My own war game

Chapter 390: No Tears in Moscow

1953, late March, Moscow, snow.

In the early morning, Yulia, who had just finished the work at hand, walked out of the headquarters building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs with somewhat tired steps.

"salute!"

click!
When the guards at the inner sentry saw Yulia in her military uniform, they straightened up and saluted very respectfully in unison.

Every time the woman passed through a door, she would repeat the same action, and the crisp sound of the sentry's heels knocking against each other would echo in the hall from far to near.

Yulia raised her hand to return the greeting, with a faint aura of a superior emanating from her.

The major officer on duty outside the porch came over and asked attentively, "Director Yulia, you have worked hard! Please give me your orders!"

"Where did the Minister go?" Yulia asked softly without looking at the other party.

"Comrade Chairman has just gone to see 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, and only his close associates in 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.

"I'm ready. Please follow me." The major saluted and led the way, then jumped into the car and acted as a driver.

The car drove onto the street. After working all night, Yulia wanted to listen to some music to relax her mind, but when she turned on the radio, all she heard was recordings of Stalin's speeches during his lifetime. After turning to several channels and hearing the same message, she simply gave up and chose to stare at the snow scene outside the window alone.

More than 20 days ago, the supreme leader of the Soviet Union, Comrade Stalin, suffered a sudden cerebral congestion after a meeting with high-level officials, and showed obvious symptoms of a stroke. Stalin's secretary, ministers and some close officials did not take timely action, but instead reported to the doctor several hours later. As for why this happened, Yulia did not know.

On the evening of March 3, a strongman passed away.

The current situation is that since Stalin did not designate a clear successor before his death, after his death, the Soviet leadership is in a state of needing to reshuffle and determine the core.

Several senior figures have opportunities.

Malenkov served as Chairman of the Council of Ministers and nominally held the highest power.

Yulia's boss Beria became the Vice Chairman of the Council of Ministers and concurrently served as Minister of Internal Affairs. He controlled a large police and secret service agency and had enormous power.

Khrushchev, who controls the Central Secretariat, has the broadest support within the Central Committee and is 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 had their own capital.

Now the whole Soviet Union is crying for the "Iron Father", but the above-mentioned people are not included.

The car stopped at an independent residential area. Yulia closed the door and prepared to leave. At this time, the major behind her seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Yulia raised her beautiful eyebrows.

"Director, there is a small matter. When my brother was in Kiev..." the major whispered something quickly in Yulia's ear. Yulia glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then nodded gently, "Well, I see. Now the minister is planning to rehabilitate some people. I will tell the minister about your brother's situation again."

"Thank you! Thank you very much! Director Yulia!" The major's face instantly became wonderful. He kept bowing to express his gratitude and seemed very excited.

Later, the major looked around nervously, then took out a brown paper bag from the car and stuffed it into Yulia's hand.

Inside were packaged strawberries, which were a rare commodity in the Soviet winter and were difficult to see even for ordinary officers.

Yulia smiled slightly, reached into the bag, and then took out a small stack of US dollars tied with a rope from under the strawberries - these were the key points.

The female agent raised her hand slightly, and the bundle of banknotes flew back into the major's hands in a parabola.

“Director…this…” The major showed an embarrassed look on his face. He thought the other party thought it was too little.

"You forgot that I also fought my way out of Kiev. I know the situation very well. Your brother should not be considered a traitor."

"Take the money. I appreciate your kindness. Your brother will be fine." After saying that, Yulia picked up the brown paper bag and turned to walk into her residence.

Walking into the building, Yulia sighed.

The struggle among the upper echelons has been fierce in recent times. In order to increase his political reputation, Beria began to rehabilitate some middle and senior military officers and intellectuals who had suffered political persecution.

As the director of the secretariat, Yulia had the right to preliminarily review the list, and thus she suddenly became a "celebrity" that attracted attention from all sides.

Money, materials, luxury goods, privileges only for senior officials, and political promises from other departments suddenly surrounded her, and Yulia seemed to have become a big figure who could influence a certain area in an instant.

Even the comrades who used to share the last piece of bread with her during the battle now came to curry favor with her.

Thinking about the days of life and death in Kiev, and then thinking about the rights that Beria has been fighting for recently, Yulia has complicated feelings.

The Soviet Union was not supposed to be like this.

Almost reaching her room, 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, a large and a small one, a living room and a kitchen. The whole decoration style is very simple, without too many items, except for the pine furniture, the most conspicuous thing is a Soviet map hanging in front.

A Mosin-Nagant rifle without a scope stood by the wall, and on the desk there were open intelligence books and her daily notes. The only decoration was probably a hand-woven, ugly straw rabbit.

There was a slight noise coming from the kitchen. Yulia listened carefully, then changed her boots and walked over in cotton slippers.

Swish~ The kitchen door was opened, and a slender and pretty figure was busy doing something with her back to her. The short golden hair beside her ears jumped up and down with the rise and fall of her body.

Yulia shook her head helplessly and patted the other person's shoulder gently.
"Tanya, you're eating nuts again. It's going to upset your stomach."

The girl in front turned around at this time and stared at Yulia with her big watery eyes, and her mouth was full of peeled hazelnuts, like a little squirrel.

(End of this chapter)