Struggle in Soviet Russia

Vyazma, the headquarters of the Reserve Front.

In the early morning, a drizzle of rain visited this small border town in the Smolensk region with a population of less than 60,000. It was located in a small house on the bank of the Vyazma River. Victor woke up from a night's sleep.

Closing his eyes, he stretched out his hand and touched him. After touching a space, he opened his eyes and looked around. The side of the pillow was empty, only a few long black hairs remained on the white pillowcase.

With a long and comfortable sigh, he turned over and sat up from the bed, got out of the bed with his bare feet, walked straight to the side of the bed, and opened a gap between the curtains he had been pulling.

Outside the window was drizzle and misty. At a position almost thirty meters away from the window, an air defense position was set up there. Several Soviet soldiers in raincoats were talking about something on the side of the gun, and farther away, Two trucks are loading and unloading supplies.

Pulling a lazy waist, Victor turned and returned to the bed, picked up the cigarette that had been put down last night from the bedside table, lit one for himself, returned to the window, and continued to look out through the window.

It has been a week since the terrible battle for the defense of the Hemosti River. Since this time, Victor has been recuperating in Vyazma. His injuries are not very serious, but he can be in between the wars. To be lazy, he is absolutely happy.

The troops participating in the defensive war have been incorporated by the Reserve Front Army and merged into the subordinate units of the 32nd Army. In this regard, the commander of the Group Army, Lieutenant General Krykov, is very happy. After that, these surviving soldiers have been qualified to be called true fighters.

For these soldiers who survived the defensive war, the NKVD also had a little conflict with the General Staff. According to the idea of ​​the NKVD, it was hoped to use these soldiers as the backbone to form a brand new interior division, but It was rejected by the General Staff.

In the past week, the fighting in the Smolensk region has continued. After regrouping, the German army has launched a new offensive against the Soviet defense lines in Yaltsovo and Yelnya. It is said that the fighting there was. The fight was hard and cruel.

Nowadays, the base camp has no hope of victory in the battle of Smolensk. The new order shows that the base camp has changed its operational thinking and has begun to consider fortifying the upper layers of the road to Moscow and using lines of defense to delay. And deplete the offensive strength of the German army.

In order to achieve this goal, while the battle in the direction of Smolensk was still going on, the reserve front army had begun to deploy new defensive positions on the Rzhev-Sychevka-Viazma line. The five armies have been deployed on this line.

At the end of July, Belarus has entered the rainy season. Frequent rainy weather has created countless difficulties for the warring parties. For the soldiers of the two sides, it is not only the skills and tactics and firepower to compete, but also the spiritual willpower. , Those muddy roads and ubiquitous swamps can really drive people crazy.

Half a cigarette was smoked, there was a clicking sound of footsteps outside the house, and a woman humming an unknown minor. No need to ask, Nino must be back.

Cruel wars are undoubtedly the easiest way to cultivate feelings between people. After retreating to Vyazma, but only on the third day, Victor and Nino had a relationship beyond comradeship. Everything is the same. Naturally, it is impossible to talk about who is active and passive.

It was Nino who came in from outside the door. She was holding a tray with some food on it and a document.

"When did you wake up, why not sleep longer?" Nino asked naturally when he saw Victor standing naked by the window.

"How could I sleep without you by my side?" Victor said shamelessly.

Nino ignored him and delivered the tray to the small cabinet by the window. He only took the document and walked to Victor's side and said, "Moscow has come to a new order to see what's inside."

Victor took the document, tore open the seal on it, and took out the letterhead to look at it.

The order was issued by the NKVD. The content was very simple. It was to let him return to Moscow as soon as possible, except that there was a new task to be assigned to him.

Taking advantage of Victor's opportunity to read the document, Nino walked around behind him and stood close to him, with his hands passing under his armpits, one groping in front of his chest, while the other reached between his legs. Posing at his sensitive parts. At the same time, she put her chin on Victor's shoulder, sticking out her little scarlet tongue, and licking it gently on his ear.

Victor was stirred up by the woman's fire. He dropped the letter paper on the ground, turned around and took Nino into his arms, and kissed her soft and hot lips.

Since the first experience of rolling the bed with Victor, Nino has shown initiative and greed for men and women. Her needs are frequent, but due to the unusually "shallow" physiological structure somewhere, it is durable. It was terrible. Every time Victor was a little rougher, she would roll her eyes, as if she might faint at any time.

As the kiss continued, the ambiguous atmosphere gradually rose. After feeling that Nino’s breathing had become fiery, Victor pushed her to the window, reached out and lifted the skirt of her lower body, and used it again. Fingers hooked the hem of her white standard shorts and pulled it under her knee...

"beep......"

A sharp whistle sounded somewhere outside the window, and Victor, who was covered in sweat, let out a long sigh. He softened and lay directly on Nino’s sweat-stained back. He buried his face in the woman’s neck and sniffed. Following the smell of her long hair, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked her delicate arm.

After a long time, Nino, who was under his body by him, took a long breath, as if recovering from a state of suspended animation. She struggled to lift Victor off her body, then got up on her knees, turned her head on the bed, and turned her head. Victor's crotch was buried with his head with long hair.

Victor looked at this woman who seemed to be trying to squeeze herself out with a wry smile. Just as he was about to say something, he heard someone shouting outside: "Comrade Major, Comrade Major, are you awake?"

It was Varenka's voice.

Taking the opportunity to get rid of Nino's entanglement, Victor gave a light cough, cleared his throat, and said, "What's the matter?"

"The list of the dead you wanted is here," Varenka said outside, "Do you want to see it now?"

"Wait a moment, I'll be fine soon," Victor shrugged at Nino, rolled over and got out of bed, bending over to pick up clothes on the floor.

Nino didn't pester him anymore, but took the initiative to get out of bed and help him get dressed.

A few minutes later, Victor, who had been transformed into a security major again from a light man, walked out of the room. He walked through the small living room and walked to the entrance of the house. He saw Varenka with a circle of gauze wrapped around his head, standing not far away. Shelter from the rain under the eaves of the office.

Seeing Victor appearing at the door, Varenka hurried over two steps and passed a handwritten document into his hand.

Victor took the file and stood at the door to browse it.

There are many names listed on the document. These people were all internal servants selected by Victor before and flooded the 16th Army. At the beginning, he selected a total of sixty people, and now they appear on this list of deaths. , There are more than twenty. In other words, since the Battle of Smolensk, the internal personnel of the 16th Army have lost more than one-third of them.

This extremely high rate of personnel loss is a great test for Victor’s work. Of course, it also reflects a problem from another aspect, that is, the idea of ​​the NKVD is not so. Easy to implement.

With a sigh, Victor folded the document and put it in the chest pocket of the military uniform. He must take this document to Moscow and hand it to the personnel department of the NKVD for filing. One day in the future, he will be the NKVD. When the ban on this part of the personnel file can be lifted, it is necessary to let people know that these people are heroes.

However, recalling the memories of his previous life, Victor felt that there was no need. According to the regulations of the NKVD, a series of personnel files were lifted for a hundred years. If according to the historical process of the previous life, when these personnel files can be lifted, the Soviet Union As a country no longer exists, the sacrifices of these people have no meaning.

Think of Ukraine in the previous life. With the antagonism of Belarusian relations, Stepan Bandera, a national separatist and German anti-Sis accomplice, has become a so-called national hero. Someone erected a statue for him. The memorial, on the contrary, the monument left by the Red Army was torn down. If you think about that, Victor doesn't know what the sacrifices of these people on the list, oh, and the soldiers who died on the front line, were for what.

what else can we do? History has always been a dirty canvas soaked in excrement and urine. No matter who is in power, he can paste his own excrement on this canvas and make it even more dirty and unrecognizable—just never None of the tones on this canvas.

"How is the head injury?" Victor asked when he glanced at the Vyazma River not far away with some emotion.

"It's okay long ago," Varenka touched his forehead subconsciously, and then smiled, "If the nurse didn't agree, I would have already wanted to remove this gauze."

"Well," Victor nodded and said, "Then go back and be ready to pack up the things that should be packed. Let's go to Moscow today, and we may not come here again in the future."

Hearing this, Varenka was very happy. He liked Moscow and didn't like places full of gunpowder smoke.