Struggle in Soviet Russia

In an office that was originally very narrow and was extremely cramped because it was full of various documents, all the documents and utensils that were still on the desk and desktop were all scattered on the ground at this time. Instead, there were two entangled ones. White flower flower body.

Victor, with a sweaty body, put one hand on Nino’s mouth, muffled her some presumptuous screams in her mouth, and the other hand held her full chest firmly until that The pleasure that rushed to the brain gradually turned into a lingering rhyme. Then, panting and lowering his head, he buried his entire face in Nino's sweat-stained **** neck.

After a long time, when he felt the separated soul return to his body, his breathing became more symmetrical, Victor let go of his hands, he glanced at Nino’s somewhat bruised chest, and bowed his head and kissed there. Pat her thigh wrapped around her waist, and motioned her to let herself get up.

Nino still raised her head, and some **** veins protruded from her red neck. Not only did she not let go of her legs, but she applied a bit of strength, as if she still didn't want the man on her body to leave.

Victor had no choice but to continue to press on her like that, looking up slightly, watching the expression on her face change.

After a few more minutes, Nino finally let go of her legs slowly, she drew her head back, kissed Victor’s forehead, and asked: "How did you find this place? I thought you had forgotten me. That's it."

Victor smiled and deliberately put his hands on her plump breasts, used her **** as a point of strength, and supported herself to straighten up. Then, he just pressed her to prevent her from getting up, but he admired that the talent stayed on her. Every trace underneath, I smiled in my mouth: "You know, I was injured before, and I lay in the hospital bed for more than two months. I was discharged from the hospital a week ago. Now I have appeared in front of you. NS."

Nino was not shy when this scumbag looked down on her unconcealed body. She lay there lazily with her two energetic thighs hanging under the table. This posture was obviously uncomfortable, but she was He didn't care at all, he just fixed his eyes on Victor's lower abdomen, where there was a scar nearly a foot long. Because of the stitches, the traces left after the stitches were removed, like a big flesh-red centipede lying there, hideous and terrifying.

Feeling Nino’s gaze, Victor looked down at the location of the scar, stretched out his hand and touched it there, and said, “You don’t know, when I was injured, I watched my intestines flow out from here, I just felt I was dying. At that time, I lit the last cigarette on my body, and while smoking it, I was thinking of you in my heart. I really want to see you at that time, but I don’t want you to see my embarrassment. It looks like a contradiction."

Victor opened his mouth for this kind of coaxing lie. He really thought of his woman at the time, thought of Olica, and thought of Safina, who had just started using it, but he didn't seem to think of Nino.

Of course, not everyone in this world wants to hear the truth. If everyone only tells the truth and not the lie, then 99% of lovers in the world will score.

It wasn't such a touching love story, but Nino's eyes, which were already overflowing with water, seemed to be even more moist. This was not touching, but touching.

She rolled over, got up from the table, and the moment her feet landed, she squatted in front of Victor and leaned toward him.

What Victor was about to say was swallowed abruptly. He looked at Nino's clean naked back with a wry smile, and knew in his heart that this woman who has always had a big need would definitely not let him go easily.

After scored twice, Victor put on a military uniform under Nino’s service. He could not stay here for long, not because he was worried about Nino’s overwhelming demands, but because he had to patrol several important areas in the suburbs of Moscow before this evening. Again. Tomorrow morning, the NKVD will hold a meeting of the whole committee. As the main leader in charge of domestic intelligence work, Victor needs to submit a work report at this meeting. The main content is the intelligence network and radar stations in the periphery of Moscow. Progress of reconstruction work.

Nino seemed reluctant to leave Victor, but she also knew that this man was very busy now, and in the future, she was in Tula and Victor was in Moscow. The two places are so close that they can meet anytime they want. Therefore, there is no excessive entanglement.

The convoy set off again in the blizzard. In the car, Victor felt a little guilty looking at the gradually blurred figure behind him.

During the nearly forty minutes in Nino’s office, there was basically no communication between the two. Oh, it was a language exchange, and there was definitely a lot of body fluid exchange. After forty minutes, he put on his clothes and left. It feels like that. It's like coming to someone for a gunshot.

The convoy departed from Tula, and the next stop was Kaluga, which is the main area of ​​Moscow air defense warning. It is also the road junction from Bryansk and Orel to Moscow. At the same time, it is also the location of the current Western Front Army headquarters. .

Near noon, the convoy arrived at the main road from Kaluga to Serpukhov. When there was still some distance from the main road, Victor saw a continuous black line on the road from inside the car, and waited until the car When I got closer, I saw that the black line was formed entirely by captured German prisoners of war.

These prisoners of war wore all kinds of warm clothing, oh, let's call it clothing, all ragged and covered with dirt, not so much as soldiers, it is more appropriate to say that they are beggars. One by one, their eyes were dull and numb, and they stumbled as if they would fall to the ground at any time. On the road along their way, there were many dead bodies.

The one responsible for escorting these captives is a cavalry attached to the NKVD. Whenever a captive falls to the ground, the nearest cavalry will rush over and beat them with a whip, if the cavalry runs out of patience. , If the captive could not get up from the ground, the cavalry would not hesitate to draw out the war knife and insert it in the heart of the captive.

There won’t be a lot of blood spilling from this incision, because the low temperature will quickly freeze the blood in the wound. Then, the rustling snow will cover the corpse and become a very inconspicuous person on the highway. Small snow hills.

Only after a short period of half a year, the two armies that used to fight together and were friendly to each other have become unshakable enemies. The depth of the hatred has reached the point where the two sides do not regard each other as the same kind. . Victor would sometimes think stupidly, if this war did not break out between Sov and Germany, on the contrary, they formed an alliance, then what will the world of the future look like?

Hey, that would be a disaster, Victor believed in his own judgment.

Although Kaluga is not the current front-line battlefield, the battle here just ended a day ago. A German armored unit was surrounded by the main force of the 33rd Army in the area. The entire battle lasted for nearly four days, and it finally ended at night before yesterday. Soviet rockets blew up the German division command post, and the remaining four thousand Germans chose to surrender.

A large number of bombed trucks and tanks were abandoned near the village of Siovai Gach on the outskirts of Kaluga, and there were also many well-preserved tanks that were out of oil. They were also abandoned there. This is a The German armored unit was desperate due to lack of materials and exhausted ammunition.

From Tula to Kaluga, and then from Kaluga to Mozhaisk, Victor couldn’t remember how many German prisoners of war and the destroyed German tanks and trucks he saw on the way. Of course, he couldn’t remember even more. It is the corpse, and some executions on the side of the road. The executioners of the NKVD will not stand on the sidelines at this time. The order issued by the committee is to screen the German prisoners of war. All the members of the SS Once discovered, they were immediately executed on the spot.

The Germans can choose to execute the Red Army political commissars and members of the NKVD on the spot, while the Soviets can choose to execute the SS members on the spot.

The last stop of Victor's tour was Kaliningrad. When he finished his tour of the last stop, he returned to Moscow again, and it was late at night.

At this time, there is no light in the city of Moscow. Although the fighting around the city has ended and the besieging German troops have been repelled, the city's light control has not been lifted to prevent night air raids.

The motorcade drove across the street, and by the moonlight, you could see the buildings on both sides of the street, still surrounded by explosion-proof sandbags nearly two meters high, and the shatter-resistant adhesive strips pasted on the window glass were like "X"s. The characters seem to reflect the light under the moonlight.

As the steel barriers on the street have not been removed, the convoy is moving very slowly. Not only does it need to bypass the piles of obstacles, but it also has to deal with the checkpoints that appear from time to time.

Gogol Boulevard, in front of an old Russian-style villa with double guards, Victor stood at the door, watching the convoy escorting him slowly disappear into the night, then turned around and took out the key, preparing to open the door of the building. .

However, before his key was inserted into the keyhole, the door that was originally tightly closed had been opened from the inside. A woman in a short pink nightdress came out of the door and jumped into his arms. , Two bright white slender thighs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and hung on him like a koala.

The moonlight shines on a woman's gorgeous face, who can it be if it's not Nadya?

Victor held the woman's elastic buttocks in both hands, with a smile on his face, but secretly distressed in his heart. Sometimes there are too many women, which seems to be an annoyance.