"Iran is surrounded by us on three sides. It seems that it is not difficult if we really exert force." Brezhnev just said this, and his words became less and less as he got older. During the meeting, I just read the manuscript, but in the Kremlin meeting, I don't even want to say more. But his thinking ability is still there, often pointing out the most important one.

   Iran is indeed surrounded by the Soviet Union on three sides, otherwise such a country would not have raised 700,000 troops. You must know that Turkey, a member of NATO, has only 400,000 troops. After saying this sentence, Brezhnev fell into silence, and after a while he said, "The basic conditions are very good, since it is to solve Iran and Afghanistan at the same time, it must be important, which country is the main attack? Really? What's the purpose?"

"Take the initiative to remove Iran's religious forces and complete the final blow. All neighboring countries of the Soviet Union will be socialist countries." Shelov said in a low voice, "Iran is already the last pro-Western country among our neighboring countries, and the great motherland will soon be Establishing a protective net for yourself is of great significance.”

   "Huh?" Brezhnev, who was sitting in his seat, began to have a thoughtful look on his flat face. This kind of thoughtful look has been rare in recent years. The entire Central Presidium was silent, and all members waited with bated breath for the final decision of the Soviet master. Brezhnev, whose eyes were slightly narrowed, took an extraordinarily long time to think this time.

   For a long time, the soul-stirring Brezhnev became tall and straight again, and his voice became clear and powerful, "The establishment of an absolute safety zone for the motherland has important security significance for the country. I have decided to kill him..."

   "Yes!" Both the members of the Dnipro gang and the members of the real power department answered unanimously.

   "Make a plan and implement it resolutely. I'm waiting for the good news from my comrades." Brezhnev's demeanor seemed to have returned to his youthful state ten years ago, and his whole person seemed to be in high spirits. But this state disappears quickly, and soon Brezhnev will become old-fashioned. Slowly got up and left the conference room. No one but Serov felt anything wrong, because except for him, the chairman of the KGB, all the members of the Central Presidium were of the same age.

   These people in power who are about the same age as Brezhnev, because of the same seniority factor. These old men who are also about to go into the coffin can't feel that Brezhnev is already very old, because the others are about the same age.

After Brezhnev returned from the hospital in 1976, he usually worked in his residence in the Kremlin. He often sat by the window for an hour by himself, not moving or speaking. No one knew what it was called. The great leader of the most powerful country in the world is thinking about something in his heart, or not thinking about anything at all, just in a daze.

   "General Secretary, what are you doing? Did you secretly hide a cigarette again? Let me check." With a pleasant voice, the door of the room was pushed open. A young and sweet-looking, especially very young female nurse walked in and said with a suspicious look. She turned her glasses around and finally looked at the suspicious target, the great leader of the Soviet Union, Brezhnev...

"No, no! Nina, you know, I've quit smoking." Brezhnev shook his head quickly, as if all of Brezhnev's movements were slow because of his age, and he looked quite Kind of funny.

   "Really not?" Nina got close to Brezhnev's face, and seemed to doubt the credibility of the general secretary's words. She has been nursing Brezhnev for three years, and she naturally knows that Brezhnev is not the image of the great leader on TV. From a personal point of view, this old man is still relatively easy to contact, at least easier than Kirilenko. touch.

   "Really not, I promise." Brezhnev's face was straight, and when he was serious, he was still a great leader loved by all the people of the Soviet Union, but this attitude towards a nurse was somewhat ironic.

Still not deterred by the majesty of the great leader, Nina checked the room suspiciously, and after confirming that there were no contraband such as cigarettes, did she meaningfully educate the general secretary, "Based on the general secretary's physical condition, it is absolutely Those who can't continue smoking, and sleeping pills can't take more, so we must remember this."

Brezhnev nodded indifferently, as if to obey the little nurse's words. As an old man, he has become accustomed to this kind of life. He is just an ordinary old man, not a revolutionary mentor or a great leader, at least the people around him. In front of him, he was not like that.

   "General Secretary, Secretary of the Central Committee Kirilenko is here." Just as Brezhnev was being nurtured by a nurse, the door was pushed open again, and a secretary came in to report. This sentence was heard by both of them at the same time.

  Nina's glasses flashed an inexplicable look, her voice gently instructed the general secretary to pay attention to her body, and then she slowly backed out.

   Kirilenko is Brezhnev's old comrade-in-arms, old subordinate, and is very familiar with the Kremlin. There are many opportunities to meet with Brezhnev alone, usually discussing issues with the general secretary, political as well as economic and military, which naturally also includes national affairs. Many times Brezhnev also knew what his old subordinates meant.

"You think I'm too reliant on Andropov and the three ministers? The KGB, the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are all departments that do things, they are all experts in their fields, they each lead their own departments for decades, and they are our global offensive. The task of you, Shcherbitsky and Kunayev is to lead the development of the country, why can't we work together?" Brezhnev said without changing his face, "I will let you preside over the strategy. Offense, can you? If not, of course I have to choose the most suitable person."

"I am the general secretary of the Soviet Union. Personally, I certainly hope that my friends will be more reused, but Khrushchev is very right, and professional people should be allowed to do professional things. At present, Andropov and several The leaders of each department are very suitable." Brezhnev sighed, "Let's look at the results of Iran and Afghanistan this time."

snort! Serov in Lubyanka grinned. Brezhnev knew that he had not been around for a few years, and it was estimated that he might do something to these people, but people tend to treat others harshly and treat themselves more leniently. This is human nature, and Brezhnev is no exception. The general secretary has always been optimistic about his own health. Even if Serov tells the other party that you can only live for three years, it is estimated that the great leaders will not believe it.

  If you really want to replace yourself, be careful whoever proposes to replace yourself will die first. He has been covered with cameras all over Moscow, and no one can copy the story of the raid on Beria and kill himself. He sat quietly for a while and watched these old men line up to die, who were all about the same age anyway.

   "Chairman, I'm done, should I start now?" Captain Valya walked in with a smile. Little Valya is now the life secretary of the chairman of the KGB, which is the job of Issemotti at the time. The little girl is really happy. Shelov really doesn't know what the other party is happy about. If it had been twenty years earlier, maybe he would have thought that the other party would fall in love with him. But now?

   "Okay!" Shelov reached out and grabbed his long hair and went to another room for a haircut. When he was young, he preferred to have long, fluttering hair. But now that I am older, I still feel that my hair should be kept clean and fresh. A man should have the appearance of a man, and he should be able to reflect the characteristics of his man.

   But having said that, Serov still remembers that the rock boom in the 1980s swept the world, and the most obvious thing was hairstyles. When later generations saw the photos of the 1980s, many people thought that generation was crazy. Some measures should be taken to deal with it.

  When he was cutting his hair, he always closed his eyes and didn't look at the mirror, and naturally he couldn't see himself in the mirror. Naturally, he couldn't see the life secretary who cut his hair, and the looming friendship in his eyes. He would have discovered it twenty years ago, but Serov, who is now in his fifties, simply thinks that way.

   "Thank you!" Shelov, who felt a lot more relaxed, thanked him gently. He hasn't changed, and he still likes young and beautiful. Even if there is no meaning in this regard, it is naturally better for young girls in terms of attitude.

   "It's nothing, I'm also a little unskilled, and I'll be better in the future." Captain Valya replied in a flustered voice. Seeing Serov get up and leave, she stood there for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, her eyes flashed with a firm look.

   "Chairman, Pahlavi has left Iran." Servanov, the director of the General Affairs Office, pushed the door anxiously. The voice had penetrated before anyone came in, showing how important this matter was.

Sheloff was washing his hair while standing. Hearing this, he suddenly raised his head and threw the mirror in front of him full of water. Even his self in the mirror became a little blurry. He took out the towel and said while wiping his face, "The Americans have given up After Pahlavi, he was still thrown out of Iran like a dog, and we have to prove with practical actions that the Americans made mistakes."

  The United States does not give up Pahlavi, Iran may have a civil war, but the Soviet Union may not necessarily win. But now? The leaders of the reactionary forces have been abandoned, and all forces are on the same starting line.

"Call the major committee members and the four vice-chairmen immediately, and hold a meeting to study the Iranian issue. It's time to take action!" Serov threw the towel into the washbasin after wiping his face and said, "Let's look at the United States. Do people dare to fight across the ocean again?" (To be continued~^~)