A Georgian meal fully satisfied his stomach, and Stalin valued his attitude. Yang Mingzhi felt that he was walking on the broad road leading to his dream future.
After finishing his meal, Stalin, who was simply dressed, put down the scraps from the table and left the Grand Kremlin in a relaxed mood. He got into his own car and left the palace, heading for his home on the outskirts of the city.
Yang Mingzhi and Yang Tao stayed in the palace, and the person who assisted them was none other than Captain Lalin.
I waited in Tula in the early morning and took a nap before heading to Moscow. The rest of the time flew by. Yang Mingzhi had to admire Captain Larin’s energy!
"Comrade Captain, where will we sleep tonight?"
"On the third floor, please follow me."
Yang Mingzhi held his wife's arm and had another feast. The girl ate a lot of barbecue elegantly.
Following closely behind the captain, Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but ask: "Comrade captain, does this mean that we will live in the rooms of the former Tsarist Russian nobles?"
"Yes! It seems you still know nothing about these things."
"Yes, today is the first time in my life that I have come here."
"It's just like that in the palace." Captain Larin shook his head indifferently, giving others the impression that he was used to it because he had seen too much. "The former Tsarist Russian nobles were too corrupt, and the civilians in the city were in ragged clothes, but they slept
On a bed made of silk. Of course, these wealth are now more valuable to the people."
"It's an honor for me to enjoy such high-level treatment for a day."
"You deserve this!" the captain continued, "These rooms are meant for high-ranking officials, but no one wants to live here. Do you know? No one dares to occupy people's property. It's like this
It’s a hotel of the highest standard, nothing more.”
Yang Mingzhi nodded. This place was once the property of the Tsar. If Stalin settled in the palace, would there be suspicion that "I am the successor of the Tsar"? In any case, such remarks are dangerous for any official.
The captain continued: "It is true that no one lives in these rooms of the former nobles on weekdays, but if the whole alliance holds a conference, quite a few representatives will live in the palace. You don't have to worry at all, all living rooms are cleaned daily.
, you just have to imagine this is a high-end hotel.”
This statement made Yang Mingzhi feel quite comfortable. It seems that the Grand Kremlin has become the "Presidential Suite". No! It is the "Presidential Suite" in the true sense.
"Well, I must implement the leader's invitation. Besides, I also have to take a critical eye to see how extravagant the life of the old Tsarist Russian aristocracy is."
"Haha! A critical eye."
Night has fallen in Moscow, and the air searchlights in the city are turned on as usual. The beams of light shine on the released balloons flying in the wind, and also on the clouds in the sky.
Captain Larin intended to chat more. Since he had withdrawn to the Tsarist Group, he couldn't help but said: "Comrade Marx did not think we would succeed, but Comrade Lenin said that if there were only 130,000 nobles, through control and management of various places, we could
Maintaining rule for hundreds of years. Why can't we maintain it for decades through a party with 130,000 active members? So, you see, we succeeded."
"Yes, it did succeed."
Yang Mingzhi didn't want to talk more about this matter, not to mention that if these were really Lenin's true words, he was really right.
In that dimension, the Soviet Union did last for 71 years and then disintegrated into a bunch of countries. Maybe it would be a different situation in this dimension.
Yang Mingzhi has always believed that the disintegration of the Soviet Union was an accidental event. Gorbachev's growth from a war orphan to the leader of the Soviet Union is truly a fantasy epic. Although the Soviet Union in the late 1980s was riddled with ills, Gorbachev
Ba's reforms can be described as a disease of the people. After the economic reform failed, he continued to reform the internal affairs. He completely denied the organization of the Soviet Communist Party that he had been engaged in all his life and dissolved the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Then is it necessary for the Soviet Union to exist? Of course it no longer exists.
.
Any other person would definitely do better than Gorba in that position. Either for his own personal gain, or to repeat the mistake of the Corn Emperor who was under house arrest, or for various reasons, Gorba destroyed
alliance.
Perhaps in this plane, the young Gorbachev died in the war during the war.
However, regardless of whether the Soviet Union will disintegrate or not, Yang Mingzhi clearly felt that a huge privileged group has been created from what he encountered today in the Kremlin, even in Lubyanka, and while eating in Podolsk.
"Because I am a general in the swamp, I can only eat meat occasionally. If it were not for the intensive fish fry operation, the whole army would have to eat potatoes. But you guys in Moscow can eat barbecue all the time!" This slander was only
I can keep it in my heart. Besides, if the Soviet Union is eventually destroyed, what can a little person like me do?
This is like a huge ongoing war. The general trend of history is the ultimate victory of the Allies. The decline of the Soviet Union is probably also a trend.
Maybe the alliance will not collapse, but at that time, can she still maintain her status as a great power? No! She will either disintegrate and die vigorously, or she will rot away bit by bit and become a delirious drunkard.
"Whatever, in this plane I was born in 191. If I live to 199, I will be an 80-year-old man. Who knows if I can live to be 80 years old."
Yang Mingzhi can only identify one major historical trend. Who can predict too many random times? As a soldier, there is always the risk of sacrifice. Besides, if you don't serve as a soldier, your life will not be guaranteed and there will be various accidents.
Instead of worrying about the Soviet Union decades later, we should pay special attention to how to defeat the German army as soon as possible and end the war, and at the same time take good care of our own small family. This is the responsibility and obligation of a husband as a general.
…
When they arrived on the third floor, Larin led the two of them through the door.
The walls, chandeliers and doors are all gilded, and the soft light illuminates the entire corridor like a golden ocean.
Yang Mingzhi saw that any high-end hotel should have such decoration, but this is the Kremlin, nothing is fake, they are all genuine treasures.
There were signs hanging everywhere declaring that this was the property of the people.
If you ignore the sign and just look at the appearance of the corridor, Yang Mingzhi will feel a sense of familiarity.
"This is the room." The captain stopped and introduced several staff members.
There is a group of professionals responsible for the daily cleaning and maintenance of the huge Kremlin. The three people Yang Mingzhi saw were only responsible for the internal affairs of the main floor of the Kremlin.
They are all young women dressed simply, with aprons on top of their uniforms, and their main focus is cleaning.
A few decades ago, the palace was filled with all kinds of maids. Because of the tsar's likes and dislikes, the maids were also beautiful women.
This is not the case in the People's Palace today. The palace maids once returned to civilian life, but today's female staff are really average-looking.
Stalin longed for supreme power, but he was not a lustful person. Even though Beria was lustful, it was impossible for him to miss the women here.
But wait!
If they can work here, they must have Stalin's trust! They are not half the people, they must be from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Yang Mingzhi suddenly felt that maybe the life experience of these so-called staff members was the same as Yelenkina.
"A group of female spies." Yang Mingzhi muttered in his heart. In the Kremlin, everything for him had been arranged by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
He felt that Stalin might have confidence in him, but what about Beria?
These smiling women are also trained by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to smile professionally. Who knows what they are thinking in their hearts.
"But you don't understand that I am by no means a simple lamb."
This room has also been tampered with.
So what if they had their hands or feet manipulated? While listening to their explanation, Yang Mingzhi pretended to be tired, as if he had fallen asleep on the bed.
According to the women, the room has been cleaned and brand-new clothes are neatly folded.
"What, there are some new clothes?" Yang Mingzhi was very surprised by this.
"Of course." The captain explained, "We have to do things tomorrow, and you can't always travel in this piece of clothing. Don't worry, all kinds of clothes are ready. They are gifts from Comrade Stalin."
"Oh it's so wonderful."
"Then please come in and rest. After settling you, I can get off work."
In this way, Captain Larin finally completed his busy and tiring work all day. The three female staff members said that if there is a request, they will be on call by pressing a button in the room.
"You'd better not come here, don't disturb our family's peaceful dream."
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but see all the people in front of him. After they left, he took the hand of his enthusiastic wife, gently grasped the gilded door handle, and opened the gilded oak door.
The palace is only dazzling and noble, but the human heart is also noble?
The NKVD of the Soviet Union had reasons to eradicate internal and external enemies. How to identify the enemies must use some means.
The door was opened, and what appeared in front of the Yang family and his wife was a large soft bed.
A blanket with gold threads was spread out on the bed, and some neat clothes were laid out on the blanket.
There's even women's underwear.
"Haha, they are very thoughtful." Yang Mingzhi gestured to his surprised wife, "Look, there are your new clothes."
"Well, they all belong to me?"
"Go and take a look. This bed is the legendary soft bed. You have never experienced it in your life."
Simmons soft bed, silk quilt, wool blanket, and brown carpet spread throughout the room! The walls are covered with thick wallpapers, which not only decorate but also keep warm.
There are also white lacquered and gilded coffee tables and chairs in the room. There is a traditional Russian bronze drinking vessel on the coffee table, and the cup is a specially shaped glass.
All this made Yang Mingzhi feel that all the objects in the room were leftover materials from the Tsarist Russia era.
Except for one very conspicuous thing - the heating blade.
The heating pipes and blades of Yang Mingzhi are so familiar. It is a strange feeling to be together with other noble objects.
The room is very large and spacious, with glass windows and carved beams, but the entire building is wrapped in camouflage canvas, with only ventilation holes left at the windows.
There is also a dedicated cloakroom and a toilet in the room.
At this moment, Star Tao has no idea what her husband is thinking. She has always longed for a happy life, and now she actually lives in the palace of the former Russian emperor. How wonderful is this?
She no longer cared about her distended belly, ran straight to the bed, kicked off the brand new leather shoes she had just changed into today, and lay flat on the big elastic bed, having fun non-stop.
Although soft beds are not a new thing, Yang Mingzhi didn't want to try the elasticity for himself. He still had something to do.
"Honey, how do you feel?"
"That's great. Brother, come here quickly. I...my dream has come true!"
"Okay, you lie down for a while and rest, I'll come back later."
Star Tao was like a baby, constantly twisting on the soft bed, picking up her new clothes, which were autumn clothes and autumn trousers made of extremely soft fabrics. Of course, there was also a female-only heart made of silk.
In 1940, while getting off the train to go shopping in a city on the way to Minsk, my husband and I went to a state-owned clothing store.
There is a dazzling array of clothes, and the prices are quite high.
The women's section has all kinds of high-end clothing, and the prices are amazing.
Just based on intuition, Star Tao knew that these clothes were expensive. Before the war, ordinary people in the Soviet Union probably had to save a month's salary to buy a coat. Now I am afraid it is even more expensive.
She twisted her body for a while, then sat up cross-legged, and accidentally fell onto the bed again.
"There's something wrong with this soft bed. It's not as stable as sitting on the Kang." She thought to herself and sat up again. She quickly took off her coat and put on new clothes for her husband to see.
She was surprised to find that her husband was pacing in the room, sometimes squatting down to take a look, as if he was hunting for treasure.
"Brother, where is your Gaha?"
"Shh, don't make such a fuss..."
Although she didn't understand, Yang Tao still shut her mouth and looked quietly at her husband, who was already kneeling on the carpet. She was sure that her husband was looking for something.
Yes, after being beaten by Beria, Yang Mingzhi could not help but be particularly wary of the agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Except for Stalin, no one else in the Kremlin should be overly trusted.
"Since they can put bugs in the toilet and listen to Khrushchev's farts, will they target me? Since they sent people to monitor me in the swamp, this is an open secret. Let me take a look at these people.
What other means are there?"
With this attitude, Yang Mingzhi deliberately stared at every corner of the room like a mouse.
Finally, I touched a special object under the ornately decorated coffee table, specifically at the point where a wooden leg connected to the tabletop.
It didn't seem to be anything special. Yang Mingzhi touched it and found that that unique smoothness could only come from one substance - resin.
Specifically, it has the potential to be a bug.
Immediately, Yang Mingzhi stood up as if an electric shock had occurred and took off his coat with a face.
"Brother? You..."
"Quiet……"
If you were being monitored, would anyone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs know Chinese? Specifically, would anyone know the Northeastern dialect?
Since they put such a suspicious thing, they must have done some work.
Yang Mingzhi did not dare to take risks. He felt that what he had done so far had never been sorry to Stalin, and it had helped the Soviet Union a lot.
"Da Linzi wants to sanction me, why do you let me live here? Beria must have done it secretly. However, maybe..." Suddenly a new thought appeared in Yang Mingzhi's mind: "If there is a bug, every
There should be rooms in each room. Many representatives from the entire alliance will live in such rooms. If anyone makes anti-Soviet remarks, the Ministry of Internal Affairs can seize evidence and Stalin can sanction them. I am afraid that surveillance not only exists, it is also an internal affairs matter.
This is the important work of the Ministry.”
However, whether that thing is a bug can only be confirmed by further inspection.
Yang Mingzhi even felt that the Soviet Union in this time and space did not have the technology to miniaturize eavesdroppers. Of course, he may have underestimated the Soviet Union's technology. There are many experts in this country. (To be continued)