Struggle in Soviet Russia

The ringing of "Ringling" interrupted the restlessness in the room. Victor buried his sweat-stained face between Anrina's neck, squeezed the hands that had been on her chest, and shook it twice with brute force. Waist, then panted and calmed down.

The phone's ringing didn't seem to stop, it was always ringing casually there. Victor rested for a few seconds, and waited until the gasp was less severe, then reached out and grabbed the receiver of the phone.

"This is Proskurov," the call was just connected, and before Victor could speak, a serious voice came from the receiver, "I am Major Ivan Alexandrovich Serov."

Hearing this string of voices on the phone, Victor held his breath, and raised his free left hand subconsciously. He covered Anrina's slightly gasping mouth, adjusted his emotions, and said, "Hello , Comrade Major Ivan Alexandrovich, this is Viktor Viktorovich Tarasev."

"Very good," said Major Serov on the phone, not knowing what he meant by what he was doing well, but then he gave the order, "Comrade Viktor Viktorovich, I order you now, let go With all the work in hand, come to Proskurov immediately, and I will see you at this time tomorrow."

"Yes, Comrade Major Ivan Alexandrovich, I will set off right away," Victor replied without hesitation.

"Then, see you at this time tomorrow," Major Serov said at last and hung up.

Looking at the telephone receiver with the busy tone in his hand, Victor hesitated for a while before hanging up the phone.

Pressing one hand on the table, getting up from Anrina's soft back, Victor reached out and pulled one side of the chair and sat down, thinking about Serov's purpose for letting him go to Proskurov.

Having been in the security department for so long, Viktor certainly knew who Serov was and a little bit about his work style. In Ukraine, the cleaning work of the People's Committee of the Interior is basically led by him. The saying circulating in the security system is that this person is unsmiling and has nothing to say about the issue of work. Of course, in such a special department, high-level leaders cannot play without such a personality.

An Lina saw him sitting on the chair expressionlessly, she didn't dare to disturb him, she sorted her clothes silently.

The distance from Shepchenkovo ​​to Proskurov is nearly 370 kilometers. It is not far, but it is not very close. The key point is that the traffic is not very convenient on this road. Not only is there no train to ride, but there are not many smooth roads. It is necessary to leave early in order to avoid accidents.

Said that he was going to leave early, but after taking a shower and simply changing some clothes, Victor, who had lunch, delayed leaving Shepchenkovo ​​until one o'clock in the afternoon. He left by car, and the driver is still Valenka.

Ashamed, since his rebirth, Victor has not left Shepchenkovo ​​in his footsteps. This trip to Proskurov is the furthest he has traveled.

Proskurov is currently the most developed city in the Soviet-controlled Western Ukraine. It is an important industrial town. At the end of World War II in Victor’s previous life, the largest front army battle in the history of the Soviet-German War broke out here. In the same direction, the powerful forces of three tank armies were invested. During the battle, the Soviet aviation troops dispatched an average of more than 400 sorties a day.

Of course, in today's world, that cruel war has not yet broken out, and Proskurov, the jewel of West Ukraine, has not been completely destroyed by artillery fire.

From Shepchenkovo ​​to Proskurov, Victor spent six hours, and when he entered the city, it was completely dark.

According to the procedure, he first reported to the People’s Committee of the Interior, and then was arranged to rest in the soldiers’ club in the city-the so-called soldiers’ club, whose full name is "Soviet Red Army Revolutionary Soldiers’ Club", similar to Proskurov. There are generally two soldier clubs in the big cities of China, namely the "Soviet Red Army Revolutionary Soldiers Club" and the "Soviet Red Navy Revolutionary Soldiers Club". Compared with the domestic, it is actually equivalent to a guest house in a military area.

After a rest in the club for one night, the next morning, less than nine o'clock, he received a notice from Major Serov that he wanted to meet with him and asked him to go to the committee immediately.

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In the spacious carpeted hallway, Victor sat on a row of chairs on the right side of the hallway. He kept his eyes straight, his waist was straight, and his ears were erected high, listening to the sound coming from the end of the hallway. .

In this corridor, there are now more than a dozen people similar to him. These people are all wearing the uniforms of the People’s Committee of the Interior. They are all sitting upright and not squinting. If you look closely, the lowest rank among them is. Second lieutenant, and all of them are very young. Judging from the appearance, the oldest is probably under forty years old.

A soft "creak" broke the dead silence in the corridor. Inside the double-open door at the end of the corridor, a second lieutenant with blond hair came out, and behind the second lieutenant, followed by a young man in a gray Lenin costume. .

"Comrade Lieutenant Vakim Visarianovic," the gray-clothed young man shouted, standing at the door.

"Here!" A lieutenant who was sitting diagonally across from Victor stood up quickly and responded loudly. Then he walked quickly towards the end of the corridor.

The blond second lieutenant who just came out of the door looked a little depressed, his face was gray, his eyes lacked focus, and he looked a little desperate. He came from the end of the corridor, past Victor, and went straight to the other end of the corridor.

Quiet again in the corridor quickly, even though there were more than a dozen people gathered here, they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

Victor could feel the tension of everyone present, and it was a bit funny, just like him, these people present in their respective residences are definitely big people with real power, unless they are crazy, otherwise no one will provoke them. them. But here, these big people have all become Pippi shrimps after autumn, and they are so empty inside that they don't even dare to show the atmosphere.

The People’s Committee of the Interior, especially the State Security Administration under it, is such a department. It has great power, but the distinction between upper and lower levels is also extremely strict. Don’t use "comrades" as an example. This is not a place for great class unity. It is a place dedicated to class struggle.

After waiting for another ten minutes, the door at the end of the corridor opened again, and the lieutenant who was advancing came out with joy, and the young man in grey clothes behind him said loudly, "Comrade Lieutenant Victor Viktorovich. "

"Here!" Victor stood up quickly and responded. Then, he picked up the military cap placed on his lap and put it on his head. Then he quickly walked towards the place where the young man was.

The room inside the door is very spacious and facing the sun. The sun shines in from the open window, and the whole room is shining brightly.

Victor walked in and saw a small table facing the direction. There was a typewriter on the small table. A female soldier in a boat hat was sitting behind the small table, looking at him with interest.

Looking away, there was a large desk on the east side of the room. At this moment, a guy who looked at most forty years old and had disheveled hair was sitting behind that desk. He faced the window next to the desk, looked out the window, and was smoking a cigarette with relish.

Under the guidance of the young man in gray, Victor walked to the front of the big desk, until he stood in front of the desk, the guy behind the desk turned his face to look at him.

"Comrade Lieutenant Victor Viktorovich Tarashev," said Major Serov, looking at him with his eyes, "please sit down."

Victor saluted the opponent, then took off his hat again and sat down carefully on the chair next to the desk.

"Shepchenkovo ​​has done a good job," Major Serov waited for him to take his seat, and said in a calm tone, "Judging from the results of the past two weeks, you are quite experienced and fulfilled enough."

Victor didn't speak, and he didn't need to speak at this time.

"However, in addition to work, your performance is somewhat unsatisfactory," Major Serov opened the drawer at hand, took out a few envelopes from it, and threw them in front of Victor. "Look, this It is the report letter I received in the past two weeks. Someone reported that you set up a criminal law privately and violated the interests of farm farmers. Others reported that you were indiscriminately killing innocent people. Oh, there were others who reported that you had an improper relationship with the exiled prisoner. clear."

Victor's mouth twitched, but he still didn't speak.

"Don't you want to explain something?" Major Serov asked blankly, looking at him.

"Comrade Major, I have nothing to explain," Victor hesitated, and finally said honestly.

"Well, I didn't intend to listen to your explanation either," Major Serov showed a grin on his serious face. He pushed the stack of report letters to Victor and clicked on the top letter with a finger. Said, “The handling of national security work requires careful strategy. My strategy is to handle your own job and always rank first. Don’t be afraid of offending people, let alone being shackled by offending people. Take these reports back and use them. You think the safe way to solve it, at least don't let me always be distracted by these **** things."

What is meant by "self-thinking a safe method"? This kind of thing has a thousand understandings for a thousand people, and for Victor, the only way he now thinks of is to find out the senders of these reports, and first slam the letter on their faces, and then Then use all possible means to retaliate and let the other party know why the flowers are so red!