Chapter 390 No Tears in Moscow
1953, late March, Moscow, snow.
In the early morning, Yulia, who had just finished handling the work at hand, walked out of the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters building with somewhat tired steps.
"Salute!"
Click!
The guards at the internal sentry saw Yulia in military uniform standing upright and saluting very respectfully, with uniform movements.
Every time the woman passed through a door, the same action would be repeated, and the crisp sound of the sentry's heels echoed in the hall over and over again from far to near.
Yulia raised her hand in return, and there was a faint aura of a superior about her body.
The major officer on duty outside the porch came over and asked diligently, "Director Yulia, thank you for your hard work! Please give me your instructions!"
"Where are you, Mr. Minister?" Yulia asked lightly without looking at the other party.
"Comrade Chairman just went to Comrade Malenkov and will not be here today." The major nodded in response.
Beria's current position is Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers and Minister of Internal Affairs of the USSR. Most people call him Chairman Beria. Only close associates of the Ministry of Internal Affairs still use the title of Minister to distinguish him from others.
"Director, do you want to take a rest? There is a very quiet room here." Facing Beria's first assistant, the major tried his best to please him.
"No need, arrange a car to take me back." Yulia said concisely.
"It has been prepared for a long time. Please follow me." The major officer saluted and led the way, and then jumped into the car himself to act as the driver.
The car drove onto the street. Yulia, who had worked all night, wanted to listen to music to soothe her spirit. However, when she turned on the radio, all that came out were recordings of Stalin's speeches during his lifetime. After turning several channels, the same thing happened. She simply gave up and chose to stare at the snowy scene outside the window alone in trance.
More than 20 days ago, Comrade Stalin, the supreme leader of the Soviet Union, suffered a sudden cerebral congestion after a gathering with senior officials and developed obvious symptoms of stroke. Stalin’s secretaries, ministers and some close officials did not take timely action. Instead, they reported to the doctor many hours later. As for why this happened, Yulia did not know.
On the night of March 5, a generation of strong men passed away.
The current situation is that since Stalin did not designate a clear successor before his death, after his death, the Soviet leadership collective is in a state that needs to be reshuffled and the core determined.
Several senior figures have opportunities.
Malenkov serves as Chairman of the Council of Ministers and is nominally in charge of supreme power.
Yulia's boss, Beria, became the Vice Chairman of the Council of Ministers and concurrently served as the Minister of the Interior. He controlled a huge police and secret service agency and had great power.
Khrushchev, who controlled the Secretariat of the Central Committee, had the broadest support within the Central Committee and was closer to Marshal Zhukov in the army.
The head of the Ministry of Defense Bulganin and the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Molotov also have their own capital.
Now the entire Soviet Union is crying for the "Iron Father", but the above few are not included.
The car stopped in an independent residential area. Yulia closed the car door and was about to leave. At this time, the major behind her stopped talking.
"What's the matter?" Yulia raised her beautiful eyebrows.
"Director, there is a little something. When my brother was in Kiev..." the major whispered a few words quickly in Yulia's ear. Yulia glanced at the other party, thought for a moment, and then nodded slightly, "Yeah~ I understand. Now Comrade Minister is planning to rehabilitate some people. I will talk to Comrade Minister again about your brother's situation."
"Thank you! Thank you very much! Director Yulia!" The major's face suddenly became wonderful, and he kept bowing to express his gratitude, looking very emotional.
Later, the major looked around nervously, then took out a brown paper bag from the car and stuffed it into Yulia.
Inside were packaged strawberries. This kind of thing was a rarity in the Soviet Union during the winter, and it was difficult for even ordinary officers to see it.
Yulia smiled slightly, reached out and touched inside the bag, and then pulled out a small stack of U.S. dollars tied with a rope from under the strawberries—these were the key points.
The female agent gently raised her hand, and the bundled banknotes flew into the major's hand in a parabola.
"Director...this..." The major had an embarrassed look on his face. He thought the other party was too young.
"You forget, I was also killed from Kiev. I know the situation very well. Your brother should not be regarded as a traitor."
"Take the money, I accept your kindness, your brother will be fine." After saying that, Yulia picked up the brown paper bag and turned around and walked into her residence.
Entering the building, Yulia sighed.
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The struggle at the top has been fierce recently. In order to gain more political reputation, Beria began to rehabilitate some mid-level and senior military officers and intellectuals who had suffered political persecution.
As the director of the Secretariat, Yulia had the right to initially review the list, so she suddenly became a "red person" that attracted attention from all sides.
Money, supplies, luxury goods, the privileges that only high-ranking officials can have, and political promises from other departments suddenly surrounded her. Yulia seemed to have become a big shot who could influence one party in an instant.
Even her comrades who used to be able to share the last piece of bread equally during the battle now began to come here specifically to curry favor with her.
Thinking about the days of life and death in Kiev, and then thinking about the rights that Beria was fighting for recently, Yulia felt very complicated.
The Soviet Union should not be like this.
Almost reaching her house, Yulia adjusted her mood, put a smile on her face again, and inserted the key into the keyhole.
This is a suite with two bedrooms, one large and one small, as well as a living room and kitchen. The entire decoration style is very simple, without too many items. Except for the pine furniture, the most conspicuous thing is a map of the Soviet Union hanging on the front.
A mirrorless Mosin-Nagant rifle stood against the wall, and there were intelligence books spread out on the desk, as well as the notes she usually recorded. The only decoration was probably a hand-knitted, ugly-looking grass rabbit.
There was a slight noise in the kitchen. Yulia listened carefully, then took off her boots and walked over in cotton slippers.
Brush~ The kitchen door was opened, and a slender and pretty figure inside was busy with something with his back to her. The short golden hair beside her ears jumped up and down with the ups and downs of his body.
Yulia shook her head helplessly and patted the other party's shoulder lightly
"Tanya, you are eating nuts again. This will make your stomach uncomfortable."
Only then did the girl in front turn around and stare at Yulia with her big watery eyes, and her mouth was filled with peeled hazelnuts, like a little squirrel.
(End of chapter)