Struggle in Soviet Russia

In the office, Comrade Beria is leaning on the chair behind the desk and closing his eyes to rest. He has obviously just lost his temper and his face is a little red. When Victor enters the door, he is pinching between his eyes. Rubbing the bridge of the nose vigorously, it is probably a headache.

"Comrade Lavrenji," Victor walked quickly to the side of the desk, staring at Beria who was looking at him, and asked, "What happened?"

"You heard it too," Beria's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He also stayed up all night last night. It is estimated that he was quarreled by the phone when Zhengxiang was sleeping. The ammunition depot, where there was an explosion, but what is going on, I don’t know yet."

"Does Comrade Stalin know?" Victor asked tentatively.

"I lost my temper," Beria pointed to the red telephone on the table, and smiled bitterly, "I want to see a detailed report before noon."

"Have you made any arrangements?" Victor continued to ask.

"The two comrades Serbakov and Foltseva have passed," Beria took a deep breath, sat up straight from the chair, and said, "Andrei Vasilyevich should also be there. The way past."

Needless to say, Serbakov, a gangster-level figure, the current Deputy People’s Commissar of National Defense, Moscow State Party Committee and Secretary of the Moscow City Party Committee. . Moreover, he was Comrade Zhdanov’s brother-in-law, or a guest in Comrade Stalin’s private villa, and he truly belonged to the kind of person that Beria would not dare to provoke.

As for Fortseva, she is a very talented woman with a lot of skills. She is now the secretary of the Frunze District Committee of Moscow City, and the Lower Oguliki Armory is in her jurisdiction. Therefore, If nothing else, she might be involved this time.

As for the "Andrei Vasilyevich" mentioned by Beria, it should refer to Khrulev. He is also a big man. He currently serves as the Deputy People’s Commissar of National Defense and Minister of Logistics of the Red Army. A few months ago Kaganovich kicked the loser again and took the post of the People's Commissar of Transportation to him.

Although the Lower Oguliki Armory was set up by the Moscow City Defense Command, in the final analysis, it belongs to the General Logistics Department. Therefore, Comrade Khrulev is also responsible for problems there.

"Didn't the ministry arrange for someone to go there?" Victor hesitated and asked cautiously.

Beria obviously didn't react at first. He glanced at Victor in surprise, and was about to say something, but his hand on the table twitched, and even said: "You will pass now, I will let the technical department Cooperate with you, no clues on the scene can be let go, um, yes, we have to hold the initiative in investigating this incident in our hands."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the phone directly, and waved his hand towards Victor while he was shaking the handle.

Victor didn't say anything, turned and walked towards the door.

He can understand Beria's previous mentality, like this kind of mess, no one wants to plunge in, the most normal idea is to hide away. But the problem is that the NKVD cannot get rid of its involvement in this matter at all. Even if it is just to show it in front of Comrade Stalin, it must be fully involved, and it is best to directly grasp the initiative of investigation. .

A paradox in the workplace is that if you do too many mistakes, but if you do nothing, you can easily become the target. Just like this matter, if the NKVD stays far away and cannot hold the initiative of investigating in its hands, then it is very likely that it will eventually become the target of various departments. But if you seize the initiative of investigating, but ultimately fail to complete the case, you still have to wait for it.

Coming out of Beria's office, Victor went directly to the Special Section and asked for a car, and rushed to Frunze District with the people from the technical department.

With the sound of the sirens caused by the explosion, the atmosphere in Moscow suddenly became tense. From Lubyanka Square all the way out until after the Garden Ring Road, Victor found that there were a lot more civilian police on the street, some with government departments. In the streets, restrictions have even been taken.

After passing the Garden Ring Road, after the car drove up the straight road to the outskirts of the city, the entire straight road was also blocked by traffic police and the army. At the entrance of Petrovich Street, less than one kilometer away from the Garden Ring Road, there were even two A tank was parked there, and firepower points built with sandbags were also laid out on the street.

Victor’s car was stopped at the checkpoint. Just as he was waiting for the check, a row of four ambulances galloped from the front. Through the window, you can see a large number of ambulances. Wounded. There was even blood dripping outside under the gap in the door of an ambulance.

Victor sat in the car and glanced straight ahead. It was not far from where the Xia Oguliki military warehouse was located. Because of this, the skyrocketing smoke plume could be seen more clearly, that kind of scene. It's really not easy to describe, as if a large forest was on fire, the billowing smoke seemed to obscure half of the sky to the east.

When the car was approved by his peers, Victor deliberately looked at the buildings on both sides of the street. Although there is still a few kilometers away from the location of the warehouse, the buildings on both sides of the street have been affected by the explosion. The windows facing the street almost lost a complete piece of glass.

As the car continued to move forward, the situation on the streets began to become more and more complicated. Soldiers, police, and even militia began to become more and more numerous, and they were rescuing some residents who were injured in the explosion.

About ten minutes later, the number of vehicles on the street began to increase significantly, and at the same time, the number of soldiers with weapons increased. The people who stood in the middle of the street and were responsible for dredging work were no longer traffic policemen, but soldiers.

At this point, the vehicle can no longer move forward, because the road ahead has been completely blocked. Across the trucks and fire trucks crowded on the road, you can see the broken bricks and shingles scattered on the street in front.

Victor's was once again stopped. After checking his credentials, a captain saluted and said: "Comrade Colonel, the front is no longer passable. The danger in the storage area has not been eliminated. The order issued by the higher level, no one can pass the front guard. String."

Victor nodded, caught the document passed by the captain, pushed the car door along the way, and got out of the car.

In this position, not only can you see the flames from the thick smoke, but the pungent dust is still floating downward from the sky. Victor has only stood under the car for less than a minute, and he felt that the entire nasal cavity was covered. It was clogged with dust and was very uncomfortable.

"Where are the comrades from the municipal party committee?" Victor asked the captain who stopped him, resisting the discomfort.

"It's just ahead," the captain replied, "was beside the fire truck just now."

As he said, he pointed forward.

"Thank you," Victor thanked, and eagerly took out the handkerchief from his pocket, covered it in his mouth and nose, then took a big step and walked in the direction the captain was pointing.

As a military storage warehouse during the war, the Lower Oguliki Warehouse is not a "room" warehouse as people imagined, but a warehouse area. It was originally a grain storage warehouse in the Moscow region, and it was only a large warehouse. Fourteen buildings. In addition, there is a railroad track extending from the Belarusian railway station. During the Battle of Moscow, a large amount of oil was stored here. Looking at the billowing black smoke rising into the sky, Victor suspects that there must be oil reserves among the explosive materials.

Victor walked a little further, and from a distance, he saw a group of people gathered behind the two fire trucks. He almost saw Malinkov in the crowd at a glance.

After hesitating, Victor didn't move forward. He looked around and found a blue hat who was rummaging in the ruins. He walked straight over and asked, "Which department do you belong to?"

The blue hat is a big sergeant. He raised his head and glanced at Victor. Perhaps he recognized him. He stood up straight and said while marching in a military salute: "Report to Comrade Chief, I am from the Fulongzhi District Police Headquarters."

"Very well, now I'll give you a task," Victor turned over the handkerchief in his hand, and said with an urn voice, "Go and find a pair of binoculars right away. If you have a gas mask, you can also find one."

The smoke here is very choking. God knows if there are any toxic substances in it. Victor is just working hard, not to the point where he doesn't even want his life for work.

"Yes, Comrade Chief!" Tuashi replied, turned and ran away quickly.

About five or six minutes later, Tuas ran back out of breath and handed Victor a pair of binoculars and a simple gas mask.

Victor put on the gas mask, took the binoculars, and walked towards a dilapidated four-story building not far away. He wanted to climb to the top of the building to see the situation, mainly to see the situation in the warehouse.

His move shocked the guards who came with him, and hurriedly stepped forward to prevent him from taking risks. The four-story building looked very old at first glance. In this explosion, most of the walls on its east side collapsed. Looking at it from a distance, it looked shaky. How dare the guards let Victor risk climbing up.

The guard's stance was firm, it was his duty, and Victor couldn't hold back him, so he could only take a step back and climbed up a small three-story building a little farther from the street.

On the roof of the small building, the view is much wider. From the telescope, you can see the situation of the smaller half of the reservoir area. You can't see the situation inside the warehouse.

This is by no means an accident!

On the top of the building, Victor observed with a telescope for a while and came to a headache.