Struggle in Soviet Russia

The sound of the aircraft's engines echoed over Krasnogorsk in the middle of the night, with the roar of thunderstorms and lightning.

At the military airport on the outskirts of the city, the bumpy brown-green plane finally landed on the runway constructed with rammed earth. The airport staff who had been waiting on both sides of the runway swarmed up and fixed the wheels of the plane.

Victor got off the plane with a pale face, and his intense vomiting was abruptly tolerated by him, otherwise, he would inevitably be embarrassed in public.

The plane flew from Yekaterinburg to Moscow, and it happened to encounter a **** high-pressure air mass. Moscow was in a thunderstorm and it was not suitable for planes to take off and land.

The pilot suggested to land at an airport with good weather conditions, but Victor had contacted Comrade Stalin before and would rush to see him tonight, so he insisted on flying directly to Moscow.

The pilot had no choice but to land at the airport in Krasnogorsk. Relatively speaking, the weather conditions here were not bad. As a result, Victor experienced the most memorable flight since his rebirth. It didn't feel like flying in an airplane at all. Instead, he was sitting on a paper shell blown up by the wind, which felt extremely bumpy and hanging by a thread. , It is indescribable.

Those who came to greet Victor were all wearing military uniforms. However, unlike ordinary Soviet uniforms, their epaulettes, collar badges, and the top of the large brimmed hat were all sapphire blue. "The difference is that they don't wear blue trousers. The color of the trousers is brown-green, which is the same as the uniform trousers of Soviet soldiers.

Yes, these people are members of the National Security People’s Committee. In order to distinguish them from the uniforms of the People’s Committee of the Interior and the military, there is the current uniform system.

These members of the National Security People's Committee held an umbrella for Victor and drove him into a black Volga car. Then the convoy dispatched and went straight to Moscow, dozens of kilometers away.

Krasnogorsk is currently the largest aircraft manufacturing base in the alliance. The famous Yakovlev Design Bureau moved here just two weeks ago, in order to create convenience for production here, and at the same time, for convenience. The big figures in Moscow came here to inspect, and the Moscow Region Committee allocated a special payment to rebuild the road from Krasnogorsk to Moscow.

The construction of the road began in June and was completed in August. It is said that during the construction period, Comrade Sherbakov would check it out almost every day and personally supervise the progress of the project. An important reason for completion.

Victor got off the plane near 8:30 and entered the Kremlin less than 9:10. At this time, Moscow was still shrouded in heavy rain.

Comrade Stalin’s office was located in the white building. When Victor got off the car, he saw Comrade Poskerbeshev waiting in front of the building. When he saw Victor, the great secret of Comrade Stalin came down the steps with an umbrella. With a smile on his face, he shook hands with Victor and asked, "How is it, how is the journey going well?"

"Not very good," Victor said with a wry smile.

"Haha, don't worry, there is no next time," Poskrebeshev laughed. "Comrade Stalin just signed today's order. Senior national cadres in the first sequence of the cadre list are strictly prohibited to travel by air unless It is a special emergency and approved by the Central Secretariat."

Victor blinked in surprise, wondering what kind of command this was.

The two of them just walked into the building door at this time. Poskrebeshev handed the umbrella to a staff member, then moved to Victor’s side, and whispered: "Comrade Stalin took a flight to Bukontovo yesterday. , Um, the formation is not smooth, so he believes that the plane is not safe and should be restricted."

Although Poskrebeshev’s words were rather vague, Victor could still imagine what was going on. It is estimated that Comrade Stalin, who rarely took a plane, was frightened during this trip, so he gave this order. Order.

However, this is also very normal. To be honest, the aircraft of this year is really not a safe transportation vehicle, and the probability of accidents is a bit high.

"What did Comrade Stalin do in Bukontovo?" Victor thought for a while, and asked as he walked up the stairs.

Bukontovo is a city along the Vazuza River. It is now a war zone and belongs to the Lezhev front. Although the German army is not dominant in this area, it is obviously not safe for Comrade Stalin to go there.

Boskrebeshev pursed his lips without giving an answer.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Victor wouldn't ask too much. In fact, in his mind, Poskrebeshev is really good. He is Comrade Stalin’s great secret. If there is anyone else Comrade Stalin can trust, then this great secret is definitely ranked number one. . But even so, the big secret comrade is always low-key and outrageous. The most important point is that he treats people very well. No matter who it is, as long as he catches up with Comrade Stalin's bad temper, he will secretly come over. Just a reminder, don't underestimate this reminder, sometimes it can save lives.

The two walked to the door of Stalin’s office. Poskrebeshev gave Victor a wink and motioned him to wait a while, then knocked on the door of the room. After hearing the reply of Comrade Stalin’s permission to enter, he pushed the door and walked away. Go in, and say at the door: "Comrade Stalin, Comrade Victor Victorovich is here."

"Oh?" Comrade Stalin's voice sounded a little tired, but his tone was a little bit cheerful. He said, "Let him in, um, and, get him a cup of coffee, just use the one that Harriman gave me. kind."

"Okay, Comrade Stalin," Poskrebeshev smiled and turned to Viktor to make a please gesture.

Victor walked in and saw Comrade Stalin standing in front of the wall on the right, looking at a map hanging on the wall, he stopped at the door, paid a military salute to the opponent, and said: "Comrade Stalin, Victor Victor Rovich is here to report to you."

Stalin was still looking at the map. He put the pipe in his mouth and waved his hand to Victor, saying, "I heard that the plane you were on was almost in danger when it landed?"

"It's not dangerous," Victor smiled. "It's just a bit bumpy because of the airflow."

"Don't sit on that thing anymore, it's not safe," Comrade Stalin said casually, "Well, you just came here, where is Shelkovskaya?"

This guy, in such a big country as the Alliance, asks the place where it is, and most people think it will be blind. Fortunately, Victor really knew where this place was, and he also knew why Comrade Stalin asked about this place.

"Along the Terek River, at the border of Chechnya and Dagestan," Victor said as he walked quickly over. When he reached the edge of the map, he pointed his finger at the location of this place again.

"Um..." Comrade Stalin leaned over to take a look, and muttered, "What do you think of Comrade Abakumov?"

"I don't have much contact with Comrade Abakumov, but in terms of what we know, he should be a very capable agent," Victor said lightly, "especially when it comes to handling the actual work on the front line. , Even Comrade Beria praised him."

Who wouldn't bury nails? Victor buried two nails in one sentence: Comrade Beria praised Abakumov; Abakumov was very capable of handling front-line practical work. This corresponds to: Abakumov is from Beria, or he has been dealing with the actual work on the front line.

Just yesterday, the anti-bandit work organized by Abakumov made significant progress. He commanded the Dagestan Frontier Guard and Chechen Frontier Guards in joint operations, and wiped out a group of nearly five in the Sherkovskaya area. Chechen rebels with a size of 1,000. This ruthless man not only won a complete victory, but also executed nearly two thousand prisoners after the war, leaving no panting.

It must be admitted that this victory was a major blow to the rebellion in Chechnya, and Abakumov’s iron-blooded methods are estimated to deter many people.

During this period of time, the various rebellions in the Transcaucasus region have always been a headache for the People’s Committee of National Defense. Now that there is such a big victory, it is no wonder that Comrade Stalin is so happy.

At this time, Poskrebeshev went back and forth. He walked in with a cup of coffee and put the coffee on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Ah, sit down," Comrade Stalin came back to his senses. He turned and pointed towards the sofa. "Listen to the guy Harriman. This is coffee from South America. It tastes good. You can try it too. It just soothes the lack."

"Thank you Comrade Stalin," Victor walked to the sofa, took off the military cap from his head, and clamped it under his armpit. Then, he picked up the coffee honestly and took a sip.

The coffee is fragrant and smooth, which is indeed very good.

"How is it?" Comrade Stalin sat opposite him and asked with a smile.

"I'm not used to drinking," Victor said unconvincedly. "It feels weird. It's not as good as our tea."

Comrade Stalin laughed and said: "The refreshing effect is still very good."

It can be seen that he is probably not used to drinking this stuff.

"Well, let's talk about the situation in the Far East," said Comrade Stalin, leaning back and leaning into the back of the sofa after laughing.

Victor hurriedly took his briefcase, took out a document from it, held it in both hands, and handed it to Comrade Stalin.

This is the case file he compiled and showed it to Comrade Stalin.