Red Moscow

After Zhukov said a few more words, he suddenly asked: "Misha, when I go back to Moscow, will you go back with me?"

"Of course, Comrade Marshal." To Zhukov's question, Sokov replied without hesitation: "Wherever you go, I will go. In my mind, you are not only my superior, but also a trustworthy elder. , worth following me all the time.”

Sokov's answer brought a relieved smile to Zhukov's face. After he nodded slightly, he said to Sokov: "Misha, I also think you are a trustworthy person. Before we leave Berlin, I will take you to meet someone."

Hearing what Zhukov said, Sokov instinctively asked: "Who?"

Zhukov smiled slightly and then said: "You will know when you see him."

When Zhukov led Sokov out of his office, the adjutant immediately came up to him and asked respectfully: "Comrade Marshal, where do you plan to go?"

"I'm going to take Misha to see that man," Zhukov said to his adjutant: "You come with us."

"Who?" the adjutant asked instinctively, and then, perhaps understanding who Zhukov was talking about, he quickly stood at attention, straightened his back and said, "It's Comrade Marshal!"

The three people walked out of the office and met many officers and clerks along the way. Everyone quickly stepped aside, leaned their backs against the wall, and paid attention to Zhukov.

After arriving on the first floor, the adjutant who led the way did not walk towards the outside of the building, but towards a corner. When Sokov saw there were steps leading down, he realized that the place he was going to was the basement here, and he quickly quickened his pace to follow.

At the end of the steps was a large, closed iron door. The adjutant came to the door and stopped, knocking hard on the door several times.

Soon, a small window on the door opened, and a human face appeared from inside. He looked outside, and after seeing clearly the adjutant and Zhukov standing outside, he hurriedly closed the small window, and then the closed iron door opened. opened.

As soon as the door opened, the adjutant stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation. Zhukov walked in with his hands behind his back expressionlessly. After Sokov walked in, he saw a long corridor inside the door. There were several soldiers with live ammunition standing upright with their backs against the wall, paying attention to Zhukov and others.

On both sides of the corridor, there were rooms next to each other. Since the doors were closed, Sokov had no way of knowing what was in the rooms.

At the end of the corridor, there is another large, closed iron door. This time the adjutant came forward and knocked on the door. The person inside opened the small window on the door. After seeing the people outside clearly, he immediately opened the iron door and let the three people in.

There is still a long corridor behind the door. There is a long table next to the door. There are several submachine guns on the table, and the owner of the gun is standing aside to pay attention to Zhukov. The adjutant stopped and asked the officer among them: "Second Lieutenant, how is that man doing today?"

"Reporting to the adjutant, comrade," the officer said respectfully, "I checked every hour and found that he has been sleeping today."

The adjutant ordered: "Lead the way!"

The officer agreed and took the lead towards the other end of the corridor.

Sokov was wondering at this moment, who could be the person imprisoned in such a heavily guarded basement? Judging from the importance Zhukov attached to it, this person's identity must be very complicated. Could it be that Mustache was not dead? What was burned by the officers was just the body of the substitute, while the real Mustache was imprisoned in this basement that never saw the light of day?

When everyone stopped in front of the iron door at the end of the corridor, Sokov's heart was filled with anticipation. He eagerly wanted to know who the person imprisoned in the room was.

The officer opened the small window on the iron door, took a look inside, and immediately stepped aside. At the same time, he reported to the adjutant: "Comrade adjutant, he is sleeping."

Zhukov walked to the door, looked inside for a moment, then turned to Sokov and said: "Misha, come and take a look!"

Sokov did not dare to neglect, and quickly took two steps forward, leaned towards the small window and looked inside.

The lights were on and everything was clearly visible.

On a single iron bed placed against the wall, a man wearing a black suit lay. He seemed to hear the movement at the door, so he slowly sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked up in the direction of the door, and met Sokov's eyes.

After Sokov saw clearly that this person was not a mustache, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, he felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Comrade Marshal," Sokov turned to Zhukov and asked curiously: "Who is he? Why does he look kind-hearted?"

Zhukov did not answer Sokov's question, but asked: "Guess who he is?" He pointed to the ceiling with his hand and said, "It's the big shot above."

Sokov's mind began to think quickly, who could the big shot above be? After he came to this era, the big people he knew were either generals or marshals. The only non-soldier was Molotov, the People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs, but the person in the room was obviously not him. In addition, although Ustinov from the Weapons and Equipment Department also had a military rank, every time I saw him, he was wearing civilian clothes, so it was obviously not him.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Marshal, I couldn't guess." Sokov shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I just think he's a bit kind, but I can't remember where I've seen him before."

"I think when I asked you to guess who this person is, the first people you thought of must be Molotov and Ustinov." Zhukov guessed what Sokov was thinking like a worm in his stomach: "I tell you, it's definitely not them."

"Then can you tell me who is imprisoned inside?" Sokov asked cautiously.

Zhukov waved to the officer, signaling him to leave, and then he pointed his chin at his adjutant, signaling him to tell Sokov the answer: "Adjutant, tell Misha who is imprisoned inside?"

The adjutant nodded, and then said to Sokov: "General Sokov, the person imprisoned inside is Truman." Just when Sokov's jaw was about to hit the ground in shock, he added: "To be precise, it is a substitute we trained. We plan to use him to replace the real Truman when the time is right."

At this moment, even if there was a ball of lightning exploding next to Sokov, it would probably not be more shocking than the news the adjutant told him. After a long time, Sokov woke up from the shock and said in a trembling voice: "Comrade Marshal, if I understand correctly, the person imprisoned here is the fake president we are going to use to replace Truman?"

"Yes, your understanding is correct." Zhukov continued: "This is a substitute we spent half a year training. He watches various videos about Truman every day and imitates Truman in all aspects. We originally planned to take advantage of Truman's visit to the US-controlled area in November. We found a suitable time to swap the two and replace Truman with our people. Who knew that Truman's visit plan was cancelled, and our replacement plan had to be terminated."

When Sokov heard Zhukov say this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew in his heart that this was a shocking secret. Now that he knew it, would it cause him unnecessary trouble? He asked tremblingly: "Comrade Marshal, I am afraid I don't have the authority to know about top-secret things now. Now that I know about it, how do you plan to deal with me?"

Unexpectedly, Zhukov saw Sokov's embarrassed look and laughed: "Misha, don't worry, although you know such a confidential matter, I believe you will keep it secret."

"Of course, of course." Sokov wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, smiled bitterly and replied: "I will definitely keep this secret."

"Misha, the reason I brought you to see him today is because with your help, our plan of stealing the sky and changing the day has not been leaked."

Zhukov's words Sokov was confused. He asked in confusion: "Comrade Marshal, I don't know anything about this plan, how can I help you?"

"Have you forgotten the murder in Nuremberg?" Zhukov said with a smile: "It is because you solved the case and caught the agent who stole the intelligence that we ensured that our plan did not fall into the hands of the Americans."

Sokov immediately thought of why Sokolovsky acquiesced to his proposal after arresting the agent, and executed the American agent directly, and then sent all those who had access to the top-secret documents back to Berlin the next day. It turned out that he was worried that the plan would be leaked.

After figuring this out, Sokov cautiously asked Zhukov, "Where are General Sokolovsky's adjutant and another female translator now?"

"They have been sent back to the country." Zhukov said expressionlessly, "Since they have been exposed to confidential information, they may be arranged to stay in those isolated cities for a few years, and they will be released when the time is right."

Sokov felt fortunate that he did not go to see what was written in the document out of curiosity, otherwise he might be sent to an isolated military city like Sokolovsky's adjutant. Although Zhukov said that he might be released in a few years, Sokov knew that such a top-secret plan, once leaked, would cause turmoil in the world situation, and those who knew about it would be detained indefinitely even if they were not silenced.

"Let's go," Zhukov said to Sokov, "There are some things that cannot be said here, let's go back to the office first."

After returning to the office, when Sokov saw that he and Zhukov were the only ones in the room, he asked tentatively: "Comrade Marshal, I know this huge secret, will it really be okay?"

"If I say it's okay, then it's okay, don't worry." Zhukov continued: "According to the original plan, Adelina will assist this person to enter the US control area, and during Truman's visit, he will replace Truman in the future."

Sokof pinched his chin with his right hand, thinking in his mind that he had read a novel written by a British in his later life, saying that in order to control the United States, the Soviet Union secretly cultivated a president's stand-in, intending to replace the real president at the right time. But before carrying out the mission, the stand-in chose to betray for a special reason, causing the plan to fail. He clearly remembered that the book mentioned that the person in charge of this plan was Chuikov. Since he didn't know much about the senior Soviet generals at that time, he even thought that Chuikov was Zhukov, but the translator wrote the wrong name when translating the novel.

"Misha, now this plan of stealing the sky and replacing the day has been cancelled." Zhukov looked at Sokov and asked, "Then Adelina doesn't have to go to Bavaria to perform special missions. How do you plan to place her next? Let her return to Moscow with you, or let her stay in Berlin?"

Sokov did not expect that Zhukov would ask this question. For a moment, his mind went blank and he did not know how to answer the other party.

Zhukov saw Sokov's embarrassment and took the initiative to say: "It is definitely unrealistic to ask her to follow you back to Moscow. If Asya knows what happened between you, she will be furious, so I think the best way is to It’s obviously more appropriate for her to stay in Berlin. After all, she has joined the translation team.”

"Comrade Marshal, you are right." Sokov felt that Zhukov's arrangement was very reasonable, so he nodded and said: "I will do as you said. When I return to Moscow, let Agelina stay. The translation team in Berlin continues to work."

"One more thing." Zhukov continued.

"What's going on?" Sokov asked.

"Originally, General Sokolovsky and I discussed that when Patton invites you to meet, we will provide him with false information." Zhukov looked at Sokov and asked: "But during your stay in Nuremberg, It’s been a while, but Barton hasn’t sent you an invitation yet. Do you know what’s going on?”

"Comrade Marshal," Sokov was also very confused about the fact that Patton never invited him. On the way back to Berlin, he calmed down and thought about this question carefully, and then came up with an answer that was closest to the truth. Since Zhukov asked, he told the other party his suspicion: "I think the failure of our plan may be related to the disbandment of their Strategic Intelligence Service by the United States."

"Oh, is it related to the dissolution of the Strategic Intelligence Service?" Zhukov said: "Tell me your reasons."

"The reason is simple. During the war in the United States, the intelligence they obtained was summarized and organized by the Strategic Intelligence Service. Once it is disbanded and there is no suitable new department to replace them, the U.S. intelligence agency will fall into chaos." Kove explained to Zhukov: "Even if our spies provide seemingly true information to the US intelligence personnel, after the intelligence personnel report this information, I am afraid there will be no one to tell them how to deal with it. This may be the failure of our plan. s reason."

After listening to Sokov's analysis, Zhukov walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, thinking quickly in his mind, wondering whether what Sokov said was reasonable.

After walking back and forth in the room for more than ten times, Zhukov finally stopped, faced Sokov, and said with some laughter and tears: "Misha, I have to say that your analysis is very accurate. Yes, as the After the disbandment of the Strategic Intelligence Service, the U.S. intelligence work fell into chaos. The trap we designed for them did not receive any attention at all. Because of this, no one contacted Patton to let them know. He sent you an invitation to visit the 15th Army Headquarters, which caused our plan to fail. "