In the following schedule, Alan Wilson behaved like an imperial civil servant in front of Vivien Leigh, and he talked about nothing in front of Fortseva, because he already knew a little about Fortseva before, and he was still understanding Vivien Leigh.

"Enough, don't overdo it." Fortseva was enraged by the sanctimonious face of a hypocritical civil servant, "Don't bluff here, you won't dare to do anything to me even if I give you a chance." ”

Alan Wilson was stunned, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered in disbelief, "That's right, this is London, not Moscow?" ”

"So what?" In a condescending tone, Fortseva said, "I am not your English vase. ”

"Miss Catherine, you make me very angry." Alan Wilson said with a serious face, "It seems that you don't know me very well yet, it's time to deepen your understanding." ”

Alan Wilson admits that he is indeed just paying lip service.

Reason tells him not to do risky things, but the emboldenance of this cultural czar has angered Alan Wilson, and men can do anything for the sake of face.

The so-called Anglo-Soviet cultural friendly exchange schedule was directly arranged by Alan Wilson, and now he decided to make the cultural tsar understand what it means to have to bow down under the roof.

The course of this cultural exchange will change because of the cultural tsar's contempt for the imperial civil servants, and Fortseva must take full responsibility. For reasons of saluting before soldiering, Alan Wilson turned on the threat through words.

In response to Alan Wilson's threats, Fortseva took a contemptuous attitude, and really thought she was frightened?

At this point, all mediation efforts have been useless and will be seen as weakness. Alan Wilson took out a key and shook it in front of Fortseva.

Fortseva didn't know why, and waited until Alan Wilson turned around to suddenly realize, "This is the key to my room!" ”

For security reasons, it is quite normal for a receptionist in charge of receiving representatives of Soviet cultural exchanges to have a key to the hotel, which is, after all, London, the capital of the British Empire.

So Alan Wilson has, and now it's just for Fortseva to know about it.

For several days Fortseva suffered from gains and losses, unable to sleep, afraid of being touched by the gods without knowing it.

But as the schedule came to an end, Fortseva was relieved that, as she had estimated, it was nothing more than a bluff.

In the middle of the night, a sneaky figure set out, all the performances had ended, and the day of Anglo-Soviet friendship was the last major event, and Alan Wilson's observation during the day confirmed that the cultural representatives of the two countries were very tired.

"Today is the Day of Judgment!" Alan Wilson, who changed to a car, decided to save face of the British Empire late this night, and sneaked directly into the hotel through the fire escape, and the whole process reflected the professionalism of being an MI6 agent, even if it was stealing incense and jade, it was not worthwhile.

Alan Wilson, who had changed his outfit, suppressed his vigorous heartbeat and approached the goal step by step.

In front of Fortseva's door, Alan Wilson glanced left and right like a thief, and his hands were not slow at all, unscrewing the door as professionally as if he had infiltrated the German headquarters.

As the door was closed, no one noticed it, except for Fortseva, who woke up. Representatives of Soviet culture, as well as the Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe, were about to return home, and the last days were in a state of relaxation, relaxing their vigilance against the class enemy.

It turned out that once you let your guard down, you will suffer a big loss, and the night will be quite long for some, as if the Crimean War was a repetition, the duel between the Russian and British empires at the peak, the clash between the lobster soldiers and the Cossacks, and the victors were as in history.

"Is it safe?" Alan Wilson gasped, knowing that he had reached the decisive state.

The blonde hair was attached to her cheeks, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in water, and Fortseva gritted her teeth, with the unwillingness of defeat, "Safety!" ”

"The British Empire is still at its peak!" Two hours later, Alan Wilson, who was a little loose-footed, felt that he had finished dressing and said, and when he left, he also took Fortseva's hairpin with him, which was regarded as a small memento.

What kind of famous actor is Tu Yile, if you really want to talk about the desire to conquer, it is also a cultural czar. Alan Wilson is quite satisfied with his cultural reception, which balances public and private affairs.

The last reception of the cultural exchange between the two countries was held, after which the Soviet cultural delegation will have no more itinerary and will leave London two days later.

This time, there was no non-governmental participation in the reception, but an official welcome party. Britain also has a Ministry of Culture, and at the end of the cultural exchange, it naturally came forward and spoke.

During the free time, Alan Wilson came to the side of Fortseva with a stinging mentality, and said the words of exchanging the cultures of the two countries in a dignified manner, which caused the defeated to sneer at him.

Alan Wilson didn't leave until there was no one around Folzer, and then he lowered his voice and said, "Miss Catherine, have you forgotten the fond memories of the two of us?" ”

"That's enough, it's like it didn't happen." Fortseva reprimanded softly, "I still let my guard down against the class enemy. ”

"I know this very well, that the class enemy must be dealt with harshly and mercilessly. But that's you, the Soviet Union, and our British Empire naturally has a set of methods. Alan Wilson got cheap and behaved, pun on cultural exchanges, and his spirit was quite high.

In the eyes of others, it was nothing more than another argument between loyal imperial civil servants and the Soviets.

"Allen is a person who loves him very much because of his age. In fact, there was no need to convince the Soviets. ”

A few diplomats pointed and commented not far away, and when they looked at the faces of the Soviets, they felt that they had guessed correctly.

"It's because you have a deep cultural background that I said it's not difficult to deal with." Alan Wilson is really suppressing Fortseva with words, "As soon as the confrontation begins, we will definitely launch an attack on the Soviet cultural circles." ”

The reason for this is, on the one hand, that the Soviet Union has a profound cultural heritage, and the Russians are known as the most read people in the world, so using cultural penetration to promote Western thinking can achieve the most extensive effect.

On the other hand, because of the intellectual activity of the Soviet intelligentsia, there were a considerable number of dissidents in this group, and their dissatisfaction with the Soviet authorities and policies became an entry point to exploit.

Strategies to elevate Soviet dissidents by supporting them in winning the Nobel Prize for Literature and assisting them in secretly disseminating underground publications dealt a severe shock to mainstream Soviet political culture.

If you have a little understanding of history, you will know that the writings of the Imperial Russian period are no less than those of the Soviet Union, but the Russian literary scene of the Imperial Russian period has never been widely praised by the West.

But this situation will change with the advent of the Cold War, Alan Wilson remembers that I don't know when the Nobel Prize in Literature suddenly favored Soviet writers, and the famous Solzhenitsyn was one of them, but definitely not the only one.

"I believe not, the real culture will definitely be widely accepted." "On the contrary, as the quality of the British people improves, you are more dangerous. ”

"We can not raise it, so that the majority of Britons will not be able to understand your so-called widely accepted culture." Alan Wilson is still there, and he is not worried about the future described by Fortseva.

"It's really hard to believe that a person who claims to serve the country wants his people to be more stupid." Fortseva seemed to be shocked and couldn't understand the purpose of doing so.

"No, they have the power of ignorance, knowledge represents conspiracy and crime, ignorance to a certain dignity."

Alan Wilson retorted unhurriedly, "If the people don't understand us, they don't know what we're doing wrong." The more you let the people know, the more strict the people will be that we live in a real society, everyone is greedy, they want their motherland, whether it is economic, cultural or military, all aspects are the strongest, if possible, they even want the population to be the first, but at the same time the per capita is also the first. ”

Fortseva couldn't believe what she had heard, and the man across from her seemed to be thinking, "You guys are playing with fire against the whole country." ”

"It was the Soviet Union, a loyal subject of the British Empire, who played with fire, and would not pay attention to the words of poor countries." Alan Wilson condensed Fortseva with a wicked smile, the standard of living in the USSR would not surpass that of the British, no matter how reasonable it was, it would be a fart, and if it was the other way around, a fart would be justified.

Alan Wilson wanted to relive the Battle of Crimea, if possible, but unfortunately never found the opportunity again. The visit of the Soviet cultural delegation to London has ended.

I have to say that in 1945, the Soviet Union still had a strong influence, and the performance of the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe was also warmly welcomed.

"I'll keep your hairpin!" Alan Wilson said something that almost slapped him in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The future cultural tsar sneered, turned a deaf ear to the of the imperialist bureaucracy, and followed the crowd on the plane.

It's just that after the plane took off, Fortseva turned her cheek sideways and looked through the window at the smaller and smaller figure, what happened happened is what happened, and it can't be that it didn't happen.