"Let Ukraine be harder, then for the Soviets, it will be strong as soon as possible."

With his hands lightly behind his back, Stalin's eyes looked at the Kremlin outside, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath of his pipe, and slowly spewed out two smokes from his nose, he couldn't help but squint and said: "There are still many loans from Europe and the United States and other countries, and in order to support our industrial construction, it is still necessary to export grain." ”

Khrushchev was silent, although the current Soviet can be said to be the sacred state of the proletariat, whether it is the poor industrial level left over from history or the ideological antagonism with Europe and the United States, it is a major obstacle to the development of the Soviet Union at present. In particular, the light and heavy industry now represents the strength of the country, and without a complete and advanced industrial system, the Soviet is still doomed to be like Tsarist Russia in World War I, a giant with feet of clay.

"Maybe we have another way..."

Bowing his head slightly, after Khrushchev said this, he also shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly, he knew that this was simply unrealistic. Although the Soviet Union in 1932 became stronger and stronger after a five-year plan, the loans from Europe and the United States and other countries were also a huge amount.

If it were an industrially developed country, it would be possible to fill this gap with industrial products, but for the Soviets, whose industrial system was still in its infancy, it would simply be impossible. There is hardly any good way to repay the debts of loans except to export large quantities of grain in exchange for foreign exchange, to support the construction of the industrial system, and to repay the debts of loans!

"Comrade Stalin, Comrade Khrushchev, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The room fell silent, but within a few seconds, the door not far away was gently opened, and a man in a green military uniform and a large-brimmed hat walked in, gently took off the hat on his head and put it in his hand, his slightly emaciated face was extremely calm, and he gently bowed to Stalin and said: "I don't know Comrade Stalin, what are you looking for me?" ”

Yagoda is not outstanding and looks a little short, which has a lot to do with the fact that he is Jewish. He had a small whisker under his nose, and although it was neatly trimmed, he looked a little lower and thinner. But no one dared to underestimate him, or the figure standing behind him.

"Comrade Yagoda, it's also a pleasure to meet you."

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile, Stalin turned to look at Yagoda, stretched out his hand and waved at him, and at the same time came to his desk and sat down, still with a kind and infectious smile on his face, he squinted and smiled: "I have seen your work recently, to be honest, it is very good." ”

"For the sake of the Soviets and the people, this is what I should do."

Yagoda was slightly stunned, looked at Stalin with a peaceful smile in front of him, and bowed his head slightly. He knew that Stalin had something to say about it, but he didn't answer anything on his own, just a very professional and fairly official answer, with little nourishment.

But Stalin knew Yagoda too, and as he smoked his pipe gently, looking at Yagoda's emaciated face, he knew that he was the seemingly harmless Yagoda as a faithful vicious dog. Slowly exhaling the smoke, he looked at Yagoda in front of him and said with a smile: "I am ready to send you to Ukraine to cooperate with Comrade Khrushchev to complete the grain purchase plan." ”

"Ukraine?"

Gently looking up at Khrushchev on the side, Yagoda couldn't help frowning slightly, looked up at Stalin, moved his mouth with some hesitation, and still lowered his head and reported softly: "Now there are many rebellious peasants in Ukraine, and their thinking is very incorrect, which has made waves in the grain purchase plan." ”

"Well, that's exactly what Comrade Khrushchev reported to me."

Stalin nodded, still squinting and smiling slightly, but he turned his head to look at Khrushchev next to him, still sat in his chair, looked at Yagoda with a smile and asked: "But you go and cooperate with Comrade Khrushchev, I think the grain purchase plan will definitely be completed, right?" ”

"Of course, Comrade Stalin, I will conscientiously complete the grain purchase plan!"

Yagoda glanced at Khrushchev next to him, but immediately straightened his waist and chest and gave a military salute to Stalin. At the same time, he said to Stalin with certainty: "It is only the counter-revolutionaries living in the shadows that do not hinder our plans in the slightest!" ”

Stalin nodded with satisfaction, he admired Yagoda's allegiance to him. In fact, everyone in the party knew that Yagoda was a staunch member of Stalin, and even had a not-so-elegant nickname: "Stalin's loyal dog". Once targeted by this guy, compared to the ordinary secret police, this secret police leader is even more terrifying.

The old Minzhensky has begun to retreat into the background, and this Yagoda, as the second-in-command of the "Cheka", has begun to take charge of all the work, except for a few extremely important and confidential tasks and intelligence, which need to be applied to Minzhensky, and the rest is almost single-handedly controlled by him!

"Yagoda, on this mission, I hope you will not live up to the trust placed in you by the party and the state."

Squinting slightly, Stalin's smile was like a cool summer breeze, which was quite pleasant. However, he picked up the pen in his hand, gently signed a document, and at the same time picked up another document next to him, stretched out his hand to let Yagoda in front of him come over, and said softly at the same time: "You and Comrade Khrushchev must cooperate closely. ”

"Don't worry, Comrade Stalin."

Khrushchev also nodded in response, he looked at the document in Yagoda's hand, but he couldn't help but swallow and spit slightly, and a fine layer of sweat already appeared on his forehead. In his eyes, it was not a document, but an agreement that would make him almost unsteady on his legs.

The agreement had already been signed, and he knew that it was about collecting more of Ukraine's already scarce grain, and then transporting it by river and sea to the ports, and finally to the imperialist and capitalist countries to repay Soviet loans and earn precious foreign exchange.

"But, Comrade Stalin, what should be done with those counter-revolutionaries in Ukraine?"

Yagoda bent down slightly, but remembered a man who had been active in the Moscow arena and had even more prestige than Comrade Stalin in front of him. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and said softly: "That guy has already gone ashore in Turkey, and he has written a lot of bad articles. ”

"Article? Oh, I think it's still well written. ”

But after listening to Yagoda's words, Stalin did not answer his question, but squinted his eyes and smoked his pipe, slowly reached out and opened a drawer, and took out several newspapers in different languages, which had been written in Russian with a pen and translated into Russian. Looking at the stories and texts above, Stalin smiled and nodded: "At least the literary style is really quite admirable." ”

Khrushchev on the side shrank his eyes slightly, he knew what the meaning of those words was, and couldn't help but look up at Stalin, who was still reading the newspaper, and couldn't help but swallow and spit slightly, but in his mind he remembered the predecessor who once enjoyed the glory side by side with Lenin, or rather, the current counter-revolutionary traitor.

"Trotsky, he was always angry."

Stalin put down the newspaper and looked at Yagoda and Khrushchev, whose faces had changed slightly, but he couldn't help but smile lightly, pointed to the words on it, shook his head lightly and said: "It's like his articles, most of them are mainly critical, and if you read too much, you will feel a little false." ”

"Comrade Stalin, these things, you shouldn't look at them too much ..."

Looking at Stalin's face that seemed to have not changed, Yagoda and Khrushchev couldn't help but mention it in their hearts, the two of them looked at him, Yagoda still swallowed and spat and said first: "This is just what that traitor wrote, who in the Soviets will really believe him?" ”

"That's right, Comrade Stalin, no one believes in that traitor!"

Khrushchev also spoke, but he could not help but have some bad premonitions in his heart, he knew what kind of iron wrist the ruler of the entire Soviet Union in front of him had. The fact that he was able to unite with the other two men to expel this Trotsky, the father of the Red Army, who had the same status in the Soviets as Lenin, shows how powerful he was.

But Stalin didn't care at all, just shook his head, put down the newspaper in his hand on the table, but slowly stood up, smoked the pipe that was almost halfway down, and said lightly: "At least in Ukraine, there are still many impure ** people, who believe in that guy who is used to blinding his heart with lies." ”

"Ukraine needs purity for the revolution, and Yagoda, that's what you need to do."

Stalin didn't wait for any reaction from the two, he put away the smile on his face and said categorically: "Ukraine does not need any impure ** people, because they will gradually corrupt the ** of the whole Ukraine, Comrade Khrushchev, and at this point, you need to cooperate with Comrade Yagoda!" ”

"Understood!"

Yagoda and Khrushchev glanced at each other, but immediately raised their hands and gave a military salute to Stalin, both of whom were from the army, and this etiquette was quite familiar. And for them, this is etiquette, and the same is the military order issued by Stalin, although nothing is stated, but it is already tacitly understood between them!