I have never seen a decadent Lomanov. At any time, regardless of his age of seventy or seventeen, in public or in private, I have the impression that Lomanov ...... There's never a time when you're not excited.

Even in those classified tapes, his expression and language were extremely excited.

There are, of course, exceptions. The only exception was on the night of Lomanov's assassination, and I saw this passage in his mind.

Yes. That is, the day of the restoration of the Soviet Union. When Lomanov was preparing to give a speech to the people of Red Square on the Kremlin wall.

I still remember that speech as an oath of allegiance to the capitalist world; But later, in action, Lomanov became a "traitor to the free world", leading a new coalition to successfully take revenge on the allies.

But what really stood out to me was ......

On the screen, Lomanov is nestled in the leather sofa, looking a little tired.

Yes, he should be tired.

This is just the formation of the team of the prime minister of the Soviet Union. The head of the Kremlin Affairs Department, the deputy prime minister, the Soviet National Security Adviser, the Soviet Military Commission and the Finance Commission, etc., at this moment, they all need this "red tsar" to sign the long list.

Such a strong sense of mission would make him feel extremely heavy if it fell on anyone's shoulders. It's even a little breathless.

"If I had time, I'd have bound you into a long clipping with my own hands, and hung all this damn incessant invective in every corner of the press room and press reception room, so that the snobs could see how stupid they were when they came to me!"

Having said that, at this moment, Lomanov's expression was not a look of euphoria or a complete expression of his contempt. He's just ...... Ironic ......

I've never seen Lomanov like this.

On his desk were a bunch of newspapers from different countries, several of which were interesting in Russian.

The bottom one reads "The ignorant scum of Soviet Russia is moving step by step towards his demise."

The higher the newspaper, the closer it is to be published.

They are, in order: "The dirty pink clown and his terrorist friends will soon lose Tsaritsyn"; Later it became "Lomanov already has the strong support of Mr. Dugan"; Later, it turned out to be "the nomination of the majority of the Occupation Office of the Headquarters of the Allied Occupation Forces".

The most interesting thing is actually the top report (today's report). The same newspaper and editor, now it is written: His Excellency Prime Minister Lomanov, the great Prime Minister Lomanov, the natural enemy of the Red Terrorists, will be sworn in in the Kremlin today, having reached a mutually satisfactory consensus with the remnants of Soviet Russia.

However, when the dust settled, it was no longer important for Lomanov.

A few more moments...... He'll leave here and devote himself to a job that will shock the world.

Outside the door...... It will be a new battlefield.

He will lurk at the very top of the battle line.

I noticed a detail: after wiping his palms, Lomanov dropped a napkin from his seat, but it was dry on the tissue.

The sweat in the palms of my hands has been dried.

Lomanov gently closed his eyes.

Then the door was slammed open, a little suddenly.

Leather shoes - no, that's the sound of riding boots!

The sound of riding boots on the floor was all too familiar. Lomanov opened his eyes slightly, and before the other party could speak, he blurted out the other party's name: "Marshal Viladimore?"

Every time I get here, I press the pause button in astonishment and look carefully at my adoptive father, who was twenty-five years old, and looks radiant.

The adoptive father standing in front of Lomanov is already old and prosperous at this moment. He shook his head lightly and said in a rough voice: "I have just joined the military council of the new Soviet Union, and I have not yet been awarded the rank, so please call me Mr. Viladimore." Mr. Lomanov, I said goodbye to Moscow, but I didn't expect that now you are about to become the 'founding leader' of this new country. ”

Lomanov clapped his hands and laughed.

But in the next second, Lomanov's smile quickly froze on his face. Because the other party leaned down and slowly spit out the joint code.

"The whole sky seemed to be burning."

Lomanov frowned, a slightly surprised expression, but it was only fleeting. He picked up the next sentence fluently.

"yes...... The storm is coming. ”

Villadimo immediately changed his name and gave Lomanov a Soviet-style military salute:

"Hello. On behalf of the Enemy Working Committee of the 'Fifth International', I would like to pay tribute to the great leader of the Russian Resistance Army, Comrade 'Ice Bear'! ”

(If I'm not mistaken...... Soviet-style military salute, in the USSR at that time, it had not appeared in the Kremlin for more than twenty years)

Comrade Lomanov stretched out his hands and tightly held Villadimore's hand. "All the surveillance equipment in this room has been removed and we can talk freely," he told Viladimore. ”

"Freedom?" Villadimo shook his head with a wry smile, but there was a can't help but excitement in his voice, "We will never be free until victory comes." But anyway, thank you for your hard work, Comrade 'Bear'. On behalf of the entire coalition camp, on behalf of the slave class all over the world, I thank you for all you have done. ”

Later, the Moscow studios made this passage into a revolutionary film. This is the most exciting part of the entire revolutionary propaganda film.

"When you contacted me ten years ago, I really didn't expect ......," Villademo's voice revealed uncontrollable excitement, "our supporters all over the world...... did not die out with the defeat of the last war......"

"What didn't make me even more aware of it," said Lomanov, nodding his head, "was the one who led us and helped us to build the Fourth International out of the ruins, still radiating red to the whole world...... Marshal Nadia. ”

"yes...... Perhaps, this is how she atoned for her sins......" Villadimo replied.

"Seriously, the capitalist world is a place of luxury," Villademo quipped with a smile on his face, "You see, in the years of playing the role of a political speculator and real estate tycoon, Dugan's champagne has raised you to a fat head." ”

"If not for the sake of Comrade Stalin's red flag, lead the people of the Motherland forward......" Lomanov's fist, clenched very tightly, "maybe...... I had already fled to Switzerland. ”

It's ridiculous...... Didn't anyone think carefully that Lomanov, the homeland of this "Tsarist descendant", the "Independent State of Croatia", once had a name, called Yugoslavia?

Of course, Yugoslavia no longer exists, and Comrade Tito has died. General Hassan, the scum of Serbia, was bragging all day long about the arrest of Marshal Slavik......

But they forgot that in the pseudo-tribunal of the Allies, Marshal Slavik spat out the most exciting quotes of the Third World to traitors.

"Remember, whenever there is oppression, there will be a democratic coalition!"

"Many of our comrades are no longer with us," Lomanov sighed, "and the 'Black Cat' comrades deployed in Germany hope to withstand the pressure and divide the Allied countries in Europe." Over the years, I have done it myself to support Dugan, a stupid visionary, and I have fabricated the Kaveli scandal, and the traitors have no way to return to heaven. Comrade Villadimore, but the great cause of destroying the capitalist era has only just begun. ”

In the battles with Wall Street, with Capitol Hill, they won. Victory is quiet.

Villadimo took a deep breath: "Don't worry. In order to cover your identity, I will pick up the 'crime' of killing Comrade Morchakov. ”

Finally, Villadimo patted Lomanov on the shoulder: "That's all for the old days." The Allies are keeping an eye on me, it's time for me to go. Remember, the road ahead of us is only victory, and death. ”

"Death does not belong to Marxism-Leninism." Lomanov replied, "You...... Take care. ”

Maybe I'm wrong. But when he looked at the strong and burly back that disappeared at the door, the corners of Lomanov's eyes were filled with tears.

After Villadimo left, Lomanov seemed to be a different person. He regained his hypocritical smirk, brushed his feet, tidied up his messy white suit, and turned to go out.

From the balcony facing Red Square, facing the Soviet people and the mouthpiece of imperialism, I stood with Lomanov on this podium belonging to the Soviet leader, facing the world.

Despite the noise...... But I can still faintly hear that the comrades hidden in the masses are making exciting calls at this moment.

I even clearly found that although it was not prominently shown in the videotape, the figure behind the curtain could not deceive people.

That man...... I was also surprised at the moment.

Lomanov smiled, breezy and approachable, even somewhat ...... Clear conscience.

Not only him, but the spotlight also made me a little blind, and the tidal wave of cries flooded my eardrums, but it did not prevent me from listening to his heart.

Comrade Stalin, I'm back......

In the name of invincible Marxism, from here, from today, I will surpass you!