Winter is not a friendly season for the elderly, especially in the winter of the Soviet Union. Furtseva brought her wind and frost into the house and couldn't help but put her hands to her mouth and breathe.

"Mother, how's the first secretary?" Alexeyev stepped forward to meet his mother and let Furtseva sit down, the old one still grabbed her mother's hand and breathed.

"Chernenko's situation is not good. After meeting Hamer at the end of the year, he hasn't been in a while.

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