"Ding Dong!" The loud doorbell woke Manturov from his sleep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He'd just slept enough for an hour and was completely rejuvenated from his sleep.

It is true that the ten-hour flight is tiring, but Manturov has not slept to the point where he cannot wake up. Moreover, the plane he took off in the morning of the same day, and he had enough sleep the night before, so he slept one less nap.

By the time the doorbell rang, Manturov already knew what was happening. He quickly bounced out of bed, simply, in a matter of seconds, straightened the sheets, and walked out of the hall to meet Marshal Voroshilov.

"Ding Dong!" The second doorbell rang, and Voroshilov seemed to be waiting impatiently.

Katya, dressed in an apron and a headscarf, hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, but immediately saw the "live" Manturov answering the door, so she ran back to the kitchen and continued to fry Manturov's favorite steak.

"Volodya, back from Siberia? How does it feel? The cadres over there didn't disappoint you. As soon as the door opened, Voroshilov went to Manturov, who had just returned from Novosibirsk.

"It feels good, not disappointed at all." Manturov held the door with one hand and reached inside with the other, motioning for the guest to come in, "Please." ”

Voroshilov brought three men, his wife Catherine, and his goddaughter Tatiana Frunze, and of course the old driver who drove him, Stepan Berezusky.

The marshal's wife, Catherine, was nothing special, as soon as she entered the house, she visited everywhere, seemed to be very interested in everything in the house, and seemed to be very concerned about her daughter's current life.

In addition to this, she was also attracted by the night view of Tverskaya Street outside the window.

In that apartment building, and even in the whole street, Manturov's apartment is arguably the best one with the view.

Standing in front of the window and looking southeast, you can see not only the Moscow City Hall across the road, but also the row of Stalinist buildings next door, the entire Tver Square, and the most prosperous section of Tverskaya Street, which is also the closest to Red Square.

Looking into the distance, you can also see a minaret of the Kremlin, and the red star attached to the top of the tower is shining, shining on the heart of every red cadre.

Berezousky, too, as usual, followed Voroshilov closely, like his assistant, his adjutant, nothing special, but Tatiana behaved a little strangely.

Manturov noticed that Tatiana seemed to be avoiding his gaze, consciously or unconsciously. After staying in the hall for a while, he immediately hid in the kitchen, closed the kitchen door, and chatted with Katya.

"Volodya," Voroshilov smiled, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, "this apartment is good." ”

"It's okay, it's far worse than your villa." Manturov also sat on the sofa with a respectful smile on his face and talked to his father-in-law.

Although Voroshilov has practically almost lost his military power and will leave the post of People's Commissar of Defense in three months, according to historical development, he, a member of the Politburo, can still be re-elected until 1961, and his political status will still be maintained.

Besides, he is also Manturov's father-in-law, the founding father, the first marshal of the Soviet Union, and even if he loses all military power, Manturov will still maintain respect for this father-in-law.

"How can this be compared? My villa accommodated so many people and although the size was large, it was still a bit crowded. And you here, although the area is not as big as there, but the two of you live in a large three-room apartment, and it is not crowded at all. ”

"Of course." Manturov quickly thought about the future, "but when we have children, we hire special caretakers and servants, and then it will be lively." ”

"Then it's going to be quick, have a few more children," Voroshilov looked around and said, "By the way, do you have servants?" ”

"Not yet."

At this time, Voroshilov's smile faded a little, "So, is the daily housework here all taken care of by Katyusha?" ”

Obviously, Voroshilov, who loves his daughter, does not want her to do so much housework. At another 170 square meters, the apartment is twice as large as the one in Novosibirsk.

With such a large apartment, it will take a long time to clean. Both Katia and Manturov were high-ranking officials in the Soviet government, and their work was too busy to find time for household chores.

"Of course not, Katyusha and I are only responsible for a small part." Manturov hurriedly replied.

"What about the rest?"

Manturov told them truthfully, "We will ask the cleaners in the unit to come up and help the next day." ”

However, Voroshilov's answer was unexpected to Manturov, and he was not averse to letting his princess do more housework, "What kind of cleaners?" Let Katyusha do more housework, so that she can do her duty as a wife. ”

"It's not that she doesn't want to do it, and I don't want her to do it, but the two of us have too much work, and I'm afraid it will exhaust her if she cleans this big apartment."

Voroshilov nodded, and then continued to ask: "Yes, the work is important, but that cleaner, did you pay her?" ”

"Of course there is. Her family is not very well-off, but she has several children to take care of. Her husband is an ordinary worker, and the two usually have a meager income, and the family's finances are relatively tight.

That's why I asked her to come to my house the next day to do some cleaning and give her some good extra money. Sometimes some special food is given, sometimes she is given rubles directly. Since she did the housework for our family, the living environment in her family has improved, the children have become more and more fit, and she has two more sets of clothes to change herself. ”

"Very well," Voroshilov sighed, "and I am satisfied to see you living so happily." I am old and about to enter the 59th year of my life today.

Now, I have pinned everything on you and Katyusha, and I just want to see you live happily ever after and flourish in your career. As for myself, I should be leaving the Ministry of Defense soon. Then you can enjoy a semi-retirement life. ”

"Krim, why did you leave the People's Commissariat of Defense?" Although Manturov knew the reason, he still asked this sentence deliberately.

"Alas, the Soviet-Finnish war, I fought in a mess, and it seems that I am not suitable to stay in this position. Even if I wanted to stay, the others wouldn't agree. ”

Although Manturov has the rank of general (political commissar of the second army group) and has recently had close contacts with the cadres in charge of ordnance and logistics in the army, he does not know much about the situation of the Soviet-Finnish war. ”