Chapter 106 Old Leader
It was still cold in Moscow in late April, and a drizzle that came quietly added a bit of chilliness to the chill.
In the dilapidated building on Lukovo Street in Moscow, Yuri, who was sweating all over, slowly rolled down from Gerlyosha's soft body, took a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it, letting the woman beside him kiss his sweaty chest again and again. After a long time, he took her head, smiled and kissed her forehead, and said, "You devil, I will be squeezed dry by you sooner or later."
Gerlyosha smiled charmingly, turned over and sat up, put on a pair of slippers and walked to the bedroom, saying, "I'll get you some hot water so you can take a bath later."
Yuri nodded but said nothing.
When Yuri arrived in Moscow last night, he did not go to the accommodation arranged for him by the General Staff, but came here directly. He had not planned on doing anything, he just wanted to talk to Geryosha to fill the loneliness in his heart, but who knew that they would end up talking in bed.
Anton had been transferred to the Moscow War Mobilization Committee, and the place he was transferred to was Ust-Avam, because they needed "enthusiastic lumberjacks" like him. Yuri asked around and found out that Ust-Avam was in the Pinasiya River Basin in the Taimyr Autonomous Region, a desert area in northern Siberia, where there was a large factory specializing in the production of wooden rifle stocks.
Anton was not the only one who had a job transfer. Gerlyosha was no longer in her original unit. Although her personnel relationship was still with the Petrov Theatre, she was seconded to the cultural and propaganda department under the Municipal Party Committee, on the grounds that they needed experienced cultural workers like her.
Not only that, the Moscow City Housing and Public Utilities Committee also sent someone to find Geryosha, saying that they were planning to move her to a new house less than 200 meters away from her workplace. It was a three-bedroom house with a bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. She only had to pay a symbolic rent of 49 kopecks per month.
However, Gerlyosha rejected the committee's good intentions, thinking that the current place was good enough. The neighbors' attitude towards her became better and better. Whenever anyone met her, they would greet her warmly. When every household improved their lives, they would symbolically send her some delicious food.
Of course, Gerlyosha also knows where these changes come from, so she is now very low-key .
This world is so realistic. A person's weight in the eyes of others often has nothing to do with his character or moral standards, but is related to the power he holds.
Anton was transferred to the barren northern Siberia. Although there were good reasons in name, those who knew the inside story understood that he was transferred there because some big shot disliked him. As for who the big shot was, no one was very clear about it. Yuri also knew the inside story. Comrade Bulganin had complained about him to Comrade Stalin, but Stalin didn't take it seriously at the time. Later, after the victory of the counterattack in the Klin direction, Comrade Stalin brought up the old matter again and personally asked Malenkov about Yuri's personal life. He also mentioned Bulganin in a casual way , saying that this person was not mature enough politically and couldn't distinguish the priorities.
Comrade Malenkov was obviously very mature politically. He not only understood the meaning of the music, but also expanded on it. So, the committee member personally inquired about Geryosha's situation, and soon afterwards, Anton was transferred away.
There is no doubt that the weight of each person is different, and on the scale of measuring this, a hundred Antons cannot suppress one Yuri. Therefore, no one cares about his misery, and transferring him to northern Siberia is actually a relief for him.
In fact, Malenkov personally asked about this matter, not without the intention of winning over Yuri. In the past, he might have been a little wary of this young man with outstanding military achievements, worried that Yuri would have political ambitions, but since the incident with Gerlyosha, Malenkov no longer had this fear. He believed that Yuri was just a man who could fight, but lacked political foresight because of his greed for enjoyment. People who have abilities but also have a lot of problems are the best to use.
Gerlyosha quickly prepared hot water for Yuri, and while it was still early, the two of them stayed in the newly purchased large bathtub for nearly an hour. When they came out of the bath, it was almost 9 o'clock.
"I won't come here at noon today," Yuri said, wearing his military uniform. He looked energetic again. He stood in front of the mirror and combed his hair. "I may have to go directly to the front line this afternoon, so I won't be able to come back to say goodbye to you."
"Is the war going to start again?" The naked Gerlyosha came over, hugged Yuri from behind, and said softly.
"We have been fighting all the time, dear. The peace during this period is only temporary." Yuri turned his head and kissed her pink lips, smiling, "But you can rest assured that my luck has always been good. From the outbreak of the war to now, I have only been injured once, oh, twice."
"Be sure to protect yourself," Gerlyosha said, kissing his cheek. She was very satisfied with her current life and didn't want any accidents to happen.
"Don't worry, I will." Yuri nodded and said.
After having breakfast at Gerlyosha's house, Eureka went out at half past nine.
The drizzle was still falling outside, and outside the old building, two jeeps had been parked there for who knows how long.
Seeing Yuri appear at the door of the building, Arseny hurriedly ran up with an umbrella. Even if the rain was so light that it could be ignored, he was determined not to let even a drop of rain fall on his leader's head - now Arseny was increasingly losing the temperament of a soldier, and instead seemed like a complete bootlicker.
But we can't blame Arseny for being a lackey. Last month, his parents and a younger brother just came to Moscow from the countryside. His younger brother is now studying , and his parents have their own jobs. These were all arrangements made by Yuri for him, so he is naturally grateful.
Most importantly, Yuri had asked for his opinion and wanted to arrange for him to serve as a staff officer in the newly formed infantry army, which meant that he would be promoted to major and leave the ranks of lieutenants. However, Arseni still chose to stay and continue to be Yuri's guard, which made Yuri scold him severely and said that he had no ambition.
"Go to Arbat Street, the Ukrainian Office in Moscow." After getting in the car, Yuri said to the driver in front without waiting to sit down.
This morning, Yuri planned to visit someone, an old acquaintance and also an old superior.
That’s right, this person is Comrade Khrushchev. He has been in Moscow in the past two days. It is reasonable for Yuri to visit him.
The jeep started quickly and drove towards the Garden Ring Road. After about half an hour, it arrived at Arbat Street.
The Ukrainian Embassy in Moscow on Arbat Street is not large. After all, there are corresponding offices of the Ukrainian Ministry in the Kremlin and government buildings, and this place is mainly used to arrange accommodation for Ukrainian officials.
Yuri registered at the guard room and revealed his identity before asking about Comrade Khrushchev's room. However, the guard did not tell him directly, but called Khrushchev's secretary and asked. After receiving a positive answer, he told Yuri the room number.
After getting Khrushchev's room number from the guard, Yuri went straight to the third floor. When he came out of the stairwell and walked into the corridor, he saw a short, fat man standing at the door of a room with a smile on his face. Who else could it be but Khrushchev?
I haven't seen Khrushchev for such a long time. He has obviously lost a lot of weight. But come to think of it, he must have had a hard time during this period. Most of Ukraine fell into the hands of the Germans. The only area that the Soviet army can still firmly control is a small area in the southern part of eastern Ukraine, such as Donetsk.
As the first secretary of Ukraine, Khrushchev had a lot to do. The most important thing was that he had to always prepare for the liberation of Ukraine, or at least the recapture of Kiev.
"Hello, Comrade Military Commissar," Yuri walked quickly up to Khrushchev, gave him a standard military salute, and said loudly with joy.
In fact, Khrushchev is no longer the military commissar of the Southwestern Front, and Yuri himself is no longer affiliated with the Southwestern Front, but he still uses the past title, if for no other reason, because it seems more intimate.
Sure enough, Khrushchev did not correct his address, but smiled even more happily. He shook Yuri's hand and said in his unique nasal tone: "Borenka, Borenka, I haven't seen you for such a long time. You seem to have matured a lot."
"I didn't feel it," Yuri scratched his scalp with a simple look and smiled.
"Don't be too modest," Khrushchev laughed, patted his shoulder, and said angrily, "I have been paying attention to you all this time. By chance, haven't you been promoted to colonel?"
"It's all thanks to Comrade Stalin, you, and the trust of the Supreme Command," Yuri flattered him. After all, Khrushchev was also a member of the Military Committee.
"Come on, sit down in the room and talk," Khrushchev did not comment on his flattery, but patted him on the back and invited him into the room.
Deep down, Khrushchev was very pleased that Yuri came to visit him. At least this showed that Yuri had not forgotten his old leader.
