Stalin had two sons.

The eldest son, Yakov, who had already been captured and had already de facto defected to the Soviets, was so angry with this eldest son that Stalin decided to break off the father-son relationship.

And the second son, Vasily Josevich Dzhugashvili (Stalin), was born in the Kremlin on March 21, 1921.

Compared to his eldest brother's lonely childhood, he was still well treated, at least he grew up next to his parents.

However, Stalin, as the head of state, did not have time to educate his son at all, "I must care about 150 million citizens", just like that, a cold father, there is not much paternal love, even if Stalin has a very kind attitude towards Valisi, he does not have much time to accompany him, and the task of educating the child falls on Vasily's mother alone.

Therefore, Vasily was extremely emotionally dependent on his mother, but when Varisi was 12 years old, his mother Nadezhda committed suicide.

Later, as he grew up, after graduating from the ninth grade, he stepped through the gates of the Kacha Military Flight School. In 1938, he was a cadet, in 1939, he was a junior pilot, and in 1940 he was a cadet at the Command Department of the Zhukovsky Air Force Engineering Academy, where he continued his studies.

And after the war was in full swing, Varysi was already in service with the Moscow Air Force Command.

Like his eldest brother, Varisi did not like to stay in the rear, he was a self-motivated and courageous man, especially with his excellent flying skills, however, Stalin did not want his son to go to the front.

Therefore, Varisi has been staying in the Moscow Military District, after all, this is considered the rear, until recently, Moscow has been the front line, Varisi is in high spirits, and finally has the opportunity to fight with the German fighters, defend the Soviets, and defend the capital Moscow.

And at this time, he was also appointed commander of the 32nd Guards Fighter Aviation Regiment.

Their sortie was under the direct jurisdiction of the Supreme Command in Moscow, and their most important task was to intercept the Germans' high-altitude bombers, and this aviation regiment was equipped with all P-39 high-altitude models.

The original P-39 was only a low-altitude fighter, and after more than six thousand meters, it had almost no ability, but what the Soviets needed most now was high-altitude combat, so the United States was not ambiguous, and after the Soviet Union put forward requirements for them, it was modified and the engine was modified with a two-stage supercharger, which could make this fighter jump into the sky of more than 12,000 meters.

At the same time, when other units had to use alcohol fuel, they still had access to valuable high-grade aviation fuel, all of which everyone knew, of course, because of Warisi.

They worked hard and waited for tomorrow's battle, but they didn't expect that at this moment, an unexpected thing happened.

Eastern outskirts of Moscow, village of Shemkingorushko.

The field outside the village has been flattened by mills, and a runway has been pressed out, and under the shade of the trees on one side, there are fighter planes.

After all, the Germans will come here at any time, and they must hide their fighters, so as not to make the mistake that happened in Petersburg, and the Germans will destroy all the fighters by their missiles, and then all the sky will be ceded to the Germans.

Scattering the deployment base, while doing a good job of concealment, is a lesson in blood.

"Be serious, tomorrow we are going to have the most important battle, no one can be lazy, take good care of our fighters." Varysi shouted loudly as he walked.

Although he is the commander of the flight regiment, but Varisi does not have any shelf, and mingles with his subordinates, just a few months ago, Varisi was seriously reported by his superiors because he used a rocket to blow up a fish, which killed one of his own people, and he took all the responsibility off his shoulders.

In fact, it was also his responsibility, his subordinates said that they wanted to use grenades to blow up the fish, but he was not happy with it, and he wanted to use rockets, and as a result, the fish blew up a truckload, and he also hung one.

As he walked past a plane, he saw a pilot next to the plane, arguing with several ground staff.

"Fill up my plane." The pilot shouted.

"No, according to the regulations, we can't fill it up now, and after a night, there will be condensation in the fuel, which will be mixed into the gasoline, and there may be mechanical failure." Ground staff said.

"I'm going to fill up the gas, corporal, carry out my orders!"

"What's the matter, Leonid?" Varysi walked over and said to the pilot.

This pilot and Varisi are old acquaintances, and they used to play together when they were young.

Khrushchev's son, Leonid, the same second generation official, but since he was a child, he has been inferior, in the past, when Khrushchev was still the first secretary of Ukraine, Leonid used to mix with bandits, and according to the law, he should be shot, but under the protection of Khrushchev, there was no.

Now after the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War, Leonid actually got the hang of it, volunteered to join the Air Force, and wanted to make meritorious contributions, so he was also incorporated into the 32nd Regiment and became a subordinate of Valisi.

"Commander Varysi, although the Germans claim that they will only fly over tomorrow, the Germans are too cunning and have launched an air attack on our Ural Mountain area today, so, I speculate, maybe they will fly over today and attack our base." "So I want to fill up my plane so that I can take off as soon as there is a situation," Leonid said. I'm the pilot on duty today, and if I refuel temporarily, it's too slow. ”

Hearing Leonid's words, Varisi nodded: "Yes, there is indeed such a possibility, fill up Leonid's oil." ”

Hearing Varisi say this, Leonid's eyes flashed with an unpredictable light, and then, Varisi spoke again: "Fill up my plane with fuel." ”

Although Varysi was the commander of the flight regiment, he was not ready to lead the entire flight regiment into battle, as a young man who had just turned twenty, he also had a kind of heroism, and he was more willing to rush up and kill the German fighters than command the entire flight regiment, especially the most advanced F190 fighters of the Germans.

The fuel truck quickly refueled, Leonid saw that Varisi had already walked away, gritted his teeth, and stepped on his plane: "Give me the power supply car, I want to start the engine to check if it is normal." ”

In the process of maintenance, it is also common for the aircraft to start occasionally.