Snowflakes turn the entire city of Berlin into a sea of silvery white.

The slight chimes of the clock, the flames of the fireplace, and the crackling fireworks dispel the cold wave that permeates the room. Above the purple fireplace, a pot of warm coffee hangs; Traces of white steam wafted out of the spout, imbuing the entire room with a rich fragrance.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and blue eyes reclined next to a Doric window railing, staring at the frost and snow falling outside the window, stunned. A few snowflakes fluttered leisurely and landed on his bald forehead, which was severely deflated, bringing a little moist coldness. The familiar feeling he hadn't felt for a long time reminded him of a lot of previous things.

In 1887, he was expelled from Kazan University for his participation in the student movement against the tyranny of Tsar Alexander III, and became an embarrassing student who had just dropped out of school. When he learned that he had been expelled from school, white snowflakes fell on the Russian sky. The cold feeling that soaked into his bones made him understand the cruelty of reality and the determination to find like-minded people with lofty ideals.

What else happened in the Snow Moon? He thought to himself. By the way, in 1892, he translated the immortal "Communist Manifesto" into Russian and wrote the first chapter of his life. It was in the winter of that year that he changed from a revolutionary democrat to a communist, with the red faith that would never change even in the stormy seas. Since then, he has waged a 15-year repeated struggle against the Romanov authorities. The cold and hard prison, the cold and windy snowfield, the desolate and lonely frozen soil, the deep and dark mines...... He had personally experienced almost all of the various penal colonies in Russia. And the love of his life, Krupskaya. It was also in the snow and wind howling in the Siberian penal colony that they married him; That simple and shabby but heart-to-heart sweet wedding. It still gives him a timeless taste. Treasure your heart.

In 1905, a nationwide revolutionary wave broke out in Russia, believing that the time had come to overthrow the Romanov dynasty, and threw himself into the revolutionary command of St. Petersburg. However, what he did not expect was that although the Romanov dynasty was decaying and declining, it was still not at the end of its life; With the Stolypin government effectively suppressing the carrots and Cossack butchers promised to convene the State Duma, the revolution in Russia melted like ice and snow in the sun, and it lasted just over a year before it was extinguished. Under the nationwide manhunt of the tsarist government. He was forced to go into exile again, returning to his original overseas base, the Social Democratic newspaper base in Berlin, Germany. Looking at the dusty desk and the web-lined storage room, he was filled with emotion; After so many years of hard work, I have returned to the original point.

However, when he went into exile in Berlin, a series of unexpected events occurred.

Because the Russian Revolution that broke out in 1905 greatly affected the rule of the Romanov dynasty, the tsarist government imposed an unprecedentedly strict manhunt for the core members of the revolutionary party; As the underground organs were destroyed by the Tsar's eagle dogs, a large number of activists in the revolutionary wave were sent to the icy islands of the Arctic Ocean and the desolate snowfields of the frozen tundra of the Far East, and countless core members of the revolutionary party were sent to Stolypin's gallows. Faced with this extremely grim situation, he was prepared for the worst of losing more than half of the Bolshevik backbone in his country; However, what he didn't expect was that most of the core members he had developed survived. At a critical juncture, he was rescued by a mysterious foreign organization!

Prior to this, the Bolsheviks had also received financial gifts from this organization. However, due to the relatively limited amount of aid he received, he did not pay much attention to them. He had always thought that this foreign power was only one of the many rebel groups in Russia that had been tormented and oppressed by the tsarist government because of the national question, and had gone into exile; On the list of Bolshevik aid, these revolts from the Far East, Afghanistan, the Caucasus, Ukraine and the Baltic states were not a hundred but eighty.

However, this time, they showed enough sincerity and hidden ability to surprise him. Despite the Tsar's nationwide blockade and manhunt, this force was still trying to help the Bolsheviks to escape from the country; What he didn't expect was that this powerful force would be able to easily pass through the Russian customs guards and bring their men from the port of St. Petersburg into the Baltic Sea with a swagger! He couldn't wait to find out what kind of divine help he had given to the Bolshevik Party, which was in danger under the tsar's purge, and kept the safety of the vast majority of its core members. And when he made a request to him, the other party agreed very easily; Today is the meeting time that the two sides have discussed before.

"Tuk-tuk." A rhythmic knock on the door suddenly sounded, making it even clearer in the calm room. The Mediterranean man, who was gazing at the snowy scene of Berlin from the window, was stunned, his gray-blue eyes glinting, and he stopped at the purple-red sunken wooden door behind him. He took a deep breath, straightened the dress tie on his chest, and then, as if he had made a big decision, stepped forward and opened the door to the room.

A tall young man in a single-breasted black gown stood in the doorway, with an elegant bow tie naturally draped from the neckline. The rich winter coat did not make his long body look bloated, but it made his whole person look more and more warm as jade, like a forest tree, a bamboo forest after the rain. Beneath the short golden hair common to Germanic peoples is a fair face as delicate and handsome as porcelain; The luxurious atmosphere that comes out of the skin makes people can't help but feel admiration from the bottom of their hearts at the first glance.

He was very young, judging from his face, he was only at the age of just turning a weak crown, but the faint heaviness he exuded clearly showed the middle-aged man that the person in front of him already had a fairly solid accumulation of experience. A special Iron Cross on a silver background was worn on his left chest, reflecting the graceful glow of the sun.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Mediterranean couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. According to his experience of so many years of battle, the person in front of him was only a noble prince of a Junker family in Berlin, and such a poor young fellow who might not even taste the taste of a woman should have nothing to do with the power to aid the Bolsheviks. He cleared his throat and used the rich German skills he had accumulated in his early years of translating the monumental work "The Communist Manifesto" to speak: "This gentleman, may I ask what you are looking for......"

Before the words fell, the handsome young man in front of him stretched out his slender right hand and smiled: "Vladimir? Ilyich? Mr. Ulyanov, our Ettel? Feng? Hohenzollern, I have admired your name for a long time! ”

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Rich coffee quietly churns in the purple oven, filling every corner of the room. The middle-aged Mediterranean looked at the young man in front of him who directly called out his full name in amazement, the expression on his face had frozen, and in a moment, a terrible thought had flashed in his heart: Could it be that this guy was an agent sent by the Tsar to come to Berlin to capture himself and shoot him back to St. Petersburg?

This instinctive idea, which had arisen from years of walking on the blade, came to an end, and was immediately rejected by the middle-aged Mediterranean himself. He has been fighting Russian agents for more than a decade and knows the nature of the enemy; This very young Germanic youth could not have been a member of the Russian secret service in any sense of the word. Moreover, if the other party is a lackey of the Tsar's men, he will not have any nonsense with himself at all; The moment he opened the door, a cold muzzle of a black hole would go directly to his forehead!

It seems that his disguise has been freed from the pursuit and entanglement of Russian agents, and he can spend a little more time in Berlin. At this thought, Ulyanov couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief, and began to re-examine the young man in front of him. He moved his gaze downward, swept the silver cross on the other party's chest, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he lost his voice: "Ettel? Hohenzollern? Are you His Royal Highness the Crown Lady of the German Empire? ”

Qingying smiled and said, "Mr. Ulyanov, thank you for knowing my name in the cruel struggle against the Tsar. Why, in the face of the benefactor who saved your 277 Bolshevik comrades, don't you even want me to enter the door of your hotel room? If that were the case, I would be disappointed. ”

"What, you're behind the Falcon organization?" Ulyanov's eyes widened, his mouth wide enough to fit a duck egg, and his face was full of disbelief and horror. Ever since the foreign group, codenamed Falcon, rescued its own men by sea to Germany, Ulyanov had a vague suspicion that it might have been the work of the Social Democrats in Germany, although the party's stance was more moderate Fabianism, but there were also communists who wanted to bring down the exploitation of capital. If they were to help themselves, then it would make sense. But what he never expected was that it was the Crown Prince of the German Empire, the first of the Communist International, to defeat the leader of all evil imperialism who helped him! This is as ridiculous as when at the critical moment of life and death, who fought for his life not to save himself, turned out to be a bitter grudge against himself for killing the whole family! (To be continued......)

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