Struggle in Soviet Russia

"I knew there was something wrong with this guy, but there was no evidence..."

"How could he be okay..."

"Why do those guys wandering in the jungle always clean up and kill them? Isn't it because he provides shelter..."

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In the dimly lit room, a witness was brought in and accused Victor who was tied to a chair. At this time Victor had been stripped of his uniform. He was only wearing a white undershirt and a pair of gray underpants. He was wet with bruises on his face, and he looked very embarrassed.

The only light in the room came from the table directly opposite Victor. There was a lamp on the table. The light diffused from the yellow lampshade of the lamp, and weakly covered the whole room.

Three fat middle-aged men in casual clothes were sitting behind the table, their lustrous faces reflected by the lights of the desk lamps.

These three people are all members of the so-called "three-person trial team," and they are on trial against Victor.

Of course, in a trial like this, there is no opportunity for Victor to speak and defend himself, and there will be no lawyers to defend him. The trial team will not even give him the opportunity to speak. The entire trial process involves witnesses coming up to testify, and then the team does it. Out of the verdict. As for whether he is really guilty or not, who cares about what sin is there? His case is nothing but a foil in the trial case of the "three-person trial team", and the only effect is to add a case.

"In view of the fact that the testimony provided by the fifteen witnesses is accurate and reliable," when the last so-called witness was taken down, a middle-aged man gave a dry cough, holding a piece of paper, and announced, "The trial team It was unanimously found that Viktor Viktorovich...Tar...Tarashev was convicted of treason and sentenced to death..."

After reading this, the middle-aged man sat up straight and talked quietly with the two people around him before continuing to say: "I will execute it tomorrow."

At the end of the statement, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the two soldiers who had been standing behind Victor stepped forward, lifted him from the chair, and dragged him out of the room abruptly.

Although Shepchenkovo ​​is actually a prison city, there are still prisons in the city. Because they are used to punish prisoners, the only twelve cells in the prison, without exception, are all water prisons.

The so-called dungeon is a cell filled with water, and the water is below the waist. Prisoners staying in such a cell for a long time will not only ulcerate their skin, but because the water in the dungeon is not replaced all the year round, it has become filthy. Therefore, once the skin ulcers, it will cause infection. In addition, immersed in waist-deep water, the prisoner will not even have time to sit down and rest, let alone sleep. Think about it, standing alone for a long time, even dozens of hours. What will it feel like?

Ever since he was reborn in this world, Victor has also sent people to a dungeon. Who could have imagined that now it is his turn to live in by himself. This can not but be said to be a kind of irony. Fortunately, his death sentence will be executed tomorrow, that is, he only needs to survive today and this day is enough, staying in this **** water prison for a period of time, it is estimated that death is an extravagant hope.

However, God seems to have made a joke with Victor. The three-person trial team clearly sentenced him to death, and it should be executed the next day. But since he was beaten into a water jail, except for the person who delivered food twice a day, No one cares about him anymore.

When the light in the water cell changed from bright to dark, and from dark to bright again, Victor felt that his sense of smell seemed to be degraded, and the pungent smell in the water cell gradually disappeared, giving him the remnant of his belly. The soup is cold and hot, and there is no sour smell. His back became sore and numb because of standing for a long time, until he finally lost consciousness.

In order to avoid exhaustion, Victor took off the inner lining of his body and used it as a rope to tie himself to a log post in the water cell. With the supporting force generated by the inner lining bundle, he could use a very awkward Take a short nap.

When the light in the dungeon changed from bright to dark for the third time, and then from dark to bright again, Victor had completely lost consciousness, and his bare skin on the water began to whiten and became swollen, as if it had just been steamed. The steamed bun, feels like it will explode with a poke.

Not knowing how long he had been in a coma, Victor woke up in a few small whispers.

He opened his eyes in a daze, the light in front of him was a bit dazzling, and the piercing eyes felt sore. He tried to raise his arms and rubbed his eyes, only to find that he had lost his arms, and he didn't even feel it at all.

"Don't move," said a voice in the ear, "you have multiple sores and infections on your body. We just handled it for you. You still need to rest and recover now."

Looking in the direction of the voice, a woman in a white coat appeared in front of Victor. She was writing something on a record folder, and there was no expression on the face of a thin melon seed.

Seeing Victor's eyes, the woman clamped the record in her hand, and took a small flashlight to shine his eyes, and asked, "Can you hear me?"

Victor moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes...where am I?"

"It seems that there is no problem with consciousness," the woman did not answer his question, but turned around, and said to someone. "If you have any questions, you can ask, but it won't be too long. He needs more rest now. ."

After speaking, the woman stepped aside, and then, a man who looked 30 years old and had a rigid expression appeared in Victor's sight. The man wears a uniform and a large brimmed hat on his head. The hat is blue with a brown-red hat hoop.

"Comrade Viktor Viktorovich Tarashev," the man stood by the bed with a hard-skinned notebook in his hand. He opened the notebook, glanced at Victor, and then said, "September 1913. Born in the village of Kuleyka in Krasnoyarsk Territory on June 24, his father Victor was a farmhand. Well, at the age of 14, he attended the Tyumen Agricultural School, joined the army at the age of 18 and joined the party at the age of 21. In the same year, he was transferred to the Tyumen Workers and Peasants Police Headquarters of the People’s Committee of the Interior..."

The man was talking about Victor's resume, and he kept talking about it until he was transferred from Tyumen to Shepchenkovo ​​two years ago.

"These are all right?" When he was finished, the man closed the notebook in his hand and looked at Victor blankly and asked.

"No," Victor said with some difficulty. He wanted to drink some water now, because his throat was dry as if it was on fire.

"Then, please allow me to introduce myself," the man said with a smile on his face, "I'm Fedor, Fedor Mikhailovich Parokov, people of the interior of the state The director of the Committee’s Political Investigation Division, oh, I just took office the day before yesterday, so you probably haven’t heard my name."

As he said this, the man took out a document from his pocket and sent it to Victor for him to look at it.

"Oh, hello, Comrade Fedor Mikhailovich," Victor said hoarsely.

"Hello," Captain Fedoro smiled, reopened the notebook in his hand, took a quick glance, and said, "That's it, Comrade Victor Viktorovich, come to see you today. There are a few cases. I need to ask you to verify. In the past two years, you have been serving as a civilian police officer of the Shepchenkovo ​​Police Headquarters. Therefore, you are responsible for hearing some cases judged by Lieutenant Bogdan Ivanovich. You should know something about it, right?"

"Yes, Comrade Fedor Mikhailovich," Victor heard him asking, knowing that Lieutenant Bogdan, who had sentenced him to death a few days ago, was probably out of luck.

However, what Victor didn’t know was that it wasn’t just a second lieutenant Bogdan who would be unlucky this time. The entire Soviet Union, the entire People’s Committee of the Interior, from top to bottom, all the guys who held the real power in the past two years and were invincible. To be unlucky. Oh, to be precise, a large part of it has been unlucky. Shepchenkovo ​​was able to drag it to this day because the emperor was far away.

In today's Moscow, the "bloody dwarf" Yezhov has been removed from all party and government positions and thrown into prison. It is Lavrendi Pavlovich Beria who succeeds him as a member of the People's Committee of the Interior. In the latter's eyes, the entire People's Committee of the Interior is a big cesspit, which is rotten from top to bottom. Therefore, the first thing he has to do is to carry out a cleansing of the entire People's Committee of the Interior.

In the past less than a month, in the entire Soviet Union, all the officials of the People’s Committee of the Interior who were in office during Yezhov’s reign have been undergoing various investigations. All pending cases will be reopened. Trial. In order to prevent the People's Committee of Internal Affairs from being left empty after the purge, Beria even persuaded Comrade Stalin to recruit middle and low-level officers with clean backgrounds from the army and military academies and directly fill them in the People's Committee of Internal Affairs.

In Tarnopol Region, in the past few days, the State People’s Committee of the Interior has just gone through a large-scale purge. A large number of officials, including the chief of the Civil Police Headquarters, have been dismissed from their posts, and it was in Victor’s second trial. That day, the hurricane of this cleansing hit Shepchenkovo, and the coefficient of the former "three-person trial team" fell, which naturally included Bogdan.

In this context, Victor’s death sentence was postponed, and the case he was involved in will also be retrial.

However, his case is now just a small matter, so it has been put aside. For the big man above, killing Bogdan is the first task.