Struggle in Soviet Russia

So, yes, history is a big cesspool. When anything is thrown in and then taken out, it will be stained colorful and smelly. Obviously, those who modify history with various purposes are the dung in the cesspool.

Halfway through the document, the phone on the coffee table suddenly called without warning. Victor was shocked. He quickly picked up the receiver and put it to his ear, but inexplicably expecting the two women upstairs. Can't hear this sound.

"Hey, is it Comrade Victor? Victorovich?" There was a low voice on the phone, which seemed familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Yes, I'm Victor Victorovich, may I ask if you are..." Victor said.

"This is the Special Section of the Central Committee, this is Alexander Nikolayevich," the voice on the phone said.

"Ah, hello, Comrade Alexander Nikolaevich," Victor subconsciously sat up straight and said respectfully.

"That's it, Comrade Victor Viktorovich," said the person on the phone. "If it is convenient for you now, please come to the Kremlin immediately. Comrade Stalin wants to see you."

"Okay, I'll go over immediately," Victor nodded subconsciously, but then realized that the other party couldn't see him, and said quickly.

The Alexander Nikolayevich on the phone is naturally Poskerbeshev. He is Comrade Stalin's great secretary, and his official position is the section chief of the Special Section of the Central Committee of the CPSU. He has been in this position since 1928, and it has not changed until now, as if this position was specially set for him.

Of course, Victor’s respect is not simply due to the other party’s position. The main reason is that the other party is one of the few people who absolutely trusts Comrade Stalin. In terms of gaining the trust of Comrade Stalin, even Pele Ya cannot be compared with Comrade Boskrebeshev.

Taking a deep breath, Victor put the phone receiver back on the pedestal, and when he was about to get up, he heard Safina's voice from the upper floor: "Whose call?"

"It's Comrade Poskrebeshev's call. He asked me to go to the Kremlin." Victor glanced back, just in time to see Diana coming out from behind Safina, the two standing side by side. It looks like a pair of bright sisters.

"Now?" Ji Ana asked with her hands on Safina's shoulders.

"Yes, you must rush over at once," Victor withdrew his gaze.

The two women were standing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, and the light was thrown from behind them. The thin pajamas couldn't block the mountains and rivers inside. This made Victor feel a fever in his lower abdomen.

"Then when can you come back?" Safina asked, "I want to talk to you."

"Oh?" Victor hesitated. He didn't want to talk to these two women now, saying that he was avoiding or whatever, anyway, he didn't want to talk about it. "It's not certain now, maybe it will be night."

When he finished speaking, he bent over and picked up the papers on the table, his mouth turned off the topic, and said, "If there is no accident, I may have to wait until late to come back. You don't need to wait for me or prepare dinner for me. ."

With that said, Victor turned and walked towards the door.

Fortunately, the two women didn't mean to stop him, so they let him leave.

After coming out of the house, Victor remembered that it was still raining outside, and that Varenka had been sent away by him. He now has no car or umbrella. Is it possible to pass through the square with his head bare?

After a short period of thought, Victor still did not choose to go back, but trot across the square under the rain, went to Building 2, found a car in the game, and drove to the Kremlin by himself.

Today’s Victor does not have the right to freely enter and exit the Kremlin, and his personal credentials will not play any role here. Therefore, he must be questioned by the guards in the guard room, and the guards have to talk to Poskrebeshev on the phone. To confirm his purpose of entering the Kremlin.

When all the formalities were completed and Victor rushed to the small white building where Comrade Stalin’s office was located, nearly twenty minutes had passed. For this, he was still a little anxious, but waited until he actually climbed to the second floor and watched. When he arrived in the corridor, he realized that he seemed to be too anxious.

It can be seen that for Comrade Stalin, today must be a busy day, because the corridor outside his office is still full of people. The waiting room is used to give waiters a temporary rest. The same is true. It was also full of people.

Victor took a look and found that some of these people really knew him. Of course, it was unlikely that the other party knew him.

First, he squeezed into the waiting room and made a registration. When Victor came out, he walked to the end of the crowd and waited in line. In his opinion, it was estimated that he would not be his turn without waiting for two or three hours.

For a civil servant, patience is also a very important practice, and Victor has practiced well in this aspect in his previous life.

Victor’s position was at the back of the team, just at the corner of the stairs. In front of him was a thin young man. The opponent looked at most in his early thirties. He was wearing a black suit. Perhaps it was for Comrade Stalin. To make a good impression, he also wore a brown tie. But what he didn’t know was that Comrade Stalin hated other people’s tie. No one knew the reason. However, most of the big figures in Moscow’s core power circle, including Zhdanov, would choose to wear Lenin. Pretend to see him, even in a suit without a tie.

"Hey, hello," the young man looked at Victor up and down, stretched out his hand, and smiled. "This is Vyacheslav Andreevich Cherepanov, from the Tank Industry Committee."

"Hello," Victor said, shook hands with each other hastily, "Viktor Viktorovich Tarasev."

He didn't say which department he came from, mainly because he was worried about scaring the other party.

The young man obviously didn't notice Victor's name, or he had never heard Victor's name. However, unlike this young man, a woman in front of him turned her head and looked at Victor curiously. Obviously, this woman must have heard of Victor's name.

"Are you also waiting for Comrade Stalin to receive him?" Vyacheslav seemed to be very talkative, and he continued to ask with some excitement.

"Yes," Victor nodded, and didn't mind that what the other person asked was a complete nonsense. Are the people standing here waiting to be summoned by Comrade Stalin?

"Which department do you belong to, have you also received a Medal of Selfless Labor?" the young man asked immediately.

Victor suddenly remembered that recently it seemed that a group of people had received a Medal of Selfless Labor because of their outstanding achievements in military production. He had never heard of this medal in his previous life, so he was quite curious.

He was trying to find a way to deal with this talkative young man, but the woman in front had already reached out and said, "Hello, Comrade Victor Viktorovich, this is Bolovikova, Valentina Vasily Yevna Polovikova."

Victor froze for a moment, then reacted, and hurriedly reached out and shook the opponent, and said, "Ah, hello, Miss Valentina, it's nice to meet you."

Following the handshake, he looked at each other carefully. He must admit that this is a very outstanding woman. Her facial features seem to be permeating a sense of sexiness all the time. Just take a look. It will be impressive.

This woman, hey, Victor really knows, to be precise, he knows the other person, and the other person doesn't necessarily know him.

In this woman’s self-introduction, she was named Polovkova, but those who knew her knew her surname was Serova, and Polovkova was her surname before her marriage. As for this Serova is her husband's last name.

The reason why Victor knows this woman is because he has seen a movie played by this woman. When this time has just passed, the "Grumpy Girl" is being released all over the league. This woman is because she played the protagonist Li Shaer became famous and was called the "Monroe of the Soviet Union."

As for the woman’s husband, he is also an amazing guy. His name is Anatoly. He is an ace pilot who won the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union" in the Spanish Civil War. Unfortunately, he fell during a test flight in the previous two years. Died, so this rosy-faced woman became a widow.

"I'm glad to meet you too," Valentina was obviously interested in Victor. She bumped the somewhat dazed Vyacheslav with her shoulder, knocking the poor young man directly aside, and she stood up to him. In the position, next to Victor, smiled, "I have read the novel you wrote, and I like it very much, um, I like that song very much."

Victor was a little dazed. He was stunned for a while before remembering that this woman should be talking about "The Dawn Here is Quiet".

"The dawn here is quiet, from the cracks of the apple tree..." As if to prove herself, the woman even hummed a few words quietly, let alone her husky voice with a bit of a whisper, It sounds really flavorful.

"Ah! You are Serona?!" Vyacheslav, who was pushed aside, obviously recognized Valentina, and he exclaimed in a low voice.

"Thank you," Valentina said with a slight frown, and then turned her attention to Victor's body. She moved a short step toward Victor's side and said, " Is that story really true? I have always been curious, if I have the opportunity, I really want to have a good chat with you."