"Comrade Chernenko, this is the key to the office. "In the office of the first secretary of the regional party committee, Manturov officially handed the key to the office to the newly elected first secretary of the regional party committee, Konstantin Ustinovich Chernenko.www.biquge.info

"Comrade Manturov, are you really leaving?"

Manturov laughed: "Is this still fake? I am already the first deputy people's commissar for construction, and I am no longer the first secretary of the Novosibirsk regional party committee. If I don't go to the People's Commissariat of Construction in Moscow, won't I become a jobless vagrant? ”

Chernenko seems unlikely to be able to take on a new position. "However, Vladimir Fedorovich, I don't think I'm up to the job of first secretary. I'm afraid...... will disappoint you. ”

"Konstantin," Manturov called Chernenko's name, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Two years ago, I thought the same thing. Suddenly promoted from the secretary of the state Communist Youth League committee to the first secretary of the state party committee, it was really a little uncomfortable, and I felt that the burden on my body was a bit heavy.

But as long as you give yourself confidence, follow the party's line, persist in being loyal to the party and the people, always think about the party and the people, and find ways to improve the people's lives and the image of the All-Union Communist Party, then you will be able to do a good job as the first secretary.

If you have any difficulties, feel free to contact me and I will give you appropriate advice as soon as possible. But my advice may not be good, and you will need to analyze it when you go. Of course, I trust your own abilities, trust your own judgment, and if you have any ideas, just do it without consulting me. ”

"Alright then, I'll do my best." Chernenko took over the keys from Manturov, which meant that he had become the first secretary of the party committee of the new Novosibirsk region.

After the simple handover ceremony was completed, Manturov quietly left the place where he had worked for two years through the back door. At this moment, his mood is complicated and contradictory.

He wanted to go to Moscow and take up a national job in order to get into the core of Soviet power. But the nostalgia for his "hometown" makes him a little reluctant to live in this place that he has lived for many years and worked hard to run.

But in any case, there is only one way in front of him - to Moscow!

"Volodya, what are you going to do with this car?" As soon as he opened the door and sat in the back seat of the Gas M1, Manturov heard Yakov's friendly, familiar voice.

Manturov wanted to buy the latest car in Moscow, but did not want to throw away the Gas-M1, which had accompanied him for two years and traveled all over Novosibirsk, so he made a decision: "Put it in my hometown." ”

"Your hometown? That is...... Where is that cabin in the suburbs? ”

Manturov's hometown is actually a small wooden house on the outskirts of Novosibirsk. That's where he lived as a child, and since his father was killed in battle in Tsaritsyn and his mother fled to Siberia, the mother and son have lived in this humble hut.

After the death of his mother, Manturov went to Moscow to attend university, and when he returned, he was assigned a decent high-class apartment, and never returned there.

It wasn't until he was about to say goodbye to Novosibirsk for a long time that he thought about the place where he had lived for many years.

"Yes, there it is."

"Yes, brother." Yakov stepped on the accelerator and the car began to move in the direction of the railway station.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yakov drove twice as slow as usual this time. Probably because I want to cherish the time I spend with my friends.

But no matter how slow he drives, the distance between the government building and the train station is only 2.6 kilometers. In just ten minutes, the car drove in front of the train station.

When the car stopped, Yakov said a kind word to Manturov before saying goodbye. "Vorodia, I wish you all the best in your work and a happy life in Moscow! We'll have a chance to say goodbye. ”

"Yasha, we'll see you again. By the time you're transferred to Moscow, we'll have plenty of opportunities to meet. ”

"Hopefully."

Manturov picked up his suitcase, opened the car door and officially said goodbye to his friends.

With a heavy suitcase, he walked into the train station, and after meeting Katya, he got on the train to Moscow.

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After a long 48-hour drive, the two again arrived in Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union. Unlike before, Manturov no longer came here as a student, a business trip, or a tourist, but as a settler, a new cadre, to his "new home".

"Volodya, something big seems to have happened today." Walking out of the gate of Moscow's Yaroslav railway station, Katya saw a crowd of people, gathered around reading newspapers.

"Katyusha, today is November 30, 1939."

Katia found clues from her memories of her past life. "November 30th? Was it the day of the outbreak of the Winter War? ”

"That's right." With a trouser pocket in one hand and a suitcase in the other, Manturov said: "It is estimated that the Soviet Red Army has launched an attack on the Finns, and Helsinki has also been bombed." This is what I heard back at noon today, when the train stopped at Gorky station. ”

"Wait, didn't you go to the toilet at the time? How did you get out of the car and gossip? ”

"Can't I go to the toilet first and then ask for news?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in a military uniform and a military cap came over, he was the driver of Marshal Voroshilov, Lieutenant Colonel Berezudsky.

"Katyusha, you have finally returned to Moscow. Do you know how much Comrade Marshal misses you? ”

Katya smiled and said, "Stepan, won't I just come back?" For some time to come, my dad will be able to see me every day. ”

"Yes, I should call you Comrade Secretary now. You became the second secretary of the Moscow Municipal Party Committee at a young age, so you must work hard and perform well. Don't let people look down on you! "Berezusky, who came out of the army, still spoke so bluntly.

"Comrade Berezudsky, don't be unharmed lately, right?" Manturov, who was standing behind Katya, said to Old Sky.

Seeing Manturov's figure, Berezudsky immediately stood up and gave Manturov a military salute neatly. "Report to Comrade Political Commissar of the 2nd Army, I, Lieutenant Colonel tank driver Stepan Berezudsky, are all right, Comrade Political Commissar, please rest assured!"

Manturov didn't know what to do, and in public, a veteran with the rank of lieutenant colonel actually saluted a young man in a suit and glasses, and called him "Comrade Political Commissar of the Second Army", which attracted the attention of many people.

"Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, how can I not feel at ease when I see you so vigorous?"

"Come with me, two of you." Berezudsky turned around and walked towards the parking lot with the two of them. "By the way, today Kerim (Voroshilov) invited Comrade Molotov and Comrade Kotin to dinner. I think you two should know what to do. ”

"Yes." Manturov and Katia said in unison.

"By the way, Comrade Manturov, Comrade Molotov and Comrade Kotin seem to have some thoughts about you, I hope you are mentally prepared and don't talk nonsense."