"Comrade Beria, is there anything I need help with?" Manturov's heart suddenly tensed when he saw a man with garden-rimmed glasses and half of his hair down standing in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This man with round-rimmed glasses was none other than the NKVD of the USSR - Lavrenty Pavlovich Beria. At that time, Beria was at the height of his power, and as NKVD, he controlled the most powerful department in the country.

Anyone who hears of his fame will be deterred. The number of people he put to death, who he sent to the Gulag to suffer, was innumerable, and no one, except Stalin, dared to offend him.

Even an important member of the army and politics like Manturov must give him seven points of face, otherwise Beria will be unhappy and casually make a few charges against Manturov and fabricate a few evidence, which will ruin the reputation of a senior minister like Manturov and let him enter the Gulagry for the rest of his life.

"Nothing," Beria smiled slightly, "We are here to collect some evidence that Lev Zakharovich Mehris colluded with German spies to sabotage the construction of the army." ”

Seeing Beria's smile, Manturov felt a special chill. Beria's manipulation methods are endless, but Manturov never imagined that this time Beria was actually his former political ally -- Mehris, former director of the Political Department of the Red Army and deputy People's Commissar of Defense.

Judging by Beria's smile, it seemed that he would be happy to kill Mehris, an old friend. There is no way, power is like this, maybe for Beria, there are only interests between friends, there is no emotion, and even if there are feelings, it is piled up on the supremacy of interests. When this "friend" loses its usefulness, you can casually abandon him, frame him, and insult him.

"Okay, you can look for it." Manturov was actually happy when he heard that Beria was looking for evidence against Mehris, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and said: "After looking for it, please ask the comrades of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to write a list of the documents they want to take, and after I check it, you can take it back and investigate." ”

Seeing Manturov so cooperative, Beria had no dissatisfaction in his heart. "Thank you, Comrade General, for your cooperation, we, the comrades of the NKVD, will definitely write a detailed list of all the documents that we are going to take before leaving.

If there are documents that the Ministry of Defense is in a hurry to use and are not important evidence, we will not take them, so as not to affect the operation of the People's Commissariat of National Defense. ”

"Thank you, Comrade Beria, for your understanding." Manturov looked kind, but in his heart he not only did not like Beria, but also hated him a little. Of course, how could Manturov dare to express these emotions in front of Beria? He had no choice but to pretend to smile and say: "I hope we can cooperate more in the future and do our part for the party and the people." ”

"Definitely, definitely, we, the NKVD, are more than happy to cooperate with the NKVD. We all serve the same party and the same country, and we are all for the good of the country and the party, right? ”

"Of course."

Looking at Manturov's young face, Beria always felt that he had seen him somewhere, but for a moment he couldn't think clearly. "Comrade, where did we meet before?"

"We met before at Villa Kontsevo, and we sat at the same table and ate together." Manturov has always had a good memory, and of course he knows where he and Beria have met, but there is one place he doesn't want to mention, and that's the Dynamo Stadium.

"I remember this, I know, but before that, we seem to have met somewhere."

"By the way, I met you at the 18th Party Congress, as well as at the meeting of the Central Committee." Manturov's words are no different from nonsense, everyone is a member of the Party Central Committee, and of course they will meet on the occasion of these big meetings.

"No, other than these meetings, I seem to ...... At...... I've seen you on a pitch. As soon as he talked about the court, Beria immediately remembered the situation, "Yes! Last time I was at the Dynamo, I saw a guy who looked like you, and he sat behind Nikolai Starostin. ”

Now that Beria had said this, Manturov had to admit that the young man was him.

Of course, it's not impossible for him to insist on denying it, but Beria is the head of the intelligence department, how can this matter be hidden from him? "Comrade Beria, I remember, that day I accepted a friend's invitation to go and watch the football match of the First Division of the Soviet Union, Dynamo Moscow vs. Spartak Moscow."

Hearing Manturov's response, Beria thought to himself: "Sure enough, it's him!" How strange to me is that after a few words with him, Starostin changed the formation, it must have been his idea. ”

It's just that this is just Beria's own speculation, and as for whether the formation and tactics used by the Spartak football team were thought up by Manturov, Beria is still not sure. "Comrade Manturov, it seems that you are very interested in football."

"There's a little bit of interest, but what am I compared to you?" Manturov smiled modestly and said: "The affairs of the NKVD are always busy, but every time there is a Dynamo in Moscow, you will definitely find time to watch it, even if the venue is not in Moscow, in Tbilisi, Vladivostok and other places, you will fly over to see it."

I've only watched one game in the past few years, the one between Dynamo Moscow and Spartak Moscow. ”

Normally, a person who has only watched one game in a few years would not be interested in football, but Manturov got a lot of pleasure from video football games long before he crossed over, and became interested in football. He still understands the basics of football formations, tactics, and modern stars.

"And what do you think of the formation of Spartak Moscow last time?" Beria's purpose in saying this is not to understand Manturov's introduction to football tactics, but to test whether he is the one who is behind the scenes to give advice to Starostin.

"Speaking of that tactic, I am reminded of the current situation on the front line of the battlefield."

"The situation on the front lines of the battlefield?" Hearing this, Beria's face was full of doubts, he did not understand what the tactics used by Spartak Moscow that day had anything to do with the current situation on the front lines of the Great Patriotic War.

"If I'm not mistaken, Spartak Moscow used a 4-3-3 formation and counter-attacking tactics in the day's game. They focus defensively, doing their best to prevent the opposition from scoring and regain possession, while also looking for opportunities to counter-attack.

And we, the Soviet Red Army, are now exactly like that. We are on the defensive, doing our best to prevent the Germans from occupying more territory, to regain the initiative on the battlefield, and to look for opportunities to counterattack and regain territory from the fascists. ”

"You said it well!" Beria smiled with satisfaction, unexpectedly that between himself and this young man, there were also common interests and common topics. In Beria's view, as long as the relationship between the two is brought closer through these topics, it may be possible to bring Manturov, a young and promising cadre, closer to his own political group, and use it for him.

Of course, as a traverser, Manturov also knows what happens when he mixes with Beria. But now, Beria is still very powerful, and it is not a good thing to get closer to him, or even gain his trust.