Struggle in Soviet Russia

Comrade Valentina, who is charming and charming, was picked up by a vehicle arranged by the Kremlin before. Considering that there are many people in them, the shuttle bus was a bus, and when she went back, she didn't want to take that car anymore. , The reason is that when people in the car look at her, they always seem to want to swallow her.

Seeing the woman in front of her with a pitiful look and asking herself to travel in the same car, Victor, who was originally a "few and sick", really couldn't think of a reason for frankly rejecting the other party.

The car started to move slowly. In the carriage, Victor sat in the back seat and tidied up his Lenin outfit. Then he looked at the woman beside him and asked, "Excuse me, Miss Valentina, where do you live? "

"Big Kivlovsky Alley, No. 40," Valentina was reaching out and stroking the leather cover on the back of the front seat. After hearing this, she retracted her hand, turned to look at Victor, and smiled." It's right next to the Breuho Nenko Girls' School."

Victor nodded, then nodded to the driver who was looking in the rearview mirror.

"Thank you, Victor," Valentina said, leaning on the armrest of the front seat, "you are a very gentle man."

Victor smiled at her, but said in his heart: You don't know me.

The car moved slowly through the Kremlin in the rain. Since the car did not have a special pass issued by the Political Security Bureau, there was a speed limit for driving in the Kremlin, and you could not drive too fast.

Inside the car, Victor tilted his head to look at the rain outside the car, and his nose was filled with a strong perfume scent. This perfume should be a mixed type, strong scent but not uncomfortable, but there will be a kind of perfume. It's a wonderful feeling, to be specific, it is easy to produce a kind of charming fantasy.

"Victor, you don't seem to be a good talker," Valentina chuckled softly behind him.

"Oh?" Victor turned around, glanced at the other person, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Valentina did not answer, but made an aggrieved expression, and at the same time shrank her shoulders and spread her hands.

"Ha, sorry," Victor realized that his silence just now was actually very rude, "I just thought of something temporarily, um, what does Miss Valentina want to talk about?"

With a chuckle, Valentina rolled her eyes charmingly, and said, "It seems you are really bad at words."

After a pause, she said again: "Do you know that your work is now being shot into a movie by Leonid?"

Victor really knew this. The Leonid mentioned by Valentina was referring to the now well-known young director Tara Uberg. However, the novel "The Dawn Here is Quiet" was not written by Victor in the final analysis, and even if it was written by him, he is no longer in charge. The People's Education Committee gave him 500 rubles and bought the story. Gone, well, including the song of the same name.

"Yes," Victor nodded, and said, "Comrade Kurišov has spoken to me about this before."

Kurishov is now a leading figure in the Soviet filming world, and his status is similar to that of a well-known and officially recognized director.

"It's a pity that I actually really like the image of Lida in the story," Valentina said with regret, raising her legs. "It's just that when looking into the mirror, those people think that my image does not match Lida. ,so……"

As her legs lifted, Victor's gaze couldn't help but move down a few minutes. The focus fell on her exposed knees and calves under the skirt. Due to the rain and the early hours, the light in the carriage was dim and the car A little bit of morning light outside the window projected in and fell on the woman's smooth knees, rendering those skins like warm jade.

"I always don't understand why my image is not in line with Lida's image," Valentina didn't seem to notice Victor's sight, and she continued to complain, "Couldn't Lida look like me? "

It’s really not possible. Victor looked away and swept across the other’s gorgeous face. For a film and television drama, it’s not that the more beautiful the actors, the better. Lida is a female fighter, squad leader, And how can the image of a lady like Valentina interpret this role well?

At the same time, Victor's heart was also a bit suspicious. The reason why this woman hooked herself up so obviously was to get a role in the movie? She wouldn't be so naive, would she? Now that this woman can recognize him, she must know his identity. Is it possible that she can expect a senior staff member of the NKVD to interfere in the casting of a movie? Is it really easy to provoke those people from the People's Education Committee?

"That's right, you haven't answered the question before," Valentina said after complaining for a while.

It wasn't until this time that Victor realized that the other party's name for himself seemed to change a bit quickly, from "Comrade Victor Viktorovich" to Victor, and then to the current "you", the change was completed without knowing it.

However, Victor doesn't mind this. After all, the other party is a **** and seductive young woman. It seems that it is not a bad thing for any man to be noticed and seduce by such a woman-seduce means that he is worthy of being seduce. Place, otherwise, people might not open their eyes to look at you.

"What's the problem?" Victor asked with a puzzled expression on his face with an unfinished conversation with this woman in his mind.

"Stories, more stories," Valentina said. After finishing speaking, she added, "Actually, I'm currently sorting out the materials and preparing to write a book praising our Red Army soldiers. If you can provide me with Some materials are great."

"Oh, I see, you need those touching deeds," Victor smiled. "But like I said, such deeds are everywhere in the battle line. The key is whether you pay attention to it."

"For example?" Valentina said expectantly with two big eyes flashing.

"Well, let me tell you a story about a war correspondent," Victor thought for a while, and quickly searched for novels that he had read and remembered in his previous life. "To be precise, it is a war correspondent. The story experienced in 20 days without war."

Valentina nodded repeatedly, and when Victor spoke the first word, she put her right arm on her thigh, supported her chin with her right hand, and stared scorchingly on Victor's face.

The story that Victor tells comes from Konstantin Simonov’s novella Lobakin’s Notes, the original name is "20 Days Without War". The whole story is not very touching, but it passes through a battlefield. The reporter's personal experience, a panoramic view of how ordinary people of all kinds in the alliance are closely linked because of this war. To be sure, the propaganda and agitation department will absolutely like such a story, because it reflects the will of the country and the spirit of the people.

But what’s interesting is that at this time Victor didn’t know that the woman next to him was the original author of his story, that is, the woman that Konstantin Simonov pursued. This passionate writer wanted to pursue this. Woman, I don't know how many poems have been written. According to the normal historical trajectory, Valentina will marry Simonov soon, and then have an ambiguous story with the amorous Rokosovsky within the marriage-the most subtle part of rebirth , Is that the rebirth does not know when he will become part of the history he knows or does not know.

Although the story is a novella, it is obviously impossible to finish it on the road. Victor only told a half of the whole story, and only when Lobakin arrived in Tashkent, the car had stopped. Outside a small two-story building with the exterior wall painted yellow.

Victor stopped dictating, looked down at the small building outside the car window, and confirmed the house number in front of the building. Then he turned his head and smiled and said, "Well, Miss Valentina, your place is here. "

When he said these words, he also slandered the Moscow City Committee’s housing arrangement plan in his heart. A young woman like Valentina can only get it because she is a movie star and has a certain reputation among the people. Such housing placement. Recall that when I was promoted to the captain of the NKVD and had military exploits, I might not be able to get such housing treatment in Moscow.

So, no matter when it comes, celebrities are always easier to get preferential treatment, even if the preferential treatment is not very reasonable.

"Huh?" Valentina was already immersed in the story. When she came back to her senses, she whispered in her mouth, and then offered an invitation, "Can I invite you up for a cup of coffee?"

"Oh, I think, it's better next time, I..." Victor was a little moved. Although he knew that this woman was "bad" to him, for a man, he seemed to like those who were beautiful and right. A woman who is "ill-intentioned" by herself.

"But your story is not finished yet," Valentina said without giving him a chance to refuse, and interrupted him directly, "Moreover, just drinking a cup of coffee, it shouldn't delay you too long."

"But..." Victor said hesitantly, looking at the driver who was sitting in front of him.

"I have a lot of rooms here, so I can arrange a resting place for the driver comrades," Valentina was very empathetic. She saw Victor's concerns at a glance and said directly.

After this, she did not wait for Victor to speak again, she reached out and took his hand, shook it slightly, and said, "Let's go, it's not very polite to refuse a lady's invitation."

Victor looked at the small building outside the car again, and finally pushed the door and got out of the car.