Manturov, accompanied by the director of the plant, the secretary of the party committee of the plant, and his personal secretary, walked out of the gates of the Stalin Automobile Plant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He always had a mysterious smile on his face, he was sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes cold, sometimes easy-going, sometimes serious, and no one could figure out his thoughts, and no one knew what this high-ranking Soviet official really thought.

On the surface, he was quite satisfied with the work of the Stalin Automobile Plant, and also publicly praised the work of the employees of the plant, as well as the progress of the third phase of the expansion of the plant.

The accompanying Pravda reporter memorized Manturov's remarks in full, and the essence of them would be published in the next day's paper, so that the people of the whole country would know about the "excellent performance" of the employees of the automobile factory, and perhaps even portray them as "labor heroes."

However, the treatment of these "labor heroes" is not as good as people think, most of them are still not allocated decent housing, their meager wages do not exchange them for sufficient supplies, they do not even have a new set of clothes at home, and their usual meals are bread, potatoes, vegetable soup, and sometimes some canned food.

In the war years, it was actually good to be able to live such a life, they had three food and clothing, a stable shelter, and plenty of clothing. No one complains about the government because they don't live well, no one complains about the factory because they don't eat well, they only complain about the Germans invading their homeland, and they complain that lazy colleagues don't do their part to contribute to the country.

Such an idea was the mainstream consciousness of the Soviet workers, and it was the driving force for people to concentrate on production and contribute to the country. The workers in the rear, like the soldiers on the front, were fighting for the country - the battlefield of the Red Army soldiers was called the "war front", and the battlefield of the workers was called the "Labor Front".

"Who are you looking for, comrade?" Konstantin saw a man in a suit walking at a rapid pace in the direction of his leader, who looked like both an expert and an official.

"He's looking for me." A short sentence came out of Manturov's mouth, which, although short, did not lose the domineering that a leader should have.

Likhachev, the director of the automobile plant, looked at the "uninvited guest" in a suit and asked in a neutral tone: "May I ask who this comrade is?" ”

"Vadyk Nikolayevich Shennikov, an outstanding architectural engineer who participated in the construction of the Palace of Soviets, is a role model for young people." Manturov spoke so amazingly that he actually spoke so highly of an engineer in front of several officials!

After hearing Vadick's name, Konstantin realized that this young man in a suit was the same person who had just accompanied his leaders to inspect the construction site of the Palace of Soviets, and it seemed that his performance was not ordinary.

Wait! What did this engineer who had a role in building the Palace of Soviets do? How did he leave the construction site of the Palace of Sovets and come to the Stalin Automobile Plant? How did he get to grips with the whereabouts of his leaders?

"Vadic, let's go." Manturov took a few steps, then turned his head and said to his assistant (secretary): "You can get off work now, go back to your family." ”

In full view of everyone, Vadick followed Manturov into a ZIS-101B limousine.

The car drove out of the ZIS (short for Stalin Automobile Plant) factory and galloped away on the spacious six-lane road. In those days when cars were still considered luxury, there was no need to make the streets so wide.

In the car, Vadick still did not dare to tell Manturov the secret he had kept in his heart, because in addition to the two of them, there was also a driver in military uniform.

He didn't know where the driver came from, and he didn't know if he could trust it, he only knew that the secret could not be discovered by a third party, otherwise he might be arrested, sent to a remote Gulagri, where he would suffer with the "enemies of the people", or even be shot.

"Turn right ahead and walk another 100 meters." Vadick directed to the driver.

The car soon stopped in front of a new apartment building, and two men in suits stepped out of the car and walked into the prefabricated apartment building, which had been completed for less than half a year.

Led by Vadick, Manturov walked into an apartment suite of 80 square meters.

"This is your home? Looks pretty good. Manturov's tone changed abruptly, and his identity changed from that cold bureaucrat to a familiar and warm friend.

"Compared to your luxury villa, what does this place count like?"

"Villa?" Manturov smiled and said: "When did I have a villa?" When I used to be the first secretary of the Novosibirsk region, I lived in an apartment that was even smaller than yours, with an area of only 79 square meters.

And the luxury apartment that my subordinate at that time, remembered in the first book of the Tomsk Municipal Party Committee, was several times larger than my one, and also owned 3 villas! Later, it was revealed that he used his power to frame several outstanding cadres, and he was eventually purged by me. ”

"And where do you live now?"

"Now I live in a three-bedroom apartment on Gorky Street, which is twice the size of yours. Actually, I didn't need it that big, but the location was so good that I chose it for the convenience of going to work. ”

"You still like to keep a low profile in your life as you always have. But in politics, no one can ignore your presence. ”

Manturov sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "By the way, do you have anything to ask me for help?" Now it's just you and me here, can we finally talk? ”

"That's the ......" Wadick took ten minutes to tell the story of the matter.

Although Manturov listened attentively, after listening to it, he actually replied like this: "You can write an anonymous letter to the Central Supervision Commission. ”

"Anonymous letter? What's the use of that? At this moment, Vadick felt very disappointed in his heart, couldn't even a big man like Manturov help him? If writing an anonymous letter had helped, the problem would have been solved long ago!

"Why is it useless? That comrade, no! The actions of the bureaucrats have already violated Party discipline, and the Central Supervision Commission, as the Party's discipline inspection department, will certainly investigate this. If this is the case, measures will certainly be taken to expel the bureaucrat from the party and from public office. Manturov said in a bureaucratic tone.

Vadick was simply speechless, what was the difference between such a reply and rejecting him? That's right, the Central Supervision Commission will indeed investigate some bureaucrats suspected of violating discipline, and it also has the power to dismiss bureaucrats from their posts and expel others from the party.

But the problem is that the bureaucrats under investigation often use their power and connections to influence the investigation and make the investigation of the Central Supervision Commission develop in their favor, and in the end these bureaucrats often get away with it, and ordinary citizens simply cannot shake the status of the bureaucrats by writing a report letter, unless the reported bureaucrats offend higher-level cadres.