After the events in Poland and Hungary, the shackles that had been tied to the KGB were gradually breaking down, because Khrushchev, after opposing Stalin, wanted to start his own reform program. In this process, Khrushchev needed the KGB as a powerful organ to protect the possible counterattack forces from acting rashly.

As Khrushchev's perestroika moved wider, the shackles that the KGB had put on were breaking faster and faster. This process came to this day with the abolition of the Ministry of Internal Affairs by Khrushchev and the reintegration with the KGB. But the trust of the first secretary is not in vain, Khrushchev is preparing the KGB to clean up the forces that obstruct reform, and at present, the basic strength of the KGB has been restored to the period of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so Marshal Zhukov, who was cleaned up by Khrushchev, even if Serov knew that Marshal Zhukov was wronged, he could not express a little sympathy.

A marked change is that when Khrushchev established the supervision system in the future, he handed over the Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the USSR and the Chairman of the Party and State Supervision Committee to Shelepin, yes, the KGB did not take back the independent judicial power in the end, but Sherepin personally took charge of the Soviet judicial system through the Supervision Committee, and it can be said that Khrushchev helped Sherepin bypass this problem.

Until then, Serov still had to defeat one enemy after another for Khrushchev, no matter who the enemy was.

"Uncle, I saw the file of my eldest brother in the General Administration of Military Administration!" This sentence made Marshal Baglamiyan and Major General Baghramyan stunned, and the stunned expression with the huge hooked nose was quite funny.

"I think Big Brother is very suitable to serve in the Western cluster, well, that's it! The Western Cluster is the elite unit of our Red Army, shouldering the most important mission to better build our Red Army. Serov's tone was very understatement.

This is just to inform Marshal Baglamiyan of the recommendation of the 3rd Directorate, in principle. The KGB's investigation report on the recommendation of middle-level officers is still very useful, and the Ministry of Defense may not understand it at present, but I believe that the bigwigs of the Ministry of Defense will slowly get used to it after the world grows, and even if Brezhnev comes to power, this kind of order will still not change.

"Here we are, our goulash with potatoes!" With Aunt Tamara's voice. This communist signature dish was served, and it didn't take long for one meal after another to be served. There are also canned items like pickled cucumbers as garnishes. Sour cucumbers are ubiquitous in Moscow during this harsh winter and are a standing pickle. Soviet food generally does not look good, but in terms of quantity, it is quite conscientious, and a glass bottle of pickled cucumber for Serov can last a month.

I remember that in his previous life, Serov once read a book criticizing the Soviet Union in the seventies, and the book in which the criticism was written like this, the powerful went to Western Europe for a vacation, and the little power went to Eastern Europe or Turkey, India or something. Ordinary people only go to the Black Sea coast and resorts in the forest to engage in relations between men and women. At that time, I thought that the Soviets were so shameless that they even divided their vacations into three, six, nine, and so on, but when I grew up, I found out that didn't say that life in the Soviet Union was very good from the side, and Serov had never enjoyed the benefits of socialism, not even a vacation, let alone a vacation once a year.

The Soviets were not bad, at least enjoying the benefits of socialism. Although it only lasted twenty years. In fact, if these benefits are cut and used as an arms race, it can be spent on the top 20 years.

After you have eaten and drunk. Serov, who drank a little vodka and was sweating a little, and his cheap big brother decided to go out for a walk, anyway, it was not cold outside, it was not minus twenty degrees.

"I can guarantee that the citizens of Moscow will be able to eat fresh vegetables next winter, I can't guarantee how delicious they will be, but they will be absolutely fresh. There is no need to stock up on potatoes and pickles for the winter, at least not so much. Serov, with a cotton hat, snorted and walked with Major General Bagramian under the street lamp. The Russian New Year, although deprived of its Orthodox meaning, was still a huge holiday for the Soviets, respecting tradition.

"Yes. I wish I had seen that day sooner, you KGB always get something weird! Major General Bagramian patted the younger brother on the shoulder and laughed, although it was a little strange compared to when they were together, but he believed that this person was the younger brother who played behind him when he was a child, and it was the little boy who held back tears when the news of the battle of Kiev came.

"Strange things? Like this? Serov took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to Major General Bagramyan, explaining indifferently, "I gave it to you, remember to use it for self-defense in case of danger." ”

"By the way, the blue one inside is the cigar gun, and the red one is the detector, which can detect any life within 100 meters, but the battery inside can only last for half an hour. And the cigarette case itself is a camera ...... "When he opened the cigarette case, Serov introduced the functions to his eldest brother in detail.

Major General Bagramian looked stunned, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly, "You agents of the intelligence agency have really put all your energy into this, and it looks good......

"Secret Service? That's just part of our responsibility! Serov smiled and didn't say much, what the KGB did, and what specific aspects could be involved, he couldn't say now. But to say that it is more like a department of secret services, in fact, the GRU is far more professional and concentrated than them, and the peers are enemies, and the decision-making level of the GRU has a KGB lieutenant general as a representative, who is responsible for liaising with the GRU.

The two chatted and walked back, for Major General Bagramian himself, he liked to serve in the Western cluster, and there was always a feeling of being watched in Moscow, and from this point Major General Bagramian and Serov felt the same. Unlike the generals of the Soviet Red Army, the cadres of the Soviet Party and government, especially the senior cadres, rarely let their children work in the government, first, because the government is very unsafe, and the shadow of Stalin is not too far away, so it is not good to put their children in a movement and then put their children in, and second, it is no worse to let their children become writers, editors, and other light jobs than cadres.

In this case, the goal of a cheap big brother like himself is particularly conspicuous, and he is always a little uncomfortable staying in the Taman Division.

After a while, the two returned to the villa, and the meal had been cleaned up, and the eldest brother's sons, 10-year-old Ivan and 7-year-old Karina, were laying blocks on the carpet, while their own son was dragging Karina's clothes around. When Valya was chatting with Marshal Baghramyan and his wife, she still looked at her son from time to time.

"How is this woman more patriarchal than me?" Sometimes Serov is a little strange, how can Valya have more feudal thoughts than herself, is it because she was an only child? Growing up accustomed to seeing only children who do not fit into the characteristics of the USSR? It may also be related to the ratio of men and women in the Soviet Union, if there is more, it will be worthless, but China and the Soviet Union have a different piece of extra money, the Soviet Union has more women, and China has more men.

The New Year is a rare day for the family to get together, and from a practical point of view, Valya's argument that Serov has some places and waste is undoubtedly correct, if he didn't happen to be mixed up in the KGB work, he would be worse than the average Sovietist in an ordinary position, and the Soviet Union began to have paperwork, carpentry, practical homework, and more and more courses like this as he went on to higher education, and in this regard, Serov used his Yuri-like memory, and found that he seemed to have only taken a few such classes in his previous lifeIt seems that the class is still indoors. What about good quality education?

In view of this, the current situation in the garage is such that Major General Bagramian takes a wrench and puts his hands on the assigned motorcycle, and at the same time asks Serov in a puzzled tone, how can he still help him with the tractor when he was a child, but now he has lost his basic hands-on ability?

"Won't you even be able to repair motorcycles when you get to the KGB?" Major General Bagramian said with pity, "Even my son now knows some of the basic principles, and you don't know anything. Give me the wrench! ”

"I forgot about it for a long time, I now stare at the documents every day, and I don't have a chance for a long time! If you want to ask me some military secrets, of course I won't tell you either! Serov quickly found the wrench with the Ninth Mark and handed it to Major General Bagramyan.

The steel stamp of the wrench is not the model of the wrench, but the price of this set of tools, the price of the same in the Soviet Union for decades, and later the manufacturer in order to save trouble, directly printed the steel stamp on the product, such as this wrench, which means nine kopecks, if calculated according to rubles, it is nine cents, and the tools of the toolbox add up to less than one ruble.

It's a very fucked up rule, how can you do this if the work efficiency and output are different every year? Didn't even increase the price? Of course, after all, it is a wrench, and the wrench has no shelf life, and it is somewhat intolerable for the Soviet Union to still have this principle in such a thing as grain.

"I wonder, does anyone want to ride a motorcycle in the middle of winter?" Serov asked idiotically.

"Little Ivan's school organizes cross-country races every spring, and I'm usually busy, so I just got my motorcycle ready when I had time recently!" Major General Bagramian wiped his face and left a stain of oil on his face, which was very much the style of the proletarian toiling masses.

Oh! Serov put on a look like this, it was too embarrassing, he had to find Valya to popularize Soviet education for himself, and when Valya took out a whole set of textbooks in the evening, Serov instantly dispelled the idea in his heart, in terms of mathematics courses, I don't know as much as you old hairmen.

"I think you should go to a university and re-enroll, it's only been six years!" Valya thoughtfully proposed.

"No, six years is enough time for me to subvert a country!" Serov simply refused, and instead glanced at my hairy sister, "Are you mocking me?" (To be continued.) )