Struggle in Soviet Russia

Just entering mid-November, Moscow had its first snow since the beginning of winter this year.

The snow is not very big, there are no snowflakes, but ice crystals smaller than sesame seeds. These granular ice crystals fall on the ground and pave the road with a thin layer of ice. It is very easy to slip on the road. .

It was early in the morning when Victor was walking in front of the National Security People’s Committee building. The guards were spreading salt on the stairs in front of the building. This prevents the stairs from slipping and speeds up the dissolution of the ice.

Victor refused Varenka's support and walked up the stairs himself. He was less than thirty years old, far from the point where he needed someone to support him when he walked.

Walking to the door of her office, Victor took out the key to open the door, twisted the key twice, only to find that the office door was locked, no need to ask, Sophia did not go back to her own residence last night, but slept in his lounge. inside.

After sending Varenka away, Victor reached out and knocked on the door, and soon Sophia, wearing a black pajamas, opened the door for him.

"Didn't go back last night?" After entering the door, Victor took off his trench coat and hung it directly on the hanger at the door. Then he glanced at Sophia, who was walking inside with his disheveled hair.

"No," Sophia said, putting her hands in her hair, "it was almost one o'clock when the work was over, and it was still snowing outside, so I didn't bother to go back."

Victor looked at her back, especially her enchanting figure hidden in her pajamas, and she couldn't help but feel a little itchy. In recent days, Safina went to Ekaterina Castle on a business trip, and Nadya was facing the end of the year. There was no time to come over during the exam. He, a scumbag who likes to arrange flowers, had been alone for a few days.

After Sofia walked into the suite, Victor saw her walk straight into the bathroom, and followed him in.

In front of the mirror, Sophia had just picked up a lipstick and was about to put on makeup. When he saw Victor coming over, he moved aside when he was going to wash his hands and asked, "Has the snow stopped outside?"

Victor moved behind her, leaned his hands from her waist, and straightly grasped the fullness of her chest, while coping vaguely: "It has stopped, but it seems to continue."

Feeling the strangeness behind him, especially under the hips, Sophia just turned around and looked at him with a smile. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the phone ringing suddenly outside.

Victor's hand stiffened, he shrugged helplessly, and then he kissed Sofia's lips again before he walked out of the bathroom quickly.

The call came from the intelligence analysis department, saying that the highest-level intelligence information was passed on from the Berlin intelligence station and asked if it was sent to him now.

Since it was sent back from the Berlin Intelligence Station, and it was of the highest level, not to mention that Victor was in the office now, even if he was in the Far East, he had to see the contents of the intelligence as soon as possible.

"What's the matter?" Sophia walked out of the suite a moment later, and when she saw Victor frowning and sitting behind the desk, she asked curiously.

"Important information from the Berlin Intelligence Station," Victor raised his eyebrows and said, "Someone will send it over later."

Sophia nodded, turned around and went back to the suite. A few minutes later, when she came out again, she had changed into a uniform.

It was Besonov who sent the documents. After he was transferred to Moscow, he was in charge of the work of the intelligence analysis department of the Foreign Intelligence Service. However, his rank has not been changed. After all, the promotion of school-level officers is not so easy. .

This time the information sent by the Berlin Intelligence Station was about a captured general. Yes, it was Andrei Andreevich Vlasov. At the end of June, he was in Polis. He disappeared when he was commanding operations on the front line. Later, the intelligence department of the People's Committee of the Interior at the time confirmed the news that he was captured by the Germans.

Now, after nearly five months, the Berlin intelligence service confirmed his whereabouts and at the same time confirmed the reality of his betrayal.

If it was just a rebellion, Victor would not have the same headache as it is now. The key is that this guy not only rebelled, but also published an open letter in the German newspaper, blatantly proclaiming: The enemy of the Russian nation is not Hitler. And the Nazi Party and Wehrmacht led by Stalin and the Bolsheviks and Red Army led by Stalin.

Who is Vlasov? In addition to being a general, he was also a hero. Yes, Comrade Stalin personally recognized the hero. From the outbreak of the war to being captured by the Germans, he has been fighting and commanding the front line. When Victor was still in Lviv, he had dealt with this man. It was at that time that he received his order to have that defensive battle that barely killed Victor.

During the Battle of Moscow, the unit commanded by this man was the first defensive unit to reach the northern suburbs of Moscow. It was he on the line of the Moscow Canal between Dmitrov and Lake Iksa that blocked the German forces from moving towards Moscow city. The advancement won precious time for the arrival of the follow-up troops.

Therefore, after the end of the Moscow campaign, Comrade Stalin used his special plane to take this person to Moscow and personally award him honors. During that time, all newspapers and broadcasts of the Alliance were propaganda about him.

It's such a person who has suddenly rebelled now, and he also produced such an open letter, this stuff... As long as Victor thinks about it, he feels his head has been bigger than a circle. God knows that Comrade Stalin will be angry when he sees this information. What it looks like.

The previous feeling of the worm's brain has long gone. Victor sat behind his desk and smoked a cigarette, then stood up, sorted out all the information, put it in his briefcase, and said to Sophia : "Let's go, to the Kremlin."

Yes, it is foreseeable that once Comrade Stalin sees this information, he will definitely be furious. The ghost knows how many people will be affected, but even so, Victor can't, let alone hide the news. Not only could he not hide it, but he had to send this information to Comrade Stalin as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if the news is told to Comrade Stalin, he will definitely be rubbed on the ground.

On the way to the Kremlin, Victor has been thinking about the possible reaction of Comrade Stalin.

If nothing else, the first order Comrade Stalin gave was to exile all of Vlasov's family. Of course, exile is already the lightest punishment. If you say it is not good, you will have to kill all of them in a pot.

The second order should be to eliminate the impact. After all, Vlasov has been promoted as a hero before. Now that the hero has rebelled, the propaganda he has done cannot be recovered. Therefore, the best way to deal with it is Announcing that Vlasov is dead, downplay it.

The third order may be to investigate people close to Vlasov. His relatives and friends are all within the scope of the investigation.

The fourth order is mostly to kill Vlasov, no matter what means, he must be killed, and he must be killed as soon as possible.

Among the four possible orders, the third and fourth are undoubtedly the most difficult. The fourth point goes without saying. According to intelligence, Vlasov is now in Berlin. It is hard to imagine how difficult it is to kill him in Berlin.

As for the difficulty of the third article, Vlasov’s network of relations is very complicated. He and Zhukov, Rokosovsky, Bagramyan, Yelyomenko, etc., many high-ranking Soviet generals They are both classmates; they are close friends with Meletskov, and the relationship between the two should not be too close; in addition, the relationship between him and Khrushchev is also well-known, and both of them live in Moscow. right next to.

If Comrade Stalin really issues the third order, it will be difficult for Victor, because he has to include all these people in the scope of the investigation.

"Sophia," Victor told Valenka to stop the car just as the car was about to enter the Red Square, then took out a pen and a notepad, and wrote a list on it, while saying to Sofia, " I get off here, and you ask Varenka to send you to the General Staff to find Comrade Vasilevsky."

Sophia looked at the list he wrote and nodded.

"Please think of a way to notify these people on the list, just say Vlasov has defected," Victor stopped again when he said this.

He frowned and thought about it, closed the notebook again, put it back in his pocket, and replied, "No, no list, just tell him this news. Besides, after finishing this matter, you immediately return to the committee member. Ministry, inform Comrade Serov of this news."

After speaking, he exhorted again: "The time should be fast, do you remember it?"

"Remember," Sophia nodded solemnly.

"Well, I'll get off here, you guys go right away," Victor took the briefcase from Sophia and pushed the door to get out of the car.

Seeing Varenka drove around on the road and drove back along the path, Victor sighed and strode towards the Red Square.

The Kremlin, in front of Comrade Stalin's office building.

Victor slipped while walking up the stairs and almost didn't fall. Fortunately, he was young, with agile hands and feet, and kept his balance.

When he entered the office building, he did not go directly to the second floor, but first went to the special place where Poskrebeshev was.

At the door of the special place, he happened to meet Bos Klebeshev coming out of it. The other party was a little surprised when he saw him, and asked with a look of surprise: "Why are you here? I didn't make a phone call beforehand."

"I want to see Comrade Stalin," Victor said. "The Berlin Intelligence Station has important information relayed back."

"Are you in a hurry?" Boskrebeshev asked with a frown. "Comrade Stalin just fell asleep, and it hasn't been half an hour."

"I'm anxious, please wake him up." Victor said.