Struggle in Soviet Russia

The fine light rain rustled down, washing the entire platform into a deep dark brown, looking simple and solemn.

On both sides of the platform, Soviet soldiers with guns and live ammunition stood there in the rain. There was one person almost every three meters, and the long queue extended from both sides of the platform, and finally extended along the railroad tracks to further places.

On the edge of the platform, Victor was wearing a navy blue trench coat, standing there blankly, and beside him was Abakumov in the uniform of the NKVD. As for the front of the two, it was Molotov and Voroshilov who arrived in Tehran by plane two hours ago.

Although there were many people on the platform, there was no sound at all. Everyone waited quietly in the rain, waiting for the train carrying Comrade Stalin to enter the station.

At this Tehran meeting, there were two Soviet negotiators, Molotov representing the People’s Committee for Foreign Affairs and Marshal Voroshilov representing the military. As for Comrade Stalin, he was not responsible for negotiations.

Although the rain today is not heavy, it is very dense, and there is no rain cover on the platform of this broken railway station in Tehran. Therefore, all the people waiting here are showered, including Molotov and Fu Neither Roshilov nor the two of them arranged for an umbrella.

It's not that big guys like to be drenched in the rain, but Comrade Stalin will be there soon, not holding an umbrella is also a gesture.

While waiting quietly, a young ensign in the uniform of the National Security People's Committee came up from behind, leaned directly to Victor's side, and whispered something in his ear.

Not knowing what the ensign said, Victor raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said in a deep voice, "I see."

The second lieutenant gave a military salute, turned and left quietly.

Although the second lieutenant came silently, Molotov and Voroshilov who stood in the front noticed them. They turned their heads and looked towards Victor. Even Abakumov next to him was also there. Peeped into his face curiously.

"Oh," Victor gave a light cough and said in a low voice. "The British protested to us, saying that in an operation last night, our agents attacked their people and took away two people they had already stared at. German agents who have been around for a long time."

"Oh?" Molotov didn't have a half expression on his face, but he said in a hurry.

"Now, the British asked us to hand over the two German agents to them," Victor continued. "Otherwise, we must go through diplomatic channels."

"Then let them go through the diplomatic channel," Voroshilov said with a smile. Compared with Molotov's indifference, he seemed to be very enthusiastic when dealing with Victor, just like before. The fact that the Cypriots of the National Security People's Committee were scolded by Comrade Stalin has never happened.

Of course, Victor is not a kindergarten kid. Whoever greets him with a smile, he stupidly regards who he is. Therefore, facing the "support" given by Voroshilov, he just smiled and didn't say anything. what.

"Are those two Germans important?" Molotov asked after a moment of silence.

"Our people haven't opened their mouths yet," Victor said. "However, as far as I know, the British seemed to have lost four people in the operation last night. Now they don't talk about the loss, but just demand Give the two Germans to them, I think..."

Victor's words stopped here. He didn't say what he was thinking, but everyone present could understand what he meant.

Undoubtedly, compared to the two Germans, the British think that the four manpower they lost is not that important, which in itself can already explain certain problems.

"Then let them take the diplomatic route," Molotov showed a smile on his indifferent face. He looked at Victor and said, "I'm used to the clamor of the British, and I don't mind entangled with them more. Several times."

"Thank you for your support," Victor said with a smile and nodded.

At this moment, the sound of the train whistle was faintly heard from far away. Although the sound was not loud, it attracted everyone's attention instantly.

Molotov and Voroshilov hurriedly turned around, turning their heads to look to the west of the platform at the same time.

Victor stood behind them, and there were a large number of soldiers on both sides of the platform. Therefore, his vision was not very good. He deliberately stood on tiptoe to look around, but was worried that he would be photographed by reporters outside. Therefore, he could only be patient. , Wait for the train to come.

About five or six minutes later, accompanied by the rustling noise of train wheels, white mist enveloped both sides of the platform.

Seeing the train slowly stop, the reporters who were waiting on the periphery lost their order for a short time. They held cameras or flashlights one by one, trying to crowd forward, but they were forced back by the soldiers guarding the periphery. .

Victor stood there, first turned his head and glanced at where the reporters were, then turned sideways, and looked at the houses not far from the platform. On the top of those houses, snipers had been arranged in advance. Their task is to prevent accidents from happening.

Amidst some harsh venting sounds, the train finally stopped, but the door of the carriage with the curtains was not opened for the first time.

The people waiting under the car were not in a hurry, they just stood there quietly and waited for another six or seven minutes before the closed car door slowly opened with a bang.

It was not Comrade Stalin who first came out of the carriage, but five or six soldiers of the Security Bureau wearing military uniforms. Following these soldiers, Comrade Poskrebshev, who also wore uniform uniforms, came out.

What’s interesting is that in the past, Comrade Boskrebeshev always wore the military uniform of the NKVD. Blue pants and a blue hat are standard equipment, but today he wore a navy blue windbreaker jacket with a hat on his head. , Also belongs to the National Security People’s Committee. Look at the collar pin on his collar again, it turned out to be a major general.

The uniforms of the People’s Committee of National Security, especially those equipped with collar badges, epaulettes and cap badges, are naturally not suitable for anyone to wear, let alone the rank of major general, but Comrade Boskrebeshev is wearing it, who can To trouble him? At least Victor would not be so stupid.

Boskrebyshev jumped off the train first, and had a brief conversation with Molotov and Voroshilov who were walking forward. Although they were not far away, because the voice was noisy, Victor didn’t know about them either. What did you say.

After another three or four minutes, Comrade Stalin, dressed in a Soviet marshal's tuxedo, appeared at the door of the carriage unhurriedly.

Yes, he was indeed wearing a marshal's dress, but he didn't wear a cap badge on his hat. At first glance, it looked a bit nondescript.

Seeing Comrade Stalin appearing at the door of the carriage, Victor hurriedly stood up straight and stretched the windbreaker on his body, and then he saluted the military in the direction of Comrade Stalin.

At the same time as he was marching the salute, a commander also gave a loud order. Immediately, the soldiers guarding both sides of the platform raised their hands and saluted. The movements were neat and uniform, which was very spectacular.

Comrade Stalin had a slight smile on his face. He held the door handle of the carriage with one hand, raised the other hand, and waved at the people on the platform. Helped and walked off the train.

At the moment he waved his hand, an unknown number of bright lights flashed across the platform. Those were all the actions of the reporters capturing the moment of Comrade Stalin.

To be honest, at this moment, Victor's heart was very nervous. He was really worried that gunfire would sound at this time. In that case, he might have suffered.

Fortunately, the scene he was worried about did not appear. After all, the previous preparations were adequately done. People who can enter here today, even those reporters, have been strictly censored.

Comrade Stalin did not stay on the platform for a long time. He had a brief conversation with Molotov and Voroshilov, and then surrounded by a crowd, he walked towards the east side of the platform and came to meet him. The convoy, just stopped there not far away.

Among the people who came to greet Comrade Stalin, Victor was certainly not at the top of the list. It is already very good to be in the second row. This is because Roosevelt also arrived today. The representatives of the British and Americans, Everyone ran to meet Roosevelt, no one came here, otherwise, Victor's position would inevitably be even further back.

It’s really **** hard to meet the leader. It’s clear that I can only come in behind, and I didn’t even have the opportunity to let the leader take a look. The whole process is more like soy sauce than soy sauce, but even so, it’s still indispensable. Go-you are here, and the leader didn't see you, that's nothing, but if you didn't come, but the leader found out, then it's a big event.

The one specifically responsible for welcoming Comrade Stalin was a Guise sedan. Yes, it was one of Comrade Stalin's two bullet-proof special vehicles, which had previously been transported by air from Moscow.

Victor watched Comrade Stalin get into the car and was about to withdraw from the crowd, but was stopped by Comrade Poskrebeshev by beckoning his hand.

"Comrade Victor, Comrade Victor," Poskrebeshev stood by the car and waved to Victor. It was obvious that he had been paying attention to where Victor was.

Victor froze for a moment, and hurried forward a few steps, passing by Molotov.

"You ride in this car," Poskrebshev closed the door for Comrade Stalin, then turned his head again and said to Victor, "Comrade Stalin has something to ask you."

At this moment, Victor felt as if countless eyes were converging on him, but he didn't have the time to think too much now.

Nodding towards Poskrebeshev, he trot around to the other side of the car.