As a way of interpersonal communication, chat can never be simply understood as a simple verb, or even a change of intonation, which can give it many different meanings. In Victor's view, what the woman in front of him said The "chat" is obviously not understood only from the literal meaning.

Well, Victor can shamelessly admit that he is more handsome, at least in line with the aesthetic standards of Eastern Slavs, but even so, he does not believe that women like Valentina will be the first because of their appearance. The first time I see myself, I will be interested in myself.

As the saying goes: Nothing to show courtesy, no evil is to steal. Victor likes "nothing", likes "diligence", um, also likes "rape", but he has to beware of "pirates". This has nothing to do with character defects such as suspicious nature, purely because the profession he is engaged in requires him to be more vigilant.

"That's my pleasure, Miss Valentina," Victor said with a smile despite his vigilance, with an impeccable attitude.

"Miss Xerona," Vyacheslav on the side interjected again, "I really like your movie. The Lisa you played in "The Grumpy Girl" has always been my dream girl, I ..."

The young man's emotions seemed very agitated, he obviously didn't notice Valentina's indifference to him.

"Oh, thank you," Valentina glanced at him and said faintly, "but the characters in the movie are just fictional, I am not Lisa, I just reproduced her in the movie."

After this sentence, she turned to Victor again, and a charming smile quickly appeared on her indifferent face: "Mr. Victor, you haven't answered me yet. Is that story really true?"

Although in various previous propaganda, "The Dawn Here is Quiet" is derived from real events, and the propaganda department even found some prototypes in the story, some people will believe this kind of propaganda, and naturally some people will not. I would believe that for a woman like Valentina, she obviously did not follow the rhetoric in the propaganda.

"Of course, does Miss Valentina think it is fictitious?" Victor said with a smile. He doesn't care whether this woman believes it or not. She can doubt it in her heart, but if she dares to spread her doubts around, it is estimated that she even owns herself. This glamorous skin can't be kept. Was Comrade Danov really good-tempered that day?

"Of course not," Valentina said with a chuckle, "I just think this story is really touching."

"Miss Valentina, touching stories like this are everywhere in our front-line combat troops," Victor said, raising his voice. "Even in the rear, there are countless touching stories for the victory of this war. What happens every moment, the key is whether you have the patience to discover and explore them."

Turning his gaze, Victor looked at Vyacheslav, who was obviously a little lost, and said: "For example, Comrade Vyacheslav, he can stand here today, it means that he must also have some touching stories in his body, isn’t it? ?"

Hearing what he said, Comrade Vyacheslav's spirit was shaken, a small face instantly flushed, and two slightly thin lips trembled twice, as if he was about to say something.

At this moment, a figure came up from the stairs behind Victor. He saw Victor standing at the end of the line. He stopped and said, "Comrade Victor Victorovich, why are you here?"

Viktor turned his head and found that it was Comrade Boskrebeshev. He hurriedly stood up straight and said: "Hello, Comrade Alexander Nikolayevich, I have already registered in the registry. ..."

"Well," Poskrebeshev interrupted him, and said with a smile, "I didn't make it clear in advance. Next time you come back, you don't need to register at the registration desk and go directly to the special room on the first floor. Just find me everywhere. Comrade Stalin is very concerned about the guerrilla area of ​​the Propyat River, and is now anxious to see you."

Victor hesitated and asked, "Isn’t Comrade Moskalenko in charge of the work in the guerrilla zone now?"

Poskrebeshev opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but held back. He gestured to Victor to please, motioning him to follow him.

Victor first smiled and nodded towards Valentina and Vyacheslav, and then followed Boskrebeshev to the inside of the corridor.

"You know, Comrade Moskalenko is mainly responsible for the work of the garrison in Moscow. Therefore, there is some neglect in dealing with the guerrilla area," Poskrebeshev walked side by side with him, whispered. "When Comrade Stalin wanted him to ask a question, he was confused about something, so..."

So what, Poskrebeshev did not say, and Victor guessed that the matter might not be as lightly as he said.

Comrade Stalin’s temper was not generally violent, and his demands on his subordinates were not generally high. He could remove the position of head of the operations department of the general staff because Vatutin could not answer two questions, and naturally he would not give the same answer. Moskalenko's face is good, no problem.

However, for Victor, he now has no time to sympathize with Comrade Moskalenko, and more, he still has to consider his own situation.

Speaking of Victor really is a bit innocent. He has not been responsible for the guerrilla affairs for a long time. To be precise, this job has been handed over to Moskalenko since he was transferred to the General Staff Intelligence Bureau. Now, Comrade Stalin is dissatisfied with Moskalenko's work and recruits him again. What does it mean? Is it because he wants to delegate this work to him again?

Don’t be kidding me. Victor doesn’t have the energy to take charge of the guerrilla work anymore. He is in charge of the work of the General Staff Intelligence Bureau on one hand and the NKVD’s work on the Internal Intelligence Bureau on the other. In the case of clone skills, it is impossible to have more time to take charge of the guerrilla work.

As for the consultation that Comrade Stalin might make next, to be honest, Victor is unlikely to answer. After all, he has been away from the guerrilla department for several months, and the situation behind enemy lines is changing rapidly. The information in his mind has long been changed. It's out of date, how do you answer Comrade Stalin's question?

But even so, Victor has to thank Boskrebeshev, the ugly big secret comrade, who is really a good man. What he is saying to Victor now is not to pass on Moscaren. Comrade Ke's joke is instead reminding Victor what kind of problems he will face next, so that he has a mental preparation that will not be slapped by the time.

Following Poskrebeshev, Victor squeezed past the crowd and walked to the door of Comrade Stalin's office.

The people waiting in the corridor were all seven or eight steps away from this door. Two soldiers from the Political Security Bureau with guns blocked them and did not allow them to approach. When Victor followed Poskrebeshev and walked past them, he could clearly feel the focused eyes.

Yes, the people gathered around Comrade Stalin have a clear hierarchy. Those closest to him are those who are eligible to enter the private villa of Comrade Stalin. They are the core of power in this country. The second-class people are those who have "red telephones" in the office. They can talk directly to Comrade Stalin and report on their work. Once again, there is no need to line up or register when meeting Comrade Stalin. Such people are generally responsible for the work that Comrade Stalin is more concerned about. As for those who need to line up, those who have to go back and wait for time after registration, and those who don't even have the qualifications to enter the Kremlin, there is no need to say more.

If you rank according to this level, Victor's position is at least not very back, but it is not realistic to say how high his position is. But among the people present, he was at least the top-notch one.

Standing at the door of Comrade Stalin’s office, Comrade Poskrebeshev had already gone in to report. The moment he just opened the door, Victor took a sneak peek into the room. As a result, he only saw the room with his back. In the direction of the door, there was a person standing there, but he could not recognize his identity.

Less than a minute after Poskrebeshev entered, he opened the door and walked out again. He smiled at Victor and made a gesture to invite him in.

Victor hurriedly stood up straight and walked in a big step. This was the first time he had entered Comrade Stalin's office.

In the office, Comrade Stalin was standing behind his office, looking down at something, his iconic pipe was dangling from his mouth, and there was not the slightest expression on his face without anger and prestige.

And on a sofa not far from the desk, there is an old man sitting quietly...really an old man with half white hair and wrinkled face. The short beard on the chin is also white and white. His body is dry and thin. As if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Comrade Mikhail Ivanovich Kalinin, Victor recognized the old man at a glance.

This old man can be said to be the oldest comrade in the Soviet Communist Party. After the victory of the October Revolution, he has been a member of the Central Committee of the Soviet Communist Party. In 1919, he began to serve as the nominal head of state of the Soviet Union. He can be said to have done it for a lifetime.

But having said that, a person with such a special status has a very low feeling in today's CPSU. Moreover, the old man is very humble and low-key, and belongs to the kind of temper that no one can sin against.

When he saw Victor walk in the door, the veteran Bolshevik party member even owed his body with a smile, and said hello to Victor.