August 31, 1970, 10 o'clock in the morning.

The Kremlin Auditorium, made of white Ural marble and glass, is bustling with activity. Applause and cheers continued to come from the crowd and echo through the vast auditorium.

On the broad rostrum, in the Third World Revolutionary War, the officers and soldiers with the title of "Hero of the Soviet Union" lined up, held their heads high, and stood tall in front of the huge bright red flag of the coalition forces.

I was the only female soldier, wearing a black leotard and black boots, standing in the middle of the line, to the left of Mosvenck.

I tilted my head slightly and glanced at Lomanov. At this moment he stood in front of Mosvink, who saluted Lomanov, who returned the salute, and the hall burst into thunderous applause.

Mosvenk excitedly hugged Lomanov and, with irrepressible excitement in his words, replied: "Thank you, Comrade Prime Minister. At the end of the day, it's all about your wise leadership......"

"Don't be modest. In the entire history of the communist world, your talent can be compared with Marshal Peng Yuyao back then! Romanov said, clasping Mosvenk's hand.

After the ceremony, everyone moved to the Georgiev Hall for a celebratory reception.

It was the first time I had seen such a lavish banquet: on either side of the oval hall, there were two long tables lined with sumptuous wines, so much that I could not even see them clearly.

The soldiers wore classical military dress and had their chests covered with glittering gold medals and ribbons. Civilians and celebrities wore high-end suits and talked with their peers. I also saw Arabs in robes, as well as Chinese in "green uniforms", as if they were the decoration of a banquet, especially conspicuous in the hall.

The women, like the men, are all dressed up seductively and charmingly. Thanks to the economic take-off in recent years, in this "developed socialist empire", women compete in front of men, compare jewelry and cosmetics with each other, and even compete with each other, which really gives me the illusion of being in the imperial Russian era.

In this case, I was still wearing a military uniform, and I looked like an outlier.

But I'm not the kind of person who looks out of place at a big banquet. In fact, I'm spying on someone, looking for an opportunity.

Damn Lomanov...... He wasted a talent like me to do that kind of thing!

I walked through a wall of men trying to strike up a conversation and women babbling about the military uniform I was wearing. But when I found my target, I found that someone had already made the first move.

Field Marshal Egger Ian, chairman of the "German Neo-Spartacus League", came to Mosvenck with a bewitching girl in his arms.

"Comrade Marshal!" Mosvenk, who was in a daze in the corner of the banquet, hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Don't be so restrained." Eger smiled and said to Mosvenk, "Comrade Mosvenk, this is my daughter, Sarah. ”

Sara was probably about twenty-two or three years old. Tall and wearing heavy makeup, he wore a silver-white evening gown, from the chest to the top of his head, covered with intricate platinum and gemstone ornaments. Reflecting the smooth and bright snow-white skin, coupled with the golden wavy waist-length hair, it is even more radiant.

"Hello, Comrade Mosvenk." Sara said, smiling at Mosvenk, even I, a woman, were almost fascinated.

"Hello." Mosvenk, who has always been calm, was a little overwhelmed at this time.

Eger smiled with satisfaction, he raised his glass and said to Mosvenk: "Cheers, Comrade Mosvenk!" For communism! ”

Seeing Eger approaching Mosvenk, I began to act: strode over to Mosvenk.

"Hello, Uncle Eger. Oh, and Comrade Sarah! I haven't seen you for a few years, and you're getting more and more beautiful! I complimented with a smile on my face.

"Hello, Comrade Sophia." Sara lifted the hem of her evening dress with both hands, leaned forward slightly, bowed slightly, and performed a court ceremony that I hated, but was also familiar with.

"It's you." Mosvenck looked at me with a little more surprise in his eyes. I don't know what surprised him, but I knew Marshal Eger, and he was still a woman at a banquet, still wearing a military uniform.

"Do you know Marshal Eger?" There was a wave in Mosvenck's eyes.

"Of course," I looked up with a smile and looked Marshal Eger in the eye, "speaking of which, we are two...... It's supposed to be a world friend......"

"You can see, your mother and daughter are simply printed out of the same mold." Whether intentionally or not, Eger touched my heart. I clenched my fists so I didn't have a seizure.

"Then again," Eger changed the subject, "how did you know Mosvenk?" ”

"Uncle Eger's memory is not very good. We are comrades in the trenches, and I was the main contributor to this raid on the Pentagon. ”

As I spoke, I deliberately emphasized the phrase "a trench".

"Yes. Comrade Sophia is the new political commissar of our troops, and Comrade Sophia has also made great contributions to the fact that this raid on the Pentagon went so smoothly. Mosvenck told the truth.

I really didn't expect that Mosvenk was as simple as a blank sheet of paper. He didn't realize that a "world war" was breaking out on him.

It's just that until now, I don't quite understand it...... Why Marshal Eger...... Would he be so concerned about a major who had just achieved a small achievement, even at the expense of his own daughter?

It may be estimated that I still have reserves that have not been put into battle. As a result, this comrade marshal, who had shown his skills in China and was "born as a liberation fighter," immediately launched a powerful assault from the flank.

She chuckled and said, "I have good news to reveal to you - at my suggestion," he paused deliberately and cleared his throat, "Comrade Mosvenk will be promoted to colonel and sent to the more important Southern Front. ”

What a shameless old fox. But I still smiled: "Sure enough, it's good news." ”

I can understand Marshal Eger's mood at this time. For the sake of their children, parents can do everything, not to mention their own fate.

Though...... Children don't necessarily need ......

Mosvenck still looked confused, but he thanked Eger gratefully.

"It's your chance." Marshal Eger's face was triumphant.

Seeing that the goal had been accomplished, Eger waved at us: "Have fun. ”

But as he was leaving, and just a few steps had been taken, the damned German turned around and threw another bombshell on Sarah: "Comrade Colonel! Please take care of my daughter. ”

His words overshadowed the noisy hall and were heard by almost everyone. Everyone's eyes swept towards our position.

Even the Prime Minister in the distance looked embarrassed, but he still gestured to me with his eyes.

The most embarrassing people were actually the three of us. Sara and I blushed in shame as everyone watched, let alone Mosvenk.

Fortunately, the rescue came, and I saw my old classmate far-sighted. He was surrounded by many women, and I immediately glanced at him.

Seeing this, he smiled a little, then put down his glass and walked towards us.

"Now, the heart is beginning to wake up. In front of me, it reappeared. You are like a short-lived phantom, like a fairy of pure beauty," Gao Zhiyuan, in fluent Russian, chanted Pushkin's poem, and stretched his hand to Sa, "In this moment of excitement, let us fly on the wings of song!" ”

If you don't know the inside story, no one would have thought that there would be such an elegant graduate in the military academy that usually seems to produce only lumps of wood.

Thank God. Sara only hesitated slightly, then smiled at me and Mosvenck and said softly, "I'm sorry to miss us." He stretched out his right hand to Gao Zhanyuan.

I took Mosvenck's hand, smiled as charmingly as I could, and said to Mosvenck, "Can you ask me to do a dance?" ”

"But......" Mosvenck replied honestly, scratching his head, "I can't dance......"

"It's all right," I said, "I'll teach you." ”

If it weren't for that feeling of being watched for no reason, today would be a happy day.