Being elected as a member of the Central Committee was one of the most exciting events in Manturo's life, having already entered the Central Committee of the CPSU, into the core of the Soviet party and political apparatus. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For such a big event, of course, you have to find a few friends to celebrate and share this joy.

Although Manturov is Siberian, this does not mean that he has no friends in Moscow.

He spent his university career in Moscow as a graduate of Bauman State Technical University. This university was one of the best performing universities in the whole Soviet Union in terms of engineering and technical universities, producing excellent engineering talents (although it was later surpassed by Novosibirsk State University). These talents made a lot of contributions to the building of the Soviets, and Manturov was one of them.

However, this leader of the Bauman University later founded the Novosibirsk State Technical University and the Novosibirsk State University, both of which suppressed the Baumann High Professor.

Since he studied in Moscow, he actually has many classmates and friends in Moscow, most of whom are engineers who participate in the construction of Moscow's cities, and some of them have entered party and government institutions to serve as cadres.

After the meeting, he went to find a few friends, two of whom were Komsomol cadres, and the rest were engineers, and planned to find a place to celebrate.

However, it was a Tuesday, the friends had to deal with work and couldn't play too late, and there was nothing to celebrate in Moscow at that time, so they all turned down Manturov and couldn't party.

As a result, Manturov could only celebrate alone, how to celebrate? Hunt!

After being taken to the hunting ground by Voroshilov last time, Manturov began to love hunting. The most enjoyable thing in his life was to shoot a stuffy bear.

In the afternoon, he came alone to the hunting ground where he had hunted with Voroshilov a dozen days earlier.

He, like last time, also picked an AVS-36 rifle and a TT pistol. As soon as he walked out of the "arsenal," he saw a familiar figure -- that is, Marshal Voroshilov, the People's Commissar of Defense who had deceived him last time.

"Young man, you're here too?" The man in front of Manturov said to him.

"Yes, Comrade Voroshilov. After 18 years of fun, I plan to come here to have some fun and relax. In a few days, the plenary session of the Central Committee will be held again. ”

Voroshilov carried the Mosin Nagant rifle, which had been preserved from the revolutionary period to the present, and smiled happily: "Very well, it is really the son of Fedor Šimonović, who just likes to fight." Since you're here, let's hunt together and go out to kill a few woolly bears and come back! ”

"Good!"

This time, there were only two people who went out hunting - Manturov and Voroshilov. One is a red marshal with rich combat experience but old age and weak strength, while the other is the secretary of the state party committee with no combat experience, young but not strong, but with amazing explosive power.

Such a combination is worse than last time, and the number of people is less than last time, but it does not mean that the results and luck are bad.

In addition to the two of them, several soldiers followed them. However, these soldiers were only responsible for carrying the prey, and if necessary, ensuring the personal safety of the marshal, they did not participate in the hunt.

They wandered in the forest for a long time, and Voroshilov shot down two deer and two wild boars, more than the total harvest of the last time.

Manturov started with only one boar and went unharvested for several hours, which is quite a feat for a man who has only one hunting experience. When he was about to return home, he suddenly made a new and surprising discovery.

It was already half past seven in the afternoon, the sun was ready to set, and it was time to go back, but Manturov was lying in ambush in a dense haystack and looking in the direction of 11 o'clock, which puzzled Voroshilov.

"Volodya, it's half past seven now, what are you still watching? Let's hurry back. "The old-eyed Voroshilov did not notice the presence of prey in front of him.

"Comrade Marshal, there are two bears in the direction of 11 o'clock ahead."

Voroshilov looked at it, saw nothing, and said, "Where are the bears?" Let's hurry back, the sun is going down. "The distance between the bear and them is only more than a hundred meters, which is not visible, is there something wrong with Voroshilov's eyes?

That's right, it's a bit of a problem, he's 58 years old, and his eyes are inevitably a little presbyopia.

"Father-in-law, can you use a telescope to see if there are bears, what are those two bears doing?"

Voroshilov picked up his old binoculars and forgot to look in the direction of 11 o'clock, only then did he see the presence of the woolly bear. The two furry bears, one lying on their stomachs below and the other riding on top, their bodies constantly trembling, made Voroshilov laugh.

"Comrade Marshal, do you see that?"

"See, they're talking."

"Do you want to do it?" Manturov was already aiming at the target, just waiting for Voroshilov's order.

"!"

Receiving the order of the First Marshal, Manturov immediately aimed at the head of the bear above, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger, "Bang! With a bang, he killed the bear.

Manturov's gun is semi-automatic, does not require manual shelling, and the first shot can be fired a second one. Before the she-bear could react, he pulled the trigger again, "Bang! With a thud, another one was killed. At this time, he already had three bear lives on his back.

Voroshilov was satisfied with Manturov's record, he smiled with satisfaction and praised: "Good! Good job! I didn't expect you to get started so quickly, with both speed and accuracy, it seems that you can go to the battlefield. ”

Manturov walked out of the haystack, patted the mud off his body, and said: "It's okay to kill a bear, but it's not okay to kill me." ”

Voroshilov smiled and patted the other on the shoulder, "My good son-in-law, I'm just joking." You'd better be your state party secretary in the rear. I hope that in my lifetime I will see you enter the Politburo and practice your ideals. ”

Voroshilov's words are to the point, Manturov really wanted to enter the Politburo, but in the presence of the first marshal, the current member of the Politburo, he did not dare to speak out about his ambitions at all. "Alas, I am now the secretary of the state party committee, and I am already very satisfied to be elected as a member of the Central Committee, and I never thought that I could enter the Politburo."

"Young people, look a little further and aim a little higher, so that you will improve."

"Don't worry, Comrade Marshal, my goal is actually quite simple, that is, to contribute to the socialist construction of the Soviets. I will do my best to contribute to the country, it doesn't matter what position or anything. "Manturov, who was full of retribution (ambition) and negative (heart), had to show a modest side in front of the first marshal.

Voroshilov also felt that he was talking too much, and hurriedly stopped this sensitive topic, "Very good. The sun is going down, let's go back. ”