Struggle in Soviet Russia

In the bathroom filled with fresh water mist, the two naked bodies are entangled together with a layer of water vapor. In a tall glass mirror, the virtual shadows of the two bodies appear, which are not very clear.

In front of the mirror, Victor grabbed the hair of the woman in front of him with one hand, and reached out with the other hand holding a cigarette, and wiped a handful on the front mirror.

A water mark less than five centimeters wide was wiped out on the mirror. In the water mark, Valentina's eyes were closed tightly, her lips were bitten, and she didn't know whether it was painful or happy.

Not very satisfied with the effect, Victor swayed his body while throwing aside the cigarette he had only smoked half a cigarette in his hand. He pulled a towel and wiped **** the mirror.

Immediately, the towel was slapped over Valentina's slightly opened mouth, and at the same time, he also accelerated the speed of his body swing.

When the last bit of willpower was finally consumed in the woman's body, Victor panted heavily and directly turned on the switch of the overhead shower. The lasing water sprayed on the two bodies and washed away two. Sweat on people.

When his breathing eased slightly, Victor raised his hand and slapped the woman's hip, which was already covered with red handprints, and watched the plump fat trembling violently in front of him. He smiled and went to kiss the woman. The back of water drops.

The phone rang faintly in the living room, and Valentina stood up and muttered, "It's the phone? Who would call so early?"

"Go and pick it up," Victor said, stepping back, reaching out and tapping her waist, "maybe there is something urgent."

Valentina nodded, pulled a bath blanket around her body, and then kissed Victor on the cheek before she walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing the woman staggering out, Victor smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

The madness of this night made him more satisfied than ever before, so much so that by now, his lower body was faintly aching.

Since his rebirth, he has had more than one woman, but so far, only Valentina has brought him the highest level of satisfaction. Of course, this is not to say that this woman is different or something Special skills.

The reason why Victor feels this way is because, compared to Sofia and the others, he can be more arbitrary when dealing with Valentina without any restraint. There are many methods that are not easy to use when dealing with Sophia and the others. The requests that are made can be made indulgently.

And Valentina, who deliberately pleased him, was also very obedient and omnipotent, even if some of the requirements were excessive, she could accept it casually.

It is this kind of wanton that makes Victor feel different. He doesn't need to restrain himself here, dress himself up, and can completely indulge. It feels good—for anyone.

There was a rush of footsteps from outside the bathroom. After a while, Valentina appeared at the door again. She said in a panic, "Victor, I'm looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Victor frowned, turned off the shower, pulled a towel, wiped his hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

The phone was on the coffee table in the small living room. Victor came out of the bathroom, walked to the sofa in the living room, bent over and picked up the telephone receiver on the coffee table.

"Hey, this is Victor..." he said into the receiver of the telephone.

"I'm Serov," before he could finish speaking, Serov's voice was already in the receiver of the phone. "You guy, I'll give you thirty minutes, and you will roll off that **** woman's belly."

"Hehe, that doesn't take thirty minutes, Comrade Ivan Alexandrovich," Victor smiled, putting the receiver in one of his hands.

There was silence on the phone for a while, and someone could be heard faintly smiling.

"Then go to my office!" Serov yelled on the phone, then hung up with a bang.

Victor was stunned by the sound on the phone. He moved the handset of the phone away from his ear and looked at the handset again before hanging up the phone.

"Is it all right?" Valentina asked cautiously on the side, "I listened to the person on the opposite side with a very bad tone."

"It's okay," Victor smiled, raised his right hand, pointed his index finger to the roof, and said, "The call from the chief, I have to rush over immediately."

"Really okay?" Valentina hurried to get him clothes, and when she was about to walk to the bedroom door, she turned around and asked.

Victor sat down on the sofa and waved to her.

Although Comrade Serov’s tone on the phone was very serious, Victor was not very worried. After all, it was no secret that he could not control the crotch. Comrade Serov would have been too lazy to bother with him.

In addition, Comrade Serov’s work style is very similar to Comrade Stalin’s, and they are both performance-only views. As long as he can do the job well and make outstanding achievements, and his political position is not deviated, he will not Excessive interference in the private lives of subordinates.

Under Valentina's service, Victor changed into his clothes. The former said that he was driving him there. When he went out, he discovered that there was already a black Volga car waiting there on the side of the street outside the small building.

It was just over five o'clock in the morning, and it was completely dark, but the blizzard stopped yesterday, and the staff of the municipal department had already begun to clear the snow on the streets.

When we drove to the building of the People’s Committee of National Security, when Victor got out of the car, he happened to see a burly middle-aged man getting out of another car. He greeted him, then greeted him and gave him a hug.

"When are you going back to Moscow?" Victor asked after hugging him while walking towards the entrance of the building, holding the other's arm.

"I came back with Comrade Serov early this morning," said the burly middle-aged man.

The burly middle-aged man’s surname is Eitingo and his full name is Leonid Alexandrovich Eitingo. His current rank is lieutenant colonel. Previously, he belonged to the NKVD. This time the NKVD and the country After the separation of the People’s Commission for Security, he was also transferred to the People’s Commission for National Security.

However, he does not have a real position now, because he has been in Buenos Aires before, and only returned to the Soviet Union some time ago. Then he went to the Caucasus and worked alongside Serov for a period of time, mainly because he was familiar with the current country. The basic situation of the People’s Committee for Security.

Aitingo is unfamiliar to many people because he is a "shadow", and the so-called "shadow" is the kind of person in the NKVD whose identity and tasks performed are highly confidential.

Not to mention others, even Victor didn’t know that Eitingo was the number one in the NKVD before he became the first deputy commissar of the People’s Commissar of National Security. He had enough authority until he got his current position. Later, he was found in those highly confidential personnel files.

In Victor's previous life, Eitingo's identity was only declassified by Russia after the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

What does this man do? It's okay. He was in charge of one thing in the past thirty years, nearly ten years, chasing Trotsky, and successfully completed the task.

Prior to this, Victor had proposed that Aitingo was responsible for the special department of the People’s Commissar of National Security, which was responsible for hoeing and killing traitors. This proposal was accepted by Comrade Serov, but it was not until today that Aitingo was brought back to Moscow.

Speaking of it, Eitingo is very similar to Victor in some respects. Both of them can’t control their crotch, and this guy is a bit more exaggerated than Victor, because he always likes to hook up with married women. Therefore, when the NKVD was not treated by Comrade Merkulov, he was sent to South America for many years.

The two chatted in front of the building before they went upstairs together to meet Comrade Serov, who is said to be in a bad mood today.

When I arrived at the door of Comrade Serov’s office, two purple-red doors were open. Standing outside, you could see Comrade Serov sitting on the sofa with Comrade Fitin, the former with a serious expression, the latter with a face. Smile and don't know what is being said.

Seeing the two Victors coming in from the door, Comrade Serov raised his hand and pointed at them, and said, "Look, our two dudes are here."

Feijing stood up and greeted the two of them. He shook hands with Victor, and then hugged Eitingo. The two had a long-term colleague relationship and had worked together more than ten years ago.

"Leonid, is the injury on the arm okay?" After the hug, Fitin patted Eitingo's arm and asked with a smile.

Eitingo heard this question, an awkward expression flashed across his face, but Victor barely laughed.

Before returning to the Soviet Union, when he was still in Argentina, Aitingo had just been injured by a knife, and was chopped by the husband of a little lover.

Although it was funny, Victor really didn't dare to laugh, because Comrade Serov, who was on the opposite side, was staring at him. What is certain is that if he laughed at this time, he would definitely not be able to escape from a nasty meal. .

After a simple greeting, the three of them walked to the sofa and sat down. Victor’s buttocks had just touched the sofa, and he heard Comrade Serov say: “This morning, just after returning to Moscow, Comrade Stalin mentioned about Vlasov’s problem."

As he said, his gaze fell on Victor again: "You still have time to sleep with a woman. I have already seen the plan for hoeing and **** submitted by the Intelligence Agency. Do you think that plan is feasible?"

Victor took the tea cup in front of Fijing, warmed his hands, and said, "Of course it's not feasible. I have seen that plan too. It is very rough and lacks details."