"Volodya," Soviet Prime Minister Molotov called Manturov by his nickname, "congratulations on becoming Deputy Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars (Deputy Prime Minister), I hope we have a happy future work, and I wish you an early completion of the tasks assigned to you by Comrade Stalin." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Comrade Molotov, I also wish you a happy birthday!" Manturov, who had just become deputy prime minister, still maintained an attitude of neither humility nor arrogance in front of others, "I am still young and have little qualifications, and I hope you can give more advice and bear with me in the future." As your deputy, I will do my best to complete the work you have entrusted me. ”

"Good!" Molotov smiled with satisfaction, "With you, how can I not work happily?" ”

Manturov could not afford such praise, but could not refuse the kindness of Comrade Prime Minister, so he said: "As long as the people live well, we will work happily." ”

"You're right." Molotov patted the young man on the shoulder, "We are all cadres of the people, and the interests of the people should be put first." And you are one of the best cadres I have ever met, and with you, the people's living standards will certainly be improved and the people's vital interests will certainly be best protected. ”

"This ...... I can't guarantee it, but I'll definitely do my best. ”

"Very well, you two can go in and sit down for a while."

At this time, Katya, who was beside Manturov, remembered to greet the owner of this villa, "Comrade Molotov, I also wish you a happy birthday!" ”

Molotov looked at the sexy, beautiful, young and promising woman beside Manturov, and smiled kindly: "I am really happy for Kerim (Voroshilov), I gave birth to a beautiful and capable daughter." ”

After two years of marriage, Katia also learned to be humble from Manturov, "What am I compared to Mrs. Ling?" ”

Walking into the hall, Katia immediately saw five high-ranking figures, namely Kaganovich, Mikoyan, Voznesensky, Vyshinsky, and Bulganin.

All five, like Manturov, were Deputy Prime Ministers of the Soviet Union. The few of them sat in a meeting room in the corner of the hall, their expressions serious but not serious, as if they were discussing some light-hearted political topic.

In addition to them, Marshal Voroshilov, the future chairman of the Supreme Soviet, the current Minister of Defense and member of the Politburo, and Kosygin, the future Prime Minister of the USSR, the current Minister of the Textile Industry, were also in the same dacha.

With so many high-ranking cadres, Katia has put a lot of pressure on her. If you accidentally say the wrong thing, I'm afraid you will offend one, or even multiple powerful people. This is not a good thing for herself, as well as for her husband around her.

Katya gently tugged at Manturov's sleeve, and with her dark pearl-like eyes, she looked at the gate leading to the garden, "Volodya, let's go for a walk in the garden." ”

Manturov glanced in the direction of the garden gate, then at Voroshilov, who was sitting in a corner with his back to the two, and asked his wife: "Aren't you going to say hello to your father, Marshal Voroshilov?" ”

"We'll talk about that later," Katia whispered, "I'm going to go out for a walk and get some fresh air." ”

Looking at the erratic beautiful eyes, the tender face as red as an apple, and the big breasts that were beating rapidly, I also felt my wife's feelings, "Okay, go out for a walk and breathe in the fresh air of the suburbs of Moscow." ”

Molotov's garden was so large that, in the words of Stalin's daughter Svetlana, it resembled a "grand mansion." Of course, compared to Peterhof, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Sitting on a bench in the corner of the garden, looking at the colorful flowers, Katya's heartbeat slowed down, and her face, which was as red as the sunset just now, has regained its original whiteness.

"Volodya, when did you become the deputy chairman of the People's Commissariat Committee?" Katia leaned on her husband's shoulder, feeling the sense of security that the deputy prime minister had brought.

"Just this morning, Stalin suddenly called me to the Kremlin. He presented me with the Gold Medal of the Sickle and Hammer, and then announced my appointment, which was a bit sudden. ”

"I really envy you, you became a deputy prime minister at a young age, it seems that the Soviet Union is saved." At the same time, Katia, who travels through the time, feels envious and excited about her husband's promotion.

"Although there are many shortcomings in the Soviet Union now, I am sure that under the leadership of Comrade Stalin, these problems will eventually be solved. And I, on the other hand, am nothing more than an assistant to Comrade Stalin. In another person, as long as he resolutely follows the line advocated by Comrade Stalin, our country will be incomparably stronger! ”

Obviously, what Manturov said was not sincere, although there were only the two of them nearby, this was not his home after all, and he had to be careful when he spoke, otherwise his identity as a traverser would be exposed.

Manturov did not dare to say what he thought about as a time-traveler from the 21st century, but instead used the usual tone of contemporary Bolsheviks to evaluate a country that would disintegrate in the future, even with a very realistic expression.

At the same time, Katya of the time-traveler at first thought that Manturov had become accustomed to the life of the privileged class, and gradually lost the will to fight for the people, and became a typical Stalinist bureaucrat. But soon, she saw a man in a lieutenant general's uniform appear in front of her, and then she understood what was happening, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Vorodia, this villa is so big! The environment is so nice! The house was filled with carpets, Caucasian gold and silver utensils and precious porcelain, and like a large manor, with a garden, a conservatory and stables! Katia lay in Manturov's arms, pretending to be casual.

"Yes! The carpets are of the finest quality, and many of the furniture is made of the finest African ebony. Manturov said sarcastically: "Comrade Molotov's contribution to the country and to the people is enormous, and he deserves such a life." ”

"Young man," said a man in a suit with a Caucasian face, as long as you work hard, sooner or later you will live like this. ”

Judging from his neat and dignified suit and slightly domineering aura, this Caucasian saw that he was not a small person, and he must be a member of the privileged class of the Soviet Union, but his position would definitely not be higher than his own.

Manturov stood up, like a young Komsomol member, and smiled respectfully at the high-ranking cadre in front of him. "Are you Comrade Ivan Tvosyyan (nв ah_ Фeдopoвnч_te vorh)?"

The Caucasian stretched out his sleeves, and the suit, imported from England and spun from the finest fabrics, did not have a trace of wrinkles. In comparison, Manturov's Soviet-made suit was a notch below in terms of fabric and textile technology.

"That's right, that's me." Tvosiyan looked at Manturov's simple dress and his youthful face, "Where did we meet?" ”

"I met you at the last 18th National Congress of the All-Union Communist Party."

? (To be continued.) )