a hello, Viktor was naturally not good at turning a blind eye to the comrade general. He stopped and saluted the opponent, then stretched out his hand and said with a smile. : "Good morning, Comrade Georgi Konstantinovich."

"Good morning, Comrade Viktor Viktorovich," Zhukov changed his serious face with a smile, first paid him a military salute, and then said, holding his hand, "I heard you went to the Caucasus?"

The tone of voice paused, he thinned towards Victor, and pointed at his face a lot darker, and smiled: "It seems that the situation over there is not very good. If you don't say hello to me, I I can't even recognize you."

Victor gave a wry smile, and it was hard to answer him.

"I'm here to see Comrade Stalin," Zhukov obviously didn't want to talk more, he said, "Go up, there is no one in his office now."

After speaking, he turned around and walked in the direction of the door.

When Zhukov was gone, the two people continued to walk upstairs. Boskrebeshev continued the topic just now, saying: "When I called the airport, you had already left, and I gave the People’s Committee of National Security and you I made a phone call at his residence, and it all said that you did not go there. I didn't expect you to come here."

"I didn't expect that there would be a celebration on Red Square today," Victor said, spreading his hands. "If I knew it, I wouldn't be here."

"It's just right that you are here. I will look for you everywhere if you save it," Poskrebeshev smiled. "Comrade Stalin is very concerned about the situation in the Caucasus, so you should come over and report to him immediately."

Having said that, he lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Comrade Beria came last night and reported to Comrade Stalin some of the situation in the Caucasus. Comrade Stalin was more concerned about some small actions by the British over there."

Victor whispered in his heart that Abakumov's actions were really fast enough. What happened only yesterday, he actually reported to Beria last night. It is estimated that Beria also smelled a different smell from it, and only then did he inform Comrade Stalin the first time.

The two of them were talking and had already reached the door of Comrade Stalin's office.

The door of the office is open. From outside, you can see that Comrade Stalin is standing in front of the mirror. He is wearing a brand-new white navy uniform. This is his favorite uniform.

And beside Comrade Stalin, there are two other staff members who are tidying up his clothes. It seems that he is indeed preparing to attend the celebration today.

Seeing Victor walking in the door in the mirror, Comrade Stalin turned around, and he waved his hand to the two staff members beside him and motioned them to go out. Then he looked at Victor and smiled: "Victor Semenovich always Complaining, saying that the conditions in the Caucasus are too bad and the climate is not good, making him very uncomfortable. Judging from your current situation, he should be not just complaining, but telling the truth."

The Viktor Semenovich he said was referring to Abakumov. It seemed that this guy no longer wanted to stay in the Caucasus.

However, this guy’s complaint actually catered to Comrade Stalin. After all, Comrade Stalin was a Georgian, and he didn’t like the climate there.

"It's okay," General Victor took off his cap and drew his hair with his hands. He smiled, "It's just the end of the rainy season. There is more light over there, and my time is tight, so I got a little tan. "

"I also lost weight," Comrade Stalin waved to him, motioned him to sit down on the sofa and talked, and said at the same time, "It seems that your secretary is not very competent. Maybe you need a special life secretary to take care of it. Your daily life."

Victor smiled bitterly. He didn't know if the comrade leader was using these words to stab himself, in order to ridicule himself and mess with women.

"I heard that you were attacked by rebels in Baku?" Comrade Stalin asked when he walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Yes," Victor said, sitting across from him, putting his general cap on the coffee table in front of him, "According to Comrade Abakumov’s introduction, this rebel army may be a split called'Bailamov'. Guerrillas."

"Tell me about the specific situation," Comrade Stalin nodded and said.

Victor thought for a while, sorted out the language, and then recounted the small-scale battle that took place yesterday.

"Do you mean that this rebel guerrilla with a size of about four to five hundred people is using British line-up rifles?" Comrade Stalin said, "So, can I think that this rebel has already Have the support of those British people stationed in Iran?"

"Besides, I can't think of the second possibility," Victor said. "Moreover, I suspect that this rebel army may have been fighting with the battle of Kursk as early as, or even earlier. The British or their agents established contact. The rebels moved from Rajic to Baku not because of pressure from encirclement and suppression, but to get closer to the border area in order to smoothly obtain various weapons and material assistance. "

Comrade Stalin tilted his head for a moment and said, "I agree with your opinion. Yes, this is a possibility and the only possibility."

With that said, he turned his gaze to Victor’s face and added: “However, possibility is only a possibility after all. We need more evidence to protest against the British and ask them to address certain issues. Make concessions. So, Victor, we need evidence, more evidence."

"I'll make arrangements," Victor understood what he meant. The so-called evidence is not necessarily true, as long as it appears to be true.

Splash dirty water. The dirty water doesn't have to be poisonous, as long as it can make people smell bad.