Struggle in Soviet Russia

Amidst the tide of cheers, Comrade Stalin gently waved towards the crowd with a smile. His actions were rewarded with a higher voice, such as "Long live Comrade Stalin" and "Long live the leader". One after another, one wave after another.

If there is anything that can shift internal conflicts to the maximum extent, it is undoubtedly war, and if there is anything that can maximize the cohesion of a country, it is undoubtedly a foreign war.

In the last five years of the 1920s, Comrade Stalin could not occupy an absolute dominance in Soviet politics. During the entire 1930s, although he used a series of methods to defeat the old authority in politics. , Established a new authority, but within the scope of the entire league, his personal prestige has not finally been established.

But now, look at these people gathered on the Red Square, look at the fanatical expressions on their faces, look at the huge portraits of Comrade Stalin standing high in the air. Everyone knows that the image of Comrade Stalin is being affected. Deification, perhaps, this is exactly what he desperately wants.

Following the crowd, Victor walked out of the palace gate under the tower of the savior. Amidst the loud cheers, he followed Comrade Antonov and walked through the passage controlled by the internal guards all the way to the side of Lenin’s tomb. , Stepped on the stairs to the viewing platform.

As Victor had previously guessed, on the viewing platform, his position was on the left of the third row. Because of the barriers and the front wall, he could not see the GUM department store from where he was standing. On the side of the square, you can only see the side of the military museum.

As far as Victor knew, that side was not originally part of the Red Square. More than 20 years ago, there was a Vasilevsky Square separated by some buildings, until after Comrade Stalin succeeded Comrade Lenin, there was Some of the buildings were demolished and the Vasilievsky Square was merged into the Red Square, thus forming what it is today.

Although his vision is limited, Victor can still see the grand occasion on half of the red square. The crowds of Mizenza, thousands of strange but equally enthusiastic faces, and the hustle and bustle of cheers will make people feel a kind of inexplicable excitement. No, to be precise, it's excitement.

At this moment, Victor felt a thing-power, yes, in his opinion, these fanatical people gathered on the red square at this moment are radiated by the humble little white building in the Kremlin. The power of power is at least the most intuitive embodiment of power.

Across a wall of people, the man in a white navy uniform who was gently waving his hand toward the crowd, gathered the supreme power of this country, and he could determine the fate of everyone on this square.

The cheers in the square gradually subsided, and the voice of Comrade Stalin was heard from the tweeter, but at this time Victor didn't even listen to what the leader was saying. He was entangled with a lot of questions in his mind.

Who am I, where am I, why am I here?

Why should I stand in this inconspicuous corner, like a dispensable backdrop for a fashion show?

Look at who the guy in front is. Well, he wears small round glasses with a pipe in his mouth and a big back. He looks the same as Comrade Stalin.

Oh, it turned out to be Dmitry Zakharovich Manuelsky, an old fellow who joined the party in 1904. He was elected as a member of the Central Committee during the 12th National Congress of the Communist Party of China. He has very old qualifications.

However, this old guy only has the advantage of being senior. His political background is not very clean. He had joined the "recall faction" organized by Bogdanov in the past. After being criticized by Comrade Lenin, he joined. The so-called "international faction" vacillated between the Mensheviks and the Bolsheviks. They were loyal followers of Trotsky. I really don't understand how such a guy can live to this day and stand in front of him.

Who is next to the old thing? With an intoxicated expression, it looked like he was obsessed with Comrade Stalin's speech, but is this speech really that wonderful? So much so that he needs to make a climax-like expression.

It turned out to be the flatterer Nikolai Alexandrovich Skovozov, the current first secretary of Kazakhstan. What does this guy have? The most suitable job for him should be an accountant at a collective farm, not a dignified first secretary of the republic. His ability cannot support such a position. Otherwise, how can he consult about anything? Deputy.

Hey, who is that guy who looks like a zombie while hiding in a pile of people? Ah, it turned out to be Alexander Nikolayevich Nesmeyanov. I heard that this guy was just selected as an academician of the Soviet Academy of Sciences last month.

Hey, a guy who studies fertilizers is also a member of the Central Committee. Is there still a king in this world? Is there still a law? A guy who plays with big **** doesn't stay in the toilet. He actually comes to play politics with five people and six people, and sooner or later plays himself into big shit.

Victor stood at the back of the crowd, looking at each other coldly. He didn't dare to say anything else. At least in the front row, most of the people made him feel like vomiting. They only felt that these people had no qualifications other than their qualifications. In front of yourself.

Perhaps, I should stand a little closer, closer to those cheers.

Comrade Stalin’s speech was not long, and it was over in less than ten minutes. After that, starting with Comrade Stalin, everyone left the observatory from the stairs on the left and walked back to the Kremlin.

As for Victor, his mentality when he first came out of the palace gate was slightly different from his current mentality when he entered the palace gate. In his consciousness, there was something called ambition.

Since rebirth into this world, Victor's mentality seems to have been changing.

In the first years, he just wanted to live, to avoid the coming dangers, to stay away from the border as much as possible, and to stay away from the war, which was his only appeal.

Later, after this goal was achieved, he began to seek promotion in his position. He began to hope that he could go further in his official career and achieve more success. To this end, he has been working hard and realizing the precious information in his past lives.

It’s just that, for a long time, he only sought promotion in his official career. In politics, he lacked a clear goal. It can even be said that he was very satisfied with his position in the People’s Committee of National Security. , I never thought I should seek more things, let alone how to seek.

In other words, Victor is actually confused about his life goals and has no accurate positioning.

But now, when he follows the big figures and returns to the Kremlin again, the ambition that sprouted in his heart makes him vaguely caught something. He feels that the first vice chairman of the People’s Committee for National Security It seems that this position should not be the end of his career, but should be just a ladder.

He should step up this ladder to see what kind of scenery the higher place is.

He feels that when one day in the future, when future generations look through his personal information, they should not only see the introduction of "secret chiefs", but should include such things as Soviet politicians, state activists, and even Titles such as leaders of the Soviet party and state.

Ambition is a double-edged sword. If it is not well controlled, it will harm others and self, and if it is well controlled, it will become a motivating force.

Victor's subconscious ambition is obviously not something that can be controlled by him, but it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

For today's celebration, Comrade Stalin also specially arranged a banquet in the Kremlin to entertain those who participated in the celebration today. However, Victor made an excuse, turned off the subsequent banquet, and walked away from the Kremlin to find Varenka, who was waiting for him at the entrance of Red Square.

When he found the place where he parked before, Victor got in the car and told Varenka to go directly to the building of the People’s Committee of the National Security Council. He wanted to consult with Comrade Serov and others as soon as possible and arrange the meeting for tomorrow.

After this inspection of the Caucasus region, there are still many details that need to be arranged for the following security work. In addition, the establishment of the military unit under the Committee also needs to be approved by Comrade Serov.

Comrade Stalin hoped that he could go to Iran in person to preside over part of the work there, and gave him a deadline. Victor considered that this trip to Iran would have to stay there for at least two months. Therefore, a lot of work here needs to be securely arranged, and this also takes time.

Of course, the most important point is that the incident between him and Qiu Lina had been stabbed to Comrade Stalin. This incident gave Victor a wake-up call. In a dark corner, there was always something like that. A pair or even a few pairs of eyes are staring at him, so he must be more cautious about what he does.

He rushed back from the Caucasus and didn't even enter his home. He went directly to the People's Committee of National Security to arrange work. If this situation is reflected in Comrade Stalin, it will obviously better show how active he is in his work.

As for the whistleblower, Victor has many suspicious targets, such as those guys in the NKVD, and potential competitors in the NKVD. Of course, perhaps the suspected targets should also be added. Serov, Fitin and Eitingo-yes, he and Serov have a very good relationship now, but this kind of goodness is only shown by everyone. People are separated from the belly, what is hidden behind this friendship? No one can tell.

Perhaps even Victor himself did not realize that there had been a rift in his relationship with Serov and others, and this rift was rapidly expanding as his ambitions grew.