Struggle in Soviet Russia

The long convoy drove through the streets of Moscow. About twenty minutes later, it slowly drove into the Kremlin. When Victor's car stopped in front of the white building, the people in the first few cars had already gotten out of the car one after another.

Zhidanov was obviously the first to get out of the car. When Victor got out of the car, he was standing on the steps in front of the building. The expression on the person's face is obviously very happy.

Therefore, it is always very popular to do great secrets for leaders. As long as the position of the leader does not fall, there is no need to worry about someone making trouble for yourself.

It was almost nine o'clock at this time. Taking into account that Comrade Stalin was used to sleeping during the day, everyone did not waste time in front of the building. Boskrebeshev soon led everyone upstairs and went straight to Comrade Stalin's office.

When Victor followed everyone and walked into Comrade Stalin’s office, he saw Comrade Stalin sitting behind his desk smoking a cigarette. No light can penetrate at all.

Comrade Stalin's expression was very serious. He sat on the chair behind the desk. Even if Zhidanov came in to greet him, he didn't mean to stand up. He just pointed to the office sofa and motioned everyone to come and sit down. .

This time there were more people in charge of picking up Zhdanov. The sofa in the office was not enough. As the youngest and most junior person, Victor obviously had to stand.

When everyone came back to their seats, Comrade Stalin took the lead to speak. He welcomed Zhdanov, and then asked about Leningrad, and the latter, like a report, covered all aspects of Leningrad. I introduced it again. Of course, I mainly introduced his achievements in presiding over the work in Leningrad over the past two years.

Just such a conversation lasted for more than half an hour. After that, Comrade Stalin took the topic and began to recall some things in Leningrad in the past. After that, the topic went round and round, and somehow it came to Stalin. Comrade’s childhood, and where he used to live...

"You know, the place in Gori is not a place full of flowers and warmth." With a pipe in his mouth, Comrade Stalin was sitting behind his desk, facing the direction of the window, even though the window was pulled all the year round. Curtains, but this comrade leader still likes to sit facing the window, as if he could see the outside scenery through the thick curtains.

"On the contrary, in those years, every place in Georgia was not peaceful," continued with some groaning. Comrade Stalin had a look of remembrance on his face. He was not easily influenced by personal feelings. People, therefore, it’s really rare to see such an expression on his face, "There are crimes, robberies, thefts, etc., etc., and it feels like people at that time are crazy, as long as they can get money. , Do everything, even if you know that you will be hanged."

"It is because of the chaos that this country longs for the arrival of Marxism," Zhdanov said with a smile, sitting on the sofa. "It would long for the arrival of Comrade Lenin and the arrival of our Bolshevik party. "

"Who said no," Voroshilov said with a smile, "At that time, the situation in Donbass was similar."

Comrade Stalin's words were obviously not finished. His words were interrupted by the two, with a hint of unpleasant expression on his face. After finally waiting for the two to finish speaking, he waved his hand and said, "I mean, I was also the same time. One of the criminals, robbery, theft, I have done such things, and more than once."

On the sofa in the middle of the office, there was no seat belonging to Victor. He stood by the window, watching the people present with cold eyes. He saw the expression on Zhdanov's face when Comrade Stalin said this. Somewhat embarrassing. As for Voroshilov, there was nothing unusual on his face. Of course, the main reason was that Comrade Marshal had long been accustomed to being choked by Comrade Stalin.

"What I want to say is that in many cases, the means are not important, but the result is the most important," Comrade Stalin continued. "In specific work, I don't want to hear what you say, and I don't want to know how you plan to go. Do it, I just want the result."

At this point, he turned his head, looked at Zhdanov sitting on the sofa, stared at him for a few seconds, and said, "Andrei Alexandrovich, my friend, Leningrad’s work has come to an end, and the war there is over. I hope you can adjust your status and devote more energy to the work of the central government."

"Okay, Joseph," Zhdanov stood up, nodded and said, "I am ready, and I have drawn up a detailed work plan."

"That's good," Comrade Stalin nodded, and his gaze on Zhdanov was slightly deflected, passing Malinkov sitting on the sofa on the left, then passing Sabrov standing behind the sofa, and finally fell. On Victor's body.

"Well, you all go to work," Comrade Stalin said, standing up from behind his desk, "I am a little sleepy and want to rest a while."

Raising his hand holding the pipe, he pointed at Victor, and he added: "Later you go to the General Political Department and find Philip Ivanovich. The People’s Committee for National Defense approved your previous submission. For the award application, there are still some supplementary procedures on the cadre department that you need to go through."

"Yes, Comrade Stalin," Victor said, standing up hurriedly.

Victor knows that the so-called Philip Ivanovich refers to Golikov, the head of the general cadre department of the General Political Department. As for the so-called awarding issue, it refers to him as part of the National Security People’s Committee. People apply for medals.

At this time, the other people in the office had already begun to walk towards the door, and Victor was still at the end because he was talking to Comrade Stalin.

After he answered, he was about to turn around and follow Sabrov in front of him. Comrade Stalin, who had already walked around from behind his desk, continued and said: "You have applied for medals for everyone, but you have forgotten your own."

Hearing Comrade Stalin spoke again, Victor had to stop, and said modestly: "I just did the job I should do, and I am not eligible to apply for the medal."

The tone was paused, and he smiled again: "What's more, who would apply for a medal for himself?"

The question Victor asked fully exposed his inadequate understanding of the history of the Soviet Union. In the short decades of the Soviet Union’s history, there were people who applied for medals for themselves. Not only did they apply, they also awarded them...

"The National Security People’s Committee has done a very good job in foreign intelligence," Comrade Stalin laughed. "The achievements over the past year are obvious to all, especially the successful cracking of the German radio encryption method and strong support. Our battles on the frontline have created sufficient conditions for us to seize opportunities in many battles such as Kharkov, Kiev, and Leningrad."

His words were faster, and his voice was louder. Zhdanov, who was walking towards the door, stopped and subconsciously turned his head and looked back.

As soon as he stopped, everyone behind him could only stop. After all, no one could get ahead of him.

"In view of this, I will propose to award you honors at a later committee meeting of the People's Committee of National Defense," Comrade Stalin said with a smile, "My opinion is to grant you a Suvorov Medal. As for Whether it is a first-level medal or a second-level medal depends on the discussions among the committee members."

Hearing what he said, Victor was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect Comrade Stalin to apply for such a medal for him.

In Victor's impression, the Suvorov Medal should be specially awarded to the commander of the unit, and it is the type of unit commander who annihilates the enemy's superior forces in the offensive. It is not easy for ordinary people to get this medal.

As for myself, I'm just the chairman of the People's Committee of National Security, the person who is mainly responsible for intelligence work, and has not been to the front line to command operations. How can I qualify for such a medal?

Of course, this is how strange it is that Victor is rare. In his previous life, there were also people in the National Security People’s Committee who had been awarded the Suvorov Medal, and not one, such as Savvatore who deciphered the Japanese radio code and code. Stey, he got a second-level Suvorov Medal. As for Victor's former superior and now Comrade Serov, the People's Commissar of the People's Committee of the Interior, he received a first-class Suvorov Medal.

Well, regardless of whether he is qualified to receive such a medal, Victor is very happy at this time. After all, it was proposed by Comrade Stalin. This shows that the leader recognizes his work performance. At this special time, Victor is really This recognition is so much needed.

"Thank you, Comrade Stalin," he put on his hat under his arm, and Victor said in a salute to Comrade Stalin.

"Like I said," Comrade Stalin said with a smile, "I only want results, and in terms of intelligence work, Victor, you gave me a good result, so naturally you deserve the honor."

After he finished speaking, he pressed his left hand down, and instead of asking Victor to speak again, he continued: "Well, you go back to work, too."

"Yes, Comrade Stalin," swallowed his humble words back into his stomach, and Victor gave another military salute before turning and walking towards the door.

At this time, Comrade Zhdanov had just walked to the door, and Victor couldn't see his face, but I'm afraid this guy is not very happy even if his face doesn't change?