There was no expression on Sorge's face.

He only had a deep disgust for this stupid pig-like bureaucreat.

Yes, since the coming to power of the loving father, there has been a strong repression of the Comintern and non-Russian members of the CPSU. Numerous Jews and Poles were transferred from important posts, including their own teacher, the Polish Berzin. The same includes Jews who occupied important positions during Lenin's time.

Nominally, the Loving Father is fighting the Trotskyists, but in reality, the Loving Father is targeting the internationalists who are not Russian!

Germans, Poles, Georgians and many other nationalities are included.

It's strange that the loving father himself is Georgian.

But if we look at Machiavelli's pragmatism, this is not difficult to understand.

The criterion for the likes and dislikes of political leaders has never been party affiliation, blood affiliation, or ethnicity, and there is only one criterion for judging them - whether it is beneficial for them to hold power.

Lenin started his career through the international communist movement, which was overwhelmingly made up of Jews and non-Russian international friends, who after the success of the October Revolution held most of the key positions in the Soviet Union.

But these same people are the political opponents of the loving father in the process of gaining power.

In order for him to gain power, he must rely on ethnic Russians, who make up the largest proportion of the population, but do not hold the supreme power, and in the eyes of the Russians, these Jews have now become parasites entrenched in the head of the Russian nation.

This is an indisputable fact.

So, the Father's strategy is simple, satisfying the wishes of the vast majority of people.

But even then, it is absolutely impossible to talk about ethnic rivalries, otherwise the Soviet Union, a multi-ethnic state based on a common ideology rather than a common kinship, will fall apart.

Therefore, any political struggle can only be called an idea and a line to hit the opponent, and the so-called Polish gang, the Jewish gang, must not be shouted!

However, Makarov, a fool, actually said this fact that must not be declared!

Seeing Sorge's cold eyes, Makarov suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing.

In the current political ecology, if you say the wrong thing, what kind of consequences you will face, Makarov is very clear!

Moreover, Sorge has obviously mastered some of his own murder colleagues, and if Sorge chooses to report the evidence he may have, then even his superiors, the commander-in-chief of the Red Banner Army, Blyukhel, will not be able to protect himself!

Thinking of this, a few drops of cold sweat suddenly oozed from Makarov's smooth head, his eyes rolled, a few smiles squeezed out on his stiff face, and he trembled his fat lips and said:

"Dear Comrade Sorge, please forgive me for my gaffes. You know, there's been so much going on lately that I'm getting a little nervous. As for what you just said, I think we will find common ground, for example: a holiday villa outside Moscow. ”

Sorge's heart couldn't help but "hehe".

These guys, how shallow, how vulgar!

How short is a person's life, what is the point of indulging in the pleasure of body and skin like this?

This kind of person will never be able to experience the joy of fighting for his ideals!

It was a pleasure that was far superior to food, men and women, all kinds of material comforts!

If you can make the cause you are fighting for successful, even if you want to give your life immediately, Sorge is willing!

In this iron-blooded era, only a strong belief can produce a strong will, and only a strong will can go further in the struggle!

Blood and fire will weed out all cowardly guys and quench a piece of iron into steel!

He laughed disdainfully and said:

"Comrade Makarov, rest assured, if I were to tell the truth, I would never say this in front of you. So, put away your worries.

However, I do not want to see that when comrades are fighting bloodily, there are comrades whom they trust, who stab a bayonet in his back! ”

Makarov laughed awkwardly and said:

"Comrade Sorge, you misunderstood, what you said was not my order, you know, I am just an adjutant. However, I also need to remind you to forget about it! This is your ........ to me, to me, to your teachers, to me"

Makarov paused for a moment and continued:

"It's all good."

Sorge was silent for a moment, then spoke:

"I can forget, but don't forget either, that man is not dead."

"However, the two men who killed him are already dead, so, in my opinion, even if he is not dead, it is still over." Makarov interface.

"Hope you're lucky."

Sorge nodded, then stood up and walked out the door.

Sorge was tempted to pull out the pistol in his pocket and blow the ugly guy out with one shot.

However, he can't.

Even, not even to denounce Makarov.

Because his own teacher, Berzin, is now being systematically investigated by the army.

Makarov, as stupid as he was, said something that was not wrong.

This matter can only be forgotten for the time being.

What's more, that unlucky guy didn't die either.

.........

The unlucky guy in Sorge's mouth is not unlucky at all now.

On the contrary, he was happy.

He was living in his old house, now renamed the White Mansion by Geng Chaozhong, and drinking tea with another old man, his Cheka colleague, the elder Chelov.

"I admire Berki, really.

Although you know that I had many conflicts with him when I followed Comrade Dzerzhinsky, this does not prevent me from respecting him.

He was a true communist who was willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of ideals and beliefs, for the sake of the unity of mankind, and so was the leader of our Cheka, Comrade Dzerzhinsky. ”

Chelov drank the misty tea slowly, and said to Zhukov, who was sitting opposite him, that is, the Zhu fat man in Geng Chaozhong's mouth.

"Yes, I miss the years when we were at the Second International. Everyone is so passionate and high-spirited. It's not like now, you can only scurry around in the gutter like a mouse. ”

The fat man on the other side said.

Zhu Fatzi is actually not so fat now, at least, the number of his chin has been reduced by at least one-half, and wrinkles have appeared on his face - I don't know if it's because he's thin, or because he's old, maybe both.

In short, the current Zhu Muyun has more vicissitudes, but what remains unchanged is still that casual smile.

"Yes, but now there are some people in China who say that the international column is outdated. I have also heard it said that the proletariat of the whole world can unite because they have nothing but chains.

But now, the former proletarians have their own houses and cars, so they can no longer unite. ”

"Hehe, that's a funny joke." Fat Zhu smiled.

"No, it's not funny at all." Old Chelov added.

"Forget it, we're not going to discuss that."

Zhu Fatzi helplessly spread his hands - the biggest difference between him and Chelov is that he is not as serious as Chelov, maybe this is the advantage that Chinese blood brings him?

"By the way, what do you think of Suslov's death? Was it really the special high class that killed him? Old Chelov asked again.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the fat man.