"Katyusha, have you ever wanted to go back to the 21st century?"

Manturov looked affectionately into Katia's eyes, and the two of them looked at each other, and both of them, with knives and forks in their hands, "dismembered Mikoyan's body." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Katya's eyes are dark brown and a bit large. These are not ordinary eyes, but the beautiful eyes of the poet - long eyelashes, milky white whites, mysterious black pupils, how fascinating.

"Volodya, have you thought about it?" Katya asked in a soft tone with a winkling of charming eyes.

"I asked you first, and you answered first."

"You first!"

Manturov did not want to waste his precious time, so he replied first: "When I was a child, I thought about it. When I was 4 years old, my father joined the Red Army and fought in the Civil War, where he died.

Later, my mother brought me to Novosibirsk and worked hard to raise me. At that time, the economy of the Soviet Union was not good, the materials were poor, our life was very hard, the living conditions were very poor, and on several occasions we almost starved to death. I would love to go back to the modern era of abundant materials, to return to the republic of the 21st century, and to live a well-fed, carefree life. ”

"And then? How did you become a secretary? Why did you change your mind and want to stay in the USSR? ”

Manturov put down his glasses and continued: "Later, I was admitted to Bauman State Technical University and at the same time worked in the Komsomol organization of the university. After graduating from university at the age of 19, after returning to Siberia, he joined the state committee of the Communist Youth League.

Soon, he was elected as the first secretary of the state committee of the Communist Youth League. Since then, I have been hopeful about my future, and I hope to do my part to change the Soviet Union, to save the Soviet Union, and to help this great, united country escape the historical fate of its disintegration. ”

Katia felt a little ridiculous about her boyfriend's target. "How to change the USSR? You are neither a member of the Politburo nor a member of the Party Central Committee. Do you have what it takes to change history? ”

"Yes, I'm not right now, but that doesn't mean I won't be in the future."

Katya twitched the corners of her mouth coldly and said, "Vorodya, haven't you always been humble and pragmatic? How did you become so ambitious and unrealistic? ”

Manturov pushed the frame of his glasses again and said calmly: "If you don't have a dream, what's the difference between being a man and a salted fish?" I know that the position of Politburo member is difficult to get into, but there are still some chances.

Don't forget, I'm now the first secretary of the state party committee, and I'm currently at the same level as Suslov. (Historically) someone can become a member of the Politburo and Secretary of the Central Committee of the CPSU, why can't I? ”

"Suslov? What state is he from? ”

"He is now the second secretary of the Rostov regional party committee. In another year, according to the history I know, he should be appointed first secretary of the party committee of the Stavropol Territory for a term of five years. And I, who am already the first secretary of the Novosibirsk Regional Party Committee, will enter the Party Central Committee if I am promoted again. ”

Katia carefully analyzed Manturov's words, and felt that they made sense. She nodded and said, "Yes, your current position is not low, you are young, and your future is limitless." But you know, the situation above is not very stable right now, and Stalin is still engaged in the Great Purge. If you don't do it well, you will not only be dismissed, but you will even go to see Marx in advance. ”

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. As long as you stay away from the political struggle, as your father or Comrade Mikoyan did, you should be fine. At present, I want to do my best to do my job well and strive to be elected a member of the Central Committee of the CPSU in the ****** a year from now. ”

"Hopefully, come on."

Manturov blinked ambiguously and said, "My dear, it's been a long time since I've heard you say such encouraging words. ”

Katia looked at each other with ecstatic eyes, "Really? Then I'll talk a little bit more about it later. Then she suddenly remembered something that she had almost forgotten. Seriously, when are we going to register to get married? Will it work tomorrow? ”

"Sign up early tomorrow morning, the sooner the better. I'm still waiting to live with you, to sleep with you. You know, in the current social climate that advocates married life and asceticism, only married people can live together, and those who live together/snap without marriage will be scolded as dogs. ”

"Alright then, we're going to register tomorrow anyway, so let's try cohabitation first. After eating, I went back to the apartment to pack my bags and move into your big apartment. Needless to say, you definitely live at 16 Red Avenue. ”

Manturov nodded and said, "That's right, that's it." My apartment was big enough, with two bedrooms and a large balcony. There is nothing lacking there, except for a female resident. ”

"Two rooms? That's great! In this way, you have one room and I have one room, so that all the space can be used up. ”

Manturov smiled lightly: "That's right, there are two rooms, but one of them is a study, and there is only one bedroom. If you move in, you'll have to sleep with me. Unless you want to sleep underground. ”

"Then I'm not coming."

"No...... Katyusha, in fact, there is also a small bed in the study. ”

In this way, the two exchanged eyes with ambiguous eyes, but from time to time they would flirt with each other and constantly flirt. As a result, a meal that could have been eaten in half an hour was dragged out by them to two hours.

After dinner, the fiancé left the hotel hand in hand. Just as he was about to get into the car, a male voice came from behind: "Comrade Voroshilova, is that you?" ”

Katia turned around and saw a familiar figure, it was his countryman Peter. Before the revolution, he was an ordinary worker, like Voroshilov, but now he has become a high-ranking officer in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. "Peter, you're coming to Novosibirsk too?"

The man, Peter, was not tall and a little chubby. He was dressed in a yellow and green uniform, with a blue hat on his head, and at first glance he knew that he was from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Comrade Voroshilova, it's a pleasure to meet you. I have something very important to tell you. ”

"Oh, is it? What's the matter? ”

Peter glanced at Manturov, and then said to Katia in a characteristic accent: "Katia, who is this?" ”

"This is my fiancé, the first secretary of the Novosibirsk Regional Party Committee, Comrade Verradimo Manturov."

Peter enthusiastically stretched out his right hand, smiled rudely, and said, "That's right, I want to say the same thing to you." ”

Peter is not speaking the orthodox standard Russian language of Novosibirsk, but a peculiar, not very nice dialect of Donbass.

This dialect, mixed with Russian, Ukrainian vernacular and Don Cossack dialect, came out of the mouth of the rough man in front of him, and it looked particularly earthy.

Manturov warmly shook Peter's rough, reddish right hand and said, "Comrade, it's a pleasure to meet you. Judging by you, I think you should be a Donbass. ”

Peter smiled warmly and roughly, "Hehe, that's what almost everyone asks when they see me for the first time. No way, I'm from Donbass, I grew up in Voroshilovgrad (now Luhansk) and speak with a strong Donbass accent.

Strangely, Katia Krimena is obviously my fellow countryman, but she has spoken a central Moscow accent since she was a child. ”

Of course, Manturov knew the reason, but in order to avoid revealing the identity of the traverser, he still pretended not to understand. "Really? When I first met her, I thought she was from Moscow. When I knew that her father was a red marshal, I learned that it was a Donbass. ”

"Okay, let's get down to business. On behalf of the NKVD, I have come to investigate the life of Comrade Anna Romanova. ”