Struggle in Soviet Russia

Victor waited for a while near the door, listening to the sound of water in the bedroom disappearing, followed by the faint sound of footsteps, and after a while, Comrade Stalin in gray pajamas appeared at the door of the bedroom.

His face didn't look very good, his eyes were a little puffy, and his lips were a little chapped.

He walked out of the bedroom and glanced at Victor who was standing at the door. He didn't speak, he just made a gesture at him, and then quickly pointed to the position of the sofa, which obviously meant to let him sit over.

General Victor took off his hat and walked quickly to the sofa, but instead of sitting down, he stood in front of the sofa and waited for Comrade Stalin to come.

Comrade Stalin did not come directly. He first walked to the desk, picked up the telephone receiver, dialed the internal line, and asked the service staff in the palace to prepare breakfast and tea for him, and he also specifically told the other party to prepare two.

"Tell me, what happened again?" After putting down the phone, he put his hands in the pockets of his pajamas, walked over unhurriedly, sat down in front of the sofa opposite Victor, and asked.

Only then did Victor bend over and sit on the sofa, and recounted the information he received last night one by one.

"You mean that in our People's Committee for Foreign Affairs, they have been opening their secrets to the British and the Americans for the past two years, and the reason is only because there are so many people who are not aware of the burdensome Tired of coding, and they found a simpler and more satisfying way to simplify this tedious job?" Wait until Victor tells the story of last night's intelligence After that, Comrade Stalin summed it up with a blank expression.

Victor remained silent, and although Comrade Stalin did not show it directly, his anger was clearly burning.

Comrade Stalin did not speak any more, and he remained silent until about half a minute later, before he asked, "Is this information accurate?"

"It was provided by Hopkins." In front of Comrade Stalin, Victor naturally had nothing to hide, he said directly, "In order to pass the news back, he launched an emergency contact program."

The Hopkins mentioned by Victor was the spy lurking in the White House by the Foreign Intelligence Service, and this was his real name.

This person's full name is Harry Lloyd Hopkins, that's right, the same Hopkins who once served as the US Secretary of Commerce, President Roosevelt's chief foreign adviser, and for now, this person is President Roosevelt The main diplomatic adviser on the US-Soviet and US-UK relations is known as the "Second Person in the White House" and is the so-called "shadow president".

As soon as he heard that the news was provided by Hopkins, Comrade Stalin immediately fell silent again, and after a long time, he frowned and asked: "What kind of loss will this bring us?"

"It's not certain yet," Victor said, "after all, we don't know how much progress the other party has made in the deciphering work, or how many encrypted communications they have intercepted over the past year or so. "

"This is not slack, nor is it dereliction of duty, but treason! Outright treason!" Comrade Stalin's anger suddenly erupted. At the same time, his mouth growled sharply.

Victor was sitting across from him, and the wooden coffee table was slammed over by Comrade Stalin, knocking it more than an inch below his knees. The pain caused him to sweat instantly.

Almost at the same time, Comrade Stalin also let out a groan. Obviously, the kick he kicked out before his anger hurt him too.

Although his calf hurt to death, Victor jumped up from the sofa at the first time. He was missing this leg and rushed to Comrade Stalin's desk, reached out and picked up the intercom phone, he must call the doctor immediately.

Victor was relieved when he called out and told the doctor to come to Comrade Stalin's room immediately. He just hung up the phone, and before he had time to turn around, he heard Comrade Stalin say in a hoarse voice: "Notify Via Cheslav, let him come here immediately. Also, let Comrade Merkulov be notified and let him come too."

Viktor hurriedly called Molotov and Merkulov again. The former was on this floor, but Merkulov, who was acting NKVD, did not live here. , it will definitely take a certain amount of time for him to come here.

Viktor had just called Comrade Molotov, when the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, Boskrebyshev broke in with a group of white lab coats, and a dozen people Wuyang Wuyang Yes, he surrounded Comrade Stalin in an airtight area.

"Go and see Viktor's leg, he's also hurt," just when Viktor endured the pain and was about to step aside, he heard Comrade Stalin say on the sofa.

So, two doctors rushed over immediately to check the injury on his leg. Only Boskrebyshev stood to the side with a suspicious look on his face, guessing that he was guessing what happened in the room just now. Could it be that Comrade Stalin, who was in a rage, kicked Victor's leg with his foot? But judging from the appearance of Comrade Stalin, it should not be the case.

The doctor's examination was completed quickly, and the injury on Victor's leg was nothing but a little bruise, but no bone was injured. On the other hand, Comrade Stalin's toe was injured. After bandaging, there was no problem.

While the doctors were still treating Comrade Stalin's foot injury, the service staff who brought breakfast and tea and Comrade Molotov walked in, seeing so many doctors in the room, and Comrade Molotov's expression. Appearing quite nervous, he suspected that Comrade Stalin had come to the doctor because of his high blood pressure after hearing the news of the leak.

At this time, Comrade Stalin's anger must not have subsided. He saw Molotov come in and did not speak, but just drove out the doctors who had just treated his foot injury. At the same time, he called Victor over to have breakfast.

In the face of Comrade Stalin's invitation, Victor did not shirk. He limped over, sat down in front of the sofa just now, and dragged the breakfast that Comrade Stalin had pushed in front of him.

"Today's breakfast must have been prepared by Fedorov." Although there were flames in his eyes, Comrade Stalin's tone of voice had recovered. He ignored Molotov, who was standing on the side, and bowed his head to eat. Victor said, "The meat buckwheat he made tasted very good, but the borsch soup was very ordinary."

Victor pretended not to know anything, and hummed in his mouth, just kept his head down. He could feel that although Comrade Stalin spoke in a soothing tone, the almost frozen air in the room made people breathless.

After a brief evaluation of the breakfast, Comrade Stalin stopped talking. For a time, there was only a slight chewing sound in the whole room.

To be honest, the taste of breakfast is really good, but Victor still eats tasteless, if possible, he is more willing to go back to his room to eat dry bread, at least that way to eat comfortably and eat without pressure.

"Come and sit down, Vyacheslav, my comrade," Comrade Stalin obviously had no appetite. He only took a few bites, put the knife and fork aside, and said to Molotov who was beside him.

Seeing that Comrade Stalin put down the cutlery, Viktor could not continue to eat, but just when he was about to put down the knife and fork, he heard Comrade Stalin say: "Eat more, Victor, young people should eat more, at least not Food wasted."

Well, Victor smiled awkwardly and continued to eat his breakfast with his head down.

"Vyacheslav," Comrade Stalin, turning his head, continued to Molotov, "how long have you been in charge of the People's Committee for Foreign Affairs?"

"It's been almost five years since 1939, Comrade Stalin," Molotov replied.

"So, with regard to the entire People's Committee for Foreign Affairs, are you in complete control of the situation?" Comrade Stalin went on to ask.

Molotov hesitated for a moment and said: "It should be said that it is under control, although the work of the committee is very complicated, but..."

"Then, do you think there are still traitors in the People's Commissariat of Foreign Affairs when you are in control of the situation," Comrade Stalin interrupted him, and then asked, "Is there still someone selling out the interests of the alliance?"

A horrified expression appeared on Molotov's face, and the level of fidelity of the performance could be said to be consummate.

Comrade Stalin turned his head, looked at Victor, and said, "Victor, repeat the information you have obtained."

Victor hurriedly put down the fork in his hand, took the napkin and wiped it on his mouth, and repeated what he said before Comrade Stalin.

Although Boskelebyshev knew the inside story and knew that he had previously told Molotov the content of the intelligence, Viktor still had to play this scene. Of course, he also believed that Boskelebyshev would not come. Comrade Stalin went to inform him, after all, it would only do him harm, not good.

In the process of Viktor's presentation of the intelligence, the expression on Molotov's face was always changing, as if he had just learned the news, the expression from shock to anger changed subtly, everywhere. in place.

"Then, Vyacheslav, tell me, when you are in complete control of the situation, why did such a bad thing happen to the People's Commissariat of Foreign Affairs?" After Victor finished speaking, Comrade Stalin finally couldn't hold back his anger. asked Molotov sharply.