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Katia was wearing a beautiful black dress, and on the high-quality fabric, there was no wrinkle at all, and there was no trace of dust, which looked neat and elegant. www.biquge.info Her skirt was not too short, but her legs were so long, her entire knee and a small section of her white slippery thigh were exposed, how charming it was, and her full breasts were so big that they almost burst her skirt.

She didn't wear makeup or perfume. But there is an intoxicating aroma on her body, and the perfect goose egg face looks white and smooth. Her facial features couldn't be more exquisite.

She stood behind her desk, looking at the small portrait on it. She bit her lip tightly and kept herself from crying, maintaining her usual strong image. But no matter how hard she bit her lip, she couldn't stop the tears pouring out.

"Click......" The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was heard outside. Katia hurriedly pulled out a tissue, and was about to wipe away her tears when Manturov walked up to her.

Katia pointed to the portrait on the table that made her cry, and said to the man in front of her, "After more than twenty years, do you still miss me?" Did you draw this portrait yourself? ”

Manturov opened his hands, took Katya's soft body in his arms, and said, "Yes, of course." You're the one I love the most, how could I not want you? That's right, this painting is indeed my handiwork, and the person in the painting is none other than you, my beloved, Catherine Ivanovna Shirokova.

In addition to this one, there are several more in the apartment and one in my purse. For your sake, don't say more than twenty years, even if it's a hundred years, a thousand years, I'm willing to wait. ”

Manturov, who is good at words, is indeed a master of coaxing, and he completely melts Katya's heart with his soft and affectionate words, and once again captures this strong and cold beauty.

"Honey, you're still so good at coaxing people."

"It's all from the bottom of my heart, I really love you."

Manturov hugged Katia tighter, the beauty in his arms was as soft as cotton, and her whole body exuded a unique aura, which made people hug and didn't want to let go. The blood in his body suddenly became hot, and his heart beat suddenly, a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

But Katia didn't enjoy the man's hug, she took Manturov's hand, gently pushed his body away, and said, "Why don't we go to dinner together?" ”

"Okay. Where to eat? ”

"Why don't you go to the Siberian Hotel, the restaurant there seems to be good, and the chef is top-notch."

Hearing the name of the inn, Manturov suddenly frowned, "The level of cooking there is indeed top-notch, but do you know how much it costs to eat a meal there?" At least five rubles! Isn't it a little more expensive? ”

Katya let go of her hand and said, "Volodya, you are the first secretary of the state party committee, and your daily salary is at least fifty rubles. That's five rubles, not too much for you. ”

Manturov thought for a moment and replied: "Yes, I am now the first secretary of the state. Actually, my daily salary is sixty roubles, which is definitely enough for both of us, and it seems that you can retire. ”

However, Katia, a competent cadre, was not willing to retire. In the Soviet Union at that time, especially in the desolate Siberia, work was almost the only thing that could be done, and retirement could only be exchanged for dullness, not ease.

Besides, under the socialist system at that time, how could young people not work? There must be no lazy people in society.

Katia smiled and asked, "Comrade Secretary, do you think this is in line with the party's line?" ”

Of course, Villadimo knew what the other party meant, and as the first secretary of the state party committee, he certainly knew the party's standards. But after such a long time, of course he has to tease the other party. "Yes, as long as you marry me, you can be my housewife in the name of it, so that you can stay at home and do whatever you want."

This informal, half-frivolous remark actually reminded Katia of a very serious issue - marriage. "Why don't we register to get married?"

"So fast?"

Katia nodded affirmatively and explained, "Don't forget, it's 1938, the Stalin era. Any premarital cohabitation, premarital behavior is not in line with the route. ”

Manturov deliberately pretended to be serious and asked, "So what?" ”

Katia regained her usual cold and arrogant expression, and coldly threatened: "If you want to live with me, if you want to sleep in the same bed with me, then register me for marriage!" Otherwise, I'll go back to Moscow tomorrow! Don't want to see me again! ”

"You said you were leaving, you said you were going to break up, and I didn't feel sorry for you from beginning to end. When you're gone, I'll be able to find a second one. A 'red aristocrat' like you is not my cup of tea at all. I'm going to find someone who is simple and doesn't have the temper of the eldest lady to be my wife. ”

Red aristocrats? True, in the USSR at that time, high-ranking cadres, especially such a central officer as Voroshilov, could enjoy an aristocratic life. They have very high salaries, live in luxurious villas, want to use rich and high-quality rations in kind, and have servants and drivers at home.

Katia sneered and said, "Red nobles? Our Soviet Union is a classless society, where is there any aristocracy? My father, but a dignified red marshal! It was he who used his courage and military wisdom to lead the great Soviet Red Army to defeat the reactionary White Bandit Army, liberate all of Russia, and bring us a classless society. ”

Manturov touched Katia's skirt, the fabric of the skirt was not so simple as high quality, and the cut was almost perfect. "How did you get such a noble dress?"

"Made by tailors in Leningrad, 100% made in the Soviet Union, even the raw materials used are made in the Soviet Union. Don't think I don't know what you mean, you think my skirt is imported from other places, and you want to say that I have the privilege of buying imported goods, which means that I am what you call a 'red aristocrat', right? ”

"You are a red aristocrat, don't think I don't know, the tailor you are looking for was in the service of the Tsarist royal family before the revolution. He made clothes that only nobles could afford. You are treated like an aristocrat, aren't you a nobleman? ”

"Villadimo Fedorovich Manturov! You ......"

Manturov knew that he had gone a little too far, so he quickly changed his face and showed a tender look. "What's wrong with me?"

Katia looked affectionately into Vera's eyes, and the two exchanged eyes again. "You've won again."

Villadimo once again kept Katia's perfect body and said, "Okay, let's go eat Mikoyan." ”

"Mikoyan"? What do you mean? Comrade Mikoyan is the People's Commissar of Trade, one of the members of the Politburo, and you mean to eat him?

Don't forget, you're just a small state party secretary, but you're a member of the Politburo! Are you at least provoked? Just what you just said will be enough for you to spend the rest of your life at Camp Gula. ”

"Miss, I really want to call you Miss. Over the past few years, thanks to the efforts of Comrade Mikoyan, China's meat production has been improved and the people's food quality has been improved.

And the most delicious meat chop began to be called 'Mikoyan' in praise of his exploits. How could an aristocratic lady like you, who had little contact with the people, know about such popular things? ”

"You...... Don't call me Miss! ”

Manturov smiled and replied, "Honey, why don't we stop playing and go to dinner together." ”

"That's right."

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