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Just when Vatutin was giving the order to fight to the death in his own headquarters, Stalin was in his own headquarters, nodding his head in admiration at a professional stand-in who looked very similar to himself.

He did not let this stand-in take his place in Moscow to die, because to the generals who were familiar with Stalin's personality and way of speaking, using a stand-in was simply questioning everyone's intelligence. He didn't dare to imagine the horror of having his last remaining power in Moscow taken away by a stand-in after he left Moscow. So until now, he has not left Moscow, and he has not used a stand-in to carry out the seemingly tempting absconding plan.

Stalin knew that everything about himself was inseparable from power and identity, and that once he relinquished power and left Moscow, once he had died incognito and nominally in Moscow - then even if he lived, nothing good would come of it. He knew that it was very likely that he had just left Moscow on the front foot, and that the war would be over in a second, and then there would be an endless hunt for him personally, and that he would eventually die in a warehouse or farmland like the other enemies of Accardo.

He didn't want that, and he didn't want to die...... He would rather die on this stage than jump off the stage by himself like a clown, forgotten or die without a name in a corner where the spotlight can't shine. He was very similar to Hitler in another time and space, or perhaps a person who had been brilliant, in the same way.

"You are my stand-in, always in my place in times of danger, and that proves your loyalty to this country...... I hope that my generals will have the courage of you to dare to face the bullets of the enemy. Stalin patted his stand-in on the shoulder, and then said encouragingly: "My advisers suggested that I inspect all the positions outside Moscow to boost my morale and prove that I have not left ......."

He paused as he said this, then looked at the man who seemed to be printed in the same mold as him: "So I'm going to let you go to the front line once instead of me...... Take my place and report to me everything you see. Can you do that?"

"Great leader, Comrade Stalin, please believe in my loyalty and love for you!" the man finally spoke, his voice a little younger and sharper than the real Stalin. Because of their different positions, he did not have the majesty of Stalin's former superiors, and he spoke faster.

In fact, this was not a problem in the past, because in dangerous situations, Stalin's stand-ins were often very far away. Therefore, these small details that can only be discovered at close range do not actually prevent this stand-in from carrying out his task of replacing Stalin. And every time he answered Stalin's words in front of Stalin, Stalin was made to feel the greatness of the Creator - it was able to make two people look so similar.

"Go!" Stalin waved his hand to signal that the stand-in was ready to go on his mission, and he sat back in his chair feebly, and then looked at the wall in a daze at the unnatural light rectangular marks left by the removal of Lenin's portrait. He wanted to die quietly here, but he always felt that he should not choose to commit suicide like a coward, but should choose to fight to the end like a warrior.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and muttered to himself, "Perhaps, I should have a submachine gun, and when the Germans burst into my office, I can kill a few Germans like those brave soldiers...... Maybe then I will have the face to meet Comrade Lenin......"

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As he muttered, his stand-in had already stepped out of the underground bunker with the men he had prepared, and walked out of a rubble-strewn exit onto a street outside Moscow's Red Square. He squinted his eyes to adjust to the dazzling sunlight around him, feeling the desolation of the entire city as if it were the last days.

The car was ready, and the roar of the engine was muffled by the distant sound of shell explosions, which seemed less abrupt and harsh. The Stalinist stand-in looked up at the huge black plumes of smoke rising in the distance, not knowing what was in mind. This time he didn't need to say anything in front of the soldiers, it was enough to wave his hand at the fanatical soldiers from afar, so that they could see his leader in despair.

"Let's go!" he glanced at Zaitsev, the captain of Stalin's guard, who was accompanying him, and saw a hint of helplessness in the other man's eyes. So he got into the car and said to the captain of the guard, who was his old partner.

A few cars drove slowly through the ruined streets, and the direction they were going today was the Ascension Cathedral, where the headquarters of the Zhukov cluster was located, where Stalin's stand-ins shook hands with 10 army commanders and 22 division commanders, and posed for photos with dozens of regimental commanders at the front.

He didn't have to say anything throughout the whole process, and the few lines he only had were empty slogans with no actual content that had been negotiated in advance. The rest of the work will be handed over to the head of the guard, Zaitsev, and then the inspection will be hastily concluded, and the group will rush to the headquarters of the Vatutin-Moscow cluster in the north of the city.

The road was not safe, and German shells and bombers passing by from time to time could cause problems for the convoy, so Stalin used his own stand-in to ensure his absolute safety. Of course, it turned out that the Germans did not attack Stalin's convoy, but that it was stopped by bomb craters and anti-tank trenches dug by the Soviets themselves.

"There is no way, it seems that we will have to come down and walk a long way......" Zaitsev said with a frown, as he looked at the surface of the moon and the craters and trenches, and said to the Stalin double in the car.

Outside the car, there were already onlookers and nearby garrisons, these civilians in ragged clothes, some with sticks in their hands, who had just filled the craters with broken stones and rubble, trying to restore some limited transportation capacity, but their efforts were obviously futile, because the German army was destroying much faster than they could repair.

Often, before a huge crater has been filled, another shell falls, turning the nearby flat ground into a steaming crater. And such an explosion will take away the lives of the civilians and wounded soldiers who are filling the pit around them, so that those who are still alive will become raw materials for filling the pit.

But when the war has ruined everything in the city, and all the civilians find themselves with nothing to do but go out and help others, everyone can only use this way to free their fragile and small souls in the war. If you don't participate in similar labor, then in this case everyone will not even get a bite to eat, so more people choose to come out and be busy rather than huddle together and starve to death.

The women chose to serve in the field hospital and the medical points set up in various places, and then these workers from all walks of life were transformed into all kinds of nurses' skills, although under their bandaging and rescue, the survival rate of the soldiers remained high, but those crying wounded were able to get the comfort of others at the last second, it was a very lucky thing.

In addition to being cannon fodder, the elderly and children can fill the road, transport the wounded, and carry ammunition...... In short, the work seems to be endless, and as long as everyone can give out something to fill their stomachs when they are hungry, there will be a lot of labor.

However, in the last few days, it seems that the army has run out of food supplies, so everyone's enthusiasm for work has faded a lot. When people in the vicinity learned that Stalin was going to pass here, they organized some people to fill in the road, but the progress of the work was very limited. After all, it is possible to work without food, so the only trace of enthusiasm that everyone has when they work will be gone.

"Comrade Stalin! Comrade Stalin, when will we end the war?" said an old man with a shovel, hunched over to Stalin's stand-in, who had slipped out of the car. Even he himself did not know when people began to talk about war with the word end, not victory.

Stalin, who got out of the car, did not speak, and he did not know how to answer the questions of the crowd. However, there are more and more voices shouting around the other party, all of whom are asking this question. So he began to panic, and then looked at Zaitsev beside him.

Zaitsev had to stand up and comfort the somewhat out-of-control crowd: "Calm down! Comrades...... Comrade Stalin is already trying to end this war, we are liaising with our allies and friendly forces outside the encirclement, and soon we will win the war......"

"Shut up! We don't want to hear lies!" "You said a year ago that we were going to win the war, and now we are all going to die here, and you still use such a sentence to prevaricate us?" "Go back! You shit, don't come out again!" "You let everyone's son die, but you lie to everyone here......" Countless voices erupted, embarrassing everyone. Stalin's guards bowed their heads, as if they were not accustomed to the rebuke of the situation before them.

"The plan is cancelled! Return the same way with the stand-in comrade!" Zaitsev looked at the angry crowd in front of him and was forced to give the order to retreat.