I paid a huge sum of money in exchange for two pairs of bills, as well as Dr. Antonov's promise. With these things in mind, I will come to the hospital to pick up my glasses tomorrow. I hope the style of the glasses won't be too weird.
Yang Mingzhi has already estimated that the glasses he can receive must be popular styles, just like the ones he has seen Beria wearing.
In various countries of this time and space, glasses are just a tool, and their fashion role has just begun to be discovered. In the Soviet Union and even China, glasses are a symbol of intellectuals.
Of course, Yang Mingzhi liked the way his wife looked wearing glasses. Before he "executed" his first-century resin glasses, he let his wife try them on. Not to mention, the small appearance is really beautiful, and the whole person is more quiet.
.Obviously this girl killed more than 70 enemies.
There is a lot less money in my pocket, and to make matters worse, it is indeed time for state-owned stores to close.
"It's too bad, they close after six o'clock. You...if you want to shop, you have to wait until tomorrow."
Captain Larin in the car looked helpless.
"It's okay." Yang Mingzhi knew that he had nothing to regret, because there were a lot of gifts in the trunk of the car. "Wait until tomorrow, come with me again and buy all the things you need."
"No. I'm sorry, Comrade General, my mission will be completed once I send you to your new home."
"What? What arrangements does my superior have for me next? Without you, how would I know?"
The captain smiled: "Don't worry, it's just a work handover. Your superiors have sent you a security squad. In addition to being responsible for your own security, you can also dispatch them if something happens."
"Well, as a general, I thought I was alone. I'm really happy that I, the commander of the group army, can still be a squad leader."
A sense of irony floated in Yang Mingzhi's mind. It was so funny. In just a few days, a general who commanded tens of thousands of people could only lead ten people.
These ten people are by no means simple, they must be people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. These people should have outstanding combat capabilities, and I am afraid they also have a variety of skills. In a sense, they have the meaning of "agents" for future generations.
Their first priority is to protect, but also to monitor.
What can I do if I am angry? Stalin could not stop Beria from many of his actions. They have been monitoring me for a whole year, so what if they continue to monitor me?
Beria, although this is your duty, your tentacles have stretched too far. One day, you, the head of the secret police, will be shot.
Yang Mingzhi's mouth tightened, and what he was saying in his heart was pure slander.
He had a dull look on his face and looked tired. Looking through the rear mirror, Captain Larin took it for granted that the general was hungry again.
"Want to go to dinner?" the captain asked.
"Dinner? Where to go? To be honest, I'm not hungry."
"Let's eat some. Let's go to Lubyanka first, have dinner, and bring some midnight snacks with us. I'll take you to your new home."
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The soft light of the setting sun reflects on the balloons scattered over the city, and the entire city glows with orange light.
Before the war broke out, many workers got off work at this time. Tens of thousands of people walked to their homes or rushed to buy something before state-owned stores closed.
Today, many wide main roads in Moscow are sparsely populated by pedestrians and even fewer vehicles.
Factories across the city no longer strictly implement the eight-hour work system, workers' working hours have been extended to 12 hours, and almost all factories still in operation implement two shifts. What's even more stringent is that the weekly weekends are also the same as the last day.
Basic workers are temporarily out of luck.
After a simple dinner in the canteen of the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters building, Yang Mingzhi took a car and finally went to his residence.
What will your new home be like? I hope you have a good rest tonight.
For him, it was his first time to visit Moscow at night.
The car was driving on Lenin Street. The street lights on both sides of the road were not powered, and the balloons blocked the starlight to a great extent. The whole world was really incredibly dark.
Fortunately, the two headlights of the car broke the darkness, allowing the car to rush towards its destination on the wide and sparsely populated street.
Finally, after going through several turns and passing through many side roads with green trees, the car finally stopped in front of a two-story building with lights on.
"Is this right here?" Yang Mingzhi asked.
"Yes, Comrade General. This will be your home from now on, and you have the right to use it indefinitely. Of course, you have to pay a rent to the state every year, and this money will be deducted from your allowance. Don't worry at all."
"Okay. It looks like an excellent villa."
Captain Larin immediately signaled to the driver, and after three loud whistles, more than ten people filed out of the building gate.
Suddenly a group of people came. Relying on the light background, Yang Mingzhi was keenly aware that the people who came were all soldiers.
"Who are these people?"
"They are your guards, ten of them in total. In addition, there is a maid who is responsible for cleaning the house and cooking."
Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but be surprised, because until now, he has never been used to having others serve him.
What is privilege? This is privilege. Because of his status as a general, it is reasonable to enjoy this privilege.
Isn't it not just a special guard squad but the entire house that has the greatest privilege?
In the 1980s, the Soviet Union promised that every citizen would have the right to obtain a homestead of about 600 square meters in the wild, and use their imagination to build their own villa. Therefore, many Soviet people actually built a large number of houses, which was hindered by personal considerations.
With limited financial capacity, so-called villas are often just wooden houses.
Generally speaking, the policies put forward by the Brezhnev Group satisfy the majority of the people. Because of the relaxation of authority, many workers only built a small wooden house, and the remaining land share was "de facto
"Private property", so it often becomes one's own vegetable garden.
In the difficult times at the beginning of the disintegration of the Soviet Union, there was no famine in Russia. This was largely due to the fact that many citizens had their own "private plots" where they could grow some potatoes and vegetables, and they could live a comfortable life.
But in the Stalin era, good land governance did not exist. For example, in collective farms, ordinary farmers could not even raise chickens privately. All poultry and livestock were collectively owned, including every egg.
In terms of housing, Stalin implemented Lenin's policy. At least the majority of the people had their own homes. Pravda had long declared that displaced Soviet citizens had become history.
Of course, due to the war, a large number of people in the west fled their homes and had to be displaced. Most of them were transported to the Ural Mountains or more remote places. The Soviet Union also started its own immigration development project.
Since all citizens' housing is allocated by the state, citizens have the right to use it. With the migration of millions of Moscow citizens, a large number of vacant residences in the city have naturally become barracks for the garrison.
A large number of villas in the suburbs have a higher vacancy rate, but the villa Yang Mingzhi will own has been renovated recently.
The captain explained by the way: "Many villas have become temporary barracks for the army. Sometimes a company can be stationed in one building. Because no matter what, sleeping crowded on the floor is more comfortable than sleeping on the dirt."
The captain explained a lot briefly, and Yang Mingzhi then had a general understanding of the situation.
This villa has two floors, and a small underground storage room. After all, it is a relic from the Tsarist Russia era. The two Roman columns at the door reflect its nobility. In addition, the entire building has sharp edges and corners, and has a unique style.
It has a Prussian style. There are statues in the windows, which seems to have some French charm.
At the main entrance of the building, the balcony on the second floor is supported by Roman columns. As for its roof, it is almost a cone on all sides.
Under the faint starlight, Yang Mingzhi had a basic understanding of the appearance of the entire house. He helped his wife get out of the car and immediately inspected his soldiers - the only guard squad.
At this time, a soldier quickly stood in front of him.
"Report, comrade general. I am Ivan Ilyich Grishenko, rank of second lieutenant, your guard squad leader."
"He's still a member of the NKVD."
Yang Mingzhi's words really surprised the visitor.
"Yes, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will do its best to ensure your safety, and we follow your orders."
Yang Mingzhi nodded: "Very good, I want to go inside first and take a look at you guys. You, Comrade Second Lieutenant."
"yes."
"You and your people, carry everything in the trunk of the car into the house."
"As commanded."
With a small bodyguard, it felt good to meet Yang Mingzhi for the first time. However, they were all from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so whether they could become loyal personal bodyguards remains to be seen.
Fortunately, they are very decisive in executing orders.
"I wish you could all have Abram's loyalty."
Now Yang Mingzhi really hopes to have his most trusted right-hand men around him, such as Balzen's veterans, such as the loyal guard Abram. Everything is different, and everything has to start from scratch.
Glancing at the second lieutenant's busy back, Yang Mingzhi thought of many things.
He still held his wife's hand: "Let's go, honey, we are going home."
The new home is full of freshness, the spacious hall is brightly lit, and a glass crystal lamp hangs from the ceiling. In this time and space, this item is expensive.
Yang Mingzhi looked at the house with a mentality that was almost "accepting the decoration results". He saw that all the walls were covered with Russian-style printed wallpaper, there was no furniture in the central hall, and the real living room was on the right.
The lights in each room were bright, and through the door, Yang Mingzhi saw the same rare leather sofa.
"The ordinary wooden tables and sofas have no characteristics, and the chairs have some reliefs, but they are still wooden chairs. The only household appliances are electric lights, but there is a fireplace in the living room. On the second floor, it should be the bedroom."
It's funny, Yang Mingzhi doesn't think this villa is very elegant, because there are no household appliances, not even a radio. Standing here, it feels like going back to the time when the electric light was just invented.
It can be said that the life of a noble is nothing more than this! He felt that the Tsar's life in the Kremlin was no more comfortable than the five-star hotels of later generations. Since the owner of the building was once a minor nobleman, his life was certainly much worse than that of the Tsar.
“This place is just a bit more upscale than an express hotel.”
Yang Mingzhi made some funny comments about her home, but looking at Yang Tao, she was completely satisfied.
Everyone has a different definition of happiness. Carambola has always longed for a stable life. As long as he has no worries about food and clothing and the house is airtight and airtight, it is the most perfect. The Kremlin is magnificent and decorated, and it does not belong to him.
This big house is already very good, and it even has ten "housekeepers" to protect it around the clock. The strong sense of security has overwhelmed the girl's heart. If possible, it would not be good for the family to live here with peace of mind with a huge sum of money.
?
Just as Yang Tao was looking around and checking the four rooms on the first floor, all the guards entered the hall carrying suitcases and pockets. In addition to these ten people, there was also a woman carrying a mop.
A woman? She is the cleaning lady?
Yang Mingzhi keenly noticed a blond woman. Judging from her face, she was not young.
The woman put the wet mop aside, approached Yang Mingzhi respectfully, tied her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly.
"Comrade General, my name is Anne Ivayevna Androva. I will be fully responsible for the cleaning of this house and will also be your exclusive cook."
"A maid?" Yang Mingzhi asked casually in surprise.
"Yes, you can understand it that way. Specifically, I am your maid."
"All right."
In Yang Mingzhi's impression, maids are a high-paying job. Only in the feudal era, maids were pitiful. Now that the Soviet Union has changed everything, the profession of "maid" still has its demand, so this is called
Anne's maid is also an employee of a state-owned enterprise and receives a considerable monthly salary.
This woman was dressed plainly, with her blond hair tied into pigtails and tied at the back of her head. The typical maid outfit that Yang Mingzhi believed only existed in primary and secondary schools across the league and was a uniform for girls. But real maids wore
She was clearly wearing traditional Russian women's casual clothes. The rolled up sleeves and the mop in the corner proved her identity.
The woman was obviously late, and Captain Larin had to criticize: "Comrade, you should answer Comrade General as soon as possible."
"I'm sorry, I...I was just rinsing the mop."
There was a trace of fear on the woman's cheek. Haha, you are not afraid of me as a general, but on the contrary, you are like a frightened rabbit to some senior personnel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Since she was a maid, Yang Mingzhi deliberately asked more questions, even some that would make the woman unhappy.
"Comrade Androva..."
"You can just call me Annie."
"Okay, Comrade Anne. You don't look young. How old are you? How many life skills do you have?" Halfway through the words, Yang Mingzhi pulled his wife to his side and put his hands on her shoulders. "This is my wife, maybe
You can be friends."
The maid could not tell that the general in front of her had any intention of putting on airs, so her attitude was naturally very easy-going.
"I am 30 years old and have a daughter. My husband joined the army and died for the country."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Your husband is a hero."
"But he sacrificed, and I have to work for my children. My daughter is temporarily raised by my sister. They went to the east, and I will stay here to earn as much money as possible. I hope that my future efforts will be appreciated by you.
affim."
This woman took the initiative to tell her family situation, she should be honest. (To be continued)