Struggle in Soviet Russia

In addition to Comrade Kalinin, there were two other people in the office. They were sitting on the sofa opposite Kalinin. Among the two, one is Comrade Beria and the other is Comrade Vasilievsky.

Well, Victor's two nominal leaders are now, and Comrade Stalin, the biggest BOSS, has no expression on his face, making people unable to understand what he is thinking.

Comrade Stalin obviously heard the sound of Victor entering the door, but he just raised his head and glanced here, then lowered his head again, and continued to look at the thing in front of him. Without getting the order, Victor could only stand at the door. ,dilemma.

Fortunately, Comrade Vasilevsky was a good man. Seeing that Comrade Stalin was not responding, he waved to Victor without authorization and pointed his finger at an independent sofa next to him, which obviously meant to let him go and sit down.

Victor hesitated for a moment, and finally accepted the other's kindness. He stretched the hem of Lenin's shirt, walked over cautiously, and put half of his **** on the sofa.

The room fell silent again, without speaking, not even a single sound.

After about four or five minutes, Comrade Stalin finally put down the document in his hand. He reached out for the phone on the table, shook the handle twice, and then said into the microphone: Comrade Husband’s Office."

After a while, the call should be connected, and Comrade Stalin asked at the beginning: "Comrade Andrei? Pressure Sandlovich, I need to understand the situation in Kronstadt. What is our Red Navy doing now? !"

His tone was very serious, with faint anger, Victor's heart beating when he heard it, it couldn't be more obvious. Comrade Stalin's mood at this time was definitely not good, otherwise, he would not be like this. Husband talking.

It was impossible for Victor to hear what Zhdanov said on the phone, but he knew some basic information about Kronstadt, which was on Kotlin Island, next to Leningrad. Since the outbreak of the war, especially after the German siege of Leningrad, the competition between the Soviet Union, Germany and the Soviet Union for this military port has never stopped.

Victor was still considering the recent changes in the fighting situation there. Comrade Stalin had already smashed the telephone receiver onto the phone with a choke.

Victor was startled by the loud voice. He even saw Comrade Kalinin who was opposite, his hands twitched violently. It seemed that the fright of the old man was much more serious than that of him.

"I don't know anything!" Comrade Stalin was already angry. He pinched the pipe in his right hand, waved his left hand in front of him, and said loudly, "I don't know anything! You have to ask about everything and check it out. This is our Bolsheviks and the working attitude of some comrades in our party!"

The door of the office was gently pushed open, and it seemed that someone had heard the movement inside, and specifically spied for any accident.

"Comrade Lenin emphasized in 22 years that some of our party members have already experienced serious slackness in their thinking and work. Now it seems that this problem has not been improved, and it is even becoming more and more serious. The more serious it is!" Comrade Stalin grabbed the box containing the shredded tobacco, stepped a few steps to the sofa next to Kalinin, said angrily, and threw himself on the sofa.

"I suggest that the executive committee can issue a document," Kalinin suggested in a low voice, "requiring all ministries and all levels of personnel to carry out an ideological rectification activity in their work, focusing on the investigation of this kind of negligent and slack style."

Well, he is the chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet. This kind of work of rectifying attitudes within the entire Union is really under his control.

However, Victor was complaining in his heart, and he thought, no wonder this old guy can live up to now and still stay in the position of the nominal head of state. Lovers are really licking dogs, as long as they can cater to Comrade Stalin, He really dared to say anything.

Now is the time of war. The frontline troops are busy fighting, the people behind are busy producing. Everyone feels that there is not enough time. This old guy actually proposed to do ideological rectification work. What is this not adding to the chaos?

Fortunately, the old man was always confused, and Comrade Stalin was not yet.

Refilling the pipe in his hand with shredded tobacco, Comrade Stalin lit the pipe again, and then he ignored Kalinin, but looked directly at Victor.

"Where is the traitor from Kotov now?" Comrade Stalin asked bluntly without any extra words.

"I received a message from Novi Borskoye 43 at 9:40," Victor hurriedly sat upright and said, "Say that Kotov has been escorted by the Kostavo detachment on the road, and they walked away. It’s the waterway, going upstream along the Dnieper River to Loyev. Considering that the news was sent by the Kostavo Detachment, and then to the Novi Borskoye 43 station, there will be three intelligence transfers halfway through. It takes an hour, so..."

Speaking of this, Victor stopped, looked at his watch, and quickly calculated again, before he said: "It has been four hours now. If everything goes well, the **** should have entered the leadership of Captain Urenov. Kinkinjo guerrilla zone."

"Are you sure?" Comrade Stalin asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, ah, provided that nothing happened in the middle," Victor nodded first, then added.

"What is the probability of change?" Comrade Stalin asked again, this question is a bit difficult.

"This... shouldn't be big," Victor hesitated for a moment before taking the risk. "The two guerrilla areas have been facing mainly from the encirclement and suppression of the German garrisons in Gomel and Modiri. Since the previous large-scale encirclement of Belarus, coupled with the German defeat under Moscow, the German garrisons in these two places have become weak. This is also the reason why the two guerrilla areas can grow rapidly. With these in mind, I I feel that the possibility of an accident is not high."

Comrade Stalin was obviously very satisfied with his answer. His stern expression softened a bit. He took a pipe and asked: "Tell me, in order to successfully **** the traitor to Moscow, you will What kind of plan did you have?"

Victor swallowed and licked his lips again. He felt a little dry lips because of his nervousness.

Comrade Beria, who was sitting next to him, obviously noticed this. He leaned forward slightly and pushed the cup of tea in front of him to Victor.

"Ah, thank you, Comrade Lavrenji," Victor hurriedly thanked him, then picked up the tea and drank it, then continued: "It was very difficult to transport Kotovya to Moscow. However, thanks to the rapid development of our guerrilla area behind enemy lines in the past period of time, this difficulty has been weakened a lot. In my plan, Kotov will pass through most of the Propyat River swamp belt. , From Loyev to Starodub, there are six guerrilla zones to respond back and forth. The problem will not be too big. The key danger lies in the section after passing Starodub until it bypasses Bryansk. In that section, the specific work will be carried out by the experienced Captain Yardinov. He opened a secret passage at the junction of the German 35th Army and the Mechanized 46th Army, and in the past six Within a month, a large amount of supplies were sent to the guerrilla area behind enemy lines through this channel."

"Well, is it Captain Yaliko Semenovich Yardinov? I have heard his name," said Comrade Stalin, nodding.

"Yes, it is him," Victor said hastily, "Captain Yardinov is already the most suitable candidate we can find."

Comrade Stalin was silent for a while, and when the people around saw him not talking, they did not dare to interrupt.

"Comrade Viktor Viktorovich, if I remember correctly, you were responsible for the guerrilla work behind enemy lines in the direction of Belarus?" After a long time, Comrade Stalin suddenly asked.

"Ah, yes," Victor had a bad feeling in his heart, but he bit his head.

"Yes, I still remember that in the early days of the Moscow campaign, the guerrilla struggle behind the enemy lines in Belarus provided us with great support for the defense of Moscow," Comrade Stalin continued. Yes, a total of..."

"There are a total of 407 guerrilla squads, large and small, with a total number of about 76,000," Victor said. After Comrade Skalenko took over the work of the guerrillas, the guerrilla struggle in Belarus has seen new developments, and now..."

At this point, Victor realized that he seemed to be talking a little too much, so he stopped so stiffly.

"How are you now?" Comrade Stalin looked at him with interest, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Oh..." Victor looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"It seems that our Comrade Victor Viktorovich wants to show some face to Comrade Moskalenko," Beria said in a joke beside him.

Sure enough, Comrade Stalin's slightly smiling face just now became gloomy again.

A clever provocation will never require a series of slanders, as long as you catch a suitable opportunity, or even an understatement, you can send the target to hell, and Comrade Beria clearly knows the way.