Chapter Forty-Eight: Roman Holidays

Deep down, Serov's pessimism about his diplomatic career has added another layer: if you are poor, you will think about change, a society has been formed, there are no particularly violent contradictions, and it is not easy to promote a new concept. This is also the reason why in a poor and backward country, the most popular reason, in the 21st century in later generations of India, the poor are still constantly confronted with the Indian government, and all kinds of ** are rooted in it. And in a country that is good in all respects, they do not need to take huge risks to make leaps and bounds, and Italy falls into the latter category.

The Soviet embassy in Italy and a group of Eastern European countries were in the same area, and the silent rivalry of the Cold War seemed to be more pronounced here. In addition to France, which has always been unconventional, the U.S. embassy is also among a group of allies.

"That's too obvious, isn't it? Did the Italian government deliberately arrange this? Let's put on an opera here with the Americans to entertain the people of Italy? Serov, who got out of the car, remembered the national flag he saw along the way, and he felt a chill.

There was no imaginary handover, the former ambassador to Italy did not have so many stinky problems, and had already returned to Moscow by plane, which was far shorter than Serov's delay on the road.

Among the welcoming crowd, a man with ordinary brown hair casually reached into his suit with his right hand in front of Serov and inadvertently covered his heart for about two seconds.

Serov also casually glanced at it and nodded, as if greeting his new colleagues. It's not that someone is feeling unwell, and it has nothing to do with heart disease. It's just a simple recognition of the foreign intelligence agencies of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which plays the role of a greeting, once as the Minister of Internal Affairs of Azerbaijan, Serov has the rank of colonel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Italy itself has the largest ** in Western Europe, it would be strange if there was no Soviet intelligence network.

In view of the position of Italy in Europe in the top echelons of the Soviet Union, the embassy in Italy can be regarded as an embassy abroad, a relatively large Soviet institution in Europe, and the embassy itself has more than 200 people, plus the Soviet consulates in Milan and Venice, and the Soviet Union has about 300 diplomatic personnel and direct employees in Italy. Except for Eastern European countries, there are a few embassies with so many personnel, but compared to the 1,000-person scale of the US embassy in China in later generations, it is still a drop in the bucket. It is only less than the number of U.S. embassies in Baghdad, which is either malicious or ambitious.

"It seems that I always have deep malice towards the Hope Country, and that's not good!" With a soft smile on his face, Serov greeted the person who greeted him, and his body and mind seemed to be divided into two parts, completing his work without interfering with each other.

"Today we have a new comrade here, and Comrade Serov will definitely bring new changes to our diplomatic cause!" Today is the day Serov arrives in Rome, and the consul of the Consulate in Milan, Greve, and the consul of the Consulate in Venice, Maxim, have come to Rome to greet him.

I just wonder if they think I'm so young and a little unreliable? Since his experience in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Serov has found himself increasingly curious about what other people think, and he is a bit of the ultimate goal of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, where we have to ask about everything on earth.

"I'm Zhigrave, and that's Maxim, Consul of the Venetian Consulate! Comrade Serov, we have prepared a welcome party for you......" Zhigrev briefly introduced.

"Nice to meet you!" Serov put a smile on his lips, Maxim? The name Serov is not unfamiliar, not because it has any special meaning, but because of the name of the bar he used to frequent, which was called Maxim. Mr. Bar saw Serov looking at him with a smile and smiled politely.

Inside the embassy, nearly 200 people were already seated, and without the stiffness of the Soviet Union, the embassy personnel looked more casual, not like when Serov was in China, when an ordinary welcome ceremony was made like a people's congress. There are no clear boundaries between ministers, counselors, and military attachés, and some soldiers of the internal affairs forces are more casual. Unlike the Marines in the U.S. Embassy, the security of the Soviet Embassies abroad was the responsibility of the Internal Affairs Forces, and the Red Army did not care about this.

It's time to socialize again? Serov has always been reluctant to do this kind of thing, holding on to the scene, although he is unwilling, but he is familiar with this set, the mask should be brought, and he said a few words at a very fast speed, nothing more than that he is young, everyone is gay, and they promote each other. Who doesn't know how to say beautiful words, but then I almost ended the meeting, and the words were changed to everyone at will......

What everyone holds with each other is not domestic vodka, but replaced by the world-famous Italian wine, which is deeply benefited by the natural environment, accounting for 1/4 of the world's wine production, and the output and consumption are the world's first, in a sense, it is also an important industry in Italy.

Serov used to be stupid and did not know the difference between wine and red wine. Later, I learned that wine is a big category, and red wine, champagne, and brandy are all part of wine.

Just like Italy's recent history, it has a place but not the one that attracts attention, and whether people think of wine, champagne or brandy, the first thing that comes to mind is France, not Italy next to it.

For Serov, who drinks a small amount, wine is better than vodka, and in order to establish a good relationship with his new colleagues, Serov is ready not to get drunk, no matter what color or taste of the liquid in front of him, he will not refuse.

"Today comrades are all here, how about we let our new comrade Serov sing a song?" Maxim shouted to everyone, "Please applaud our Comrade Serov......"

"Good!" Serov paused, did not refuse, did not ask for accompaniment, and sang directly "Hey, when we were young, all our disguises faded." Unleash the wild within, hey, and learn from your tears as we face our fears head-on. Knowing that these memories have made us indelible, one day my father said to me, he took me into his arms, I heard him say, when you grow up, your wild heart will accompany you through this youth, if you are afraid, just think about what I said, he said, one day you will leave this world, live your life, this memory is worth remembering. ”

This is a later song that Serov has always liked, because the lyrics are always full of optimism and hope, and if he hums this song for a while, Serov feels that he will not be too negative. No matter what the difficulties, keep an optimistic and firm belief that things will always work out.

"It'll be solved!" Serov, who finished a long cappella singing, disappeared all the negative emotions, looked at his colleagues in joy around him, and immediately joined them, this was his own Roman holiday.