Chapter 281
Just as Comrade Stalin was filling in Yuri's name on the list of chairmen of the Executive Bureau of the Disarmament Working Committee , the general comrade who had had a romantic night had just woken up from his sleep. In his report to Comrade Stalin, Beria exaggerated a little. In fact, last night was the first time that Yuri had slept with Lygia and the first time he had stayed in her dormitory.
Mencius said: "When people are young, they admire their parents; when they know what beauty is, they admire young women." This means that as long as people know what beauty is, they will begin to admire young and beautiful people. This is human nature. Yuri is still a person after all, so it is normal to like young and beautiful women.
Ligia was introduced to him by Colonel Yuri Alexandrovich Alexandrov. Well, this comrade colonel is the current director of the Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe, the son of old Alexandrov.
As a Belarusian, Ligia was definitely not a stranger to Yuri. As she said, almost everyone in Belarus knew Yuri's name because he was promoted as the liberator of Belarus.
As a couple who have just known each other for less than a week, it is pure nonsense to say that they have any feelings for each other. It is very likely that Ligia has a crush on Yuri, or she is attracted to him because of his identity. As for Yuri, he is purely attracted by his beauty.
She is indeed beautiful. Lygia possesses the gorgeous beauty that is unique to young Belarusian women. She has skin as white as snow, is tall and has long legs, and her facial features are delicate and very three-dimensional. Moreover, she is also a ballet dancer with an amazing figure.
But even so, Yuri didn't expect anything to happen directly with this girl who was more than ten years younger than him last night. He just simply sent the girl back. As for what happened later, it was not in his plan at all.
Lygia is a single woman living in Moscow. She lives in the dormitory assigned to her by the dance troupe, which is located in the original dormitory for workers in the candy factory. It is just a small independent room. To go to work in the dance troupe, she needs to take the subway for five stops.
Waking up from his sleep and looking at the completely unfamiliar rooftop, Yuri, lying on the bed, was confused for a short moment. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was. When he regained his memory of last night and turned his head to look, he saw the girl next to him with long golden hair covering her face.
In that brief moment, a trace of regret flashed through Yuri's mind. Of course, the regret was not about having a relationship with this young and beautiful woman, but about staying overnight in this place. If nothing unexpected happened, his guards should still be waiting outside.
This kind of old workers' community is often crowded with people, and it would definitely have a bad impact if he stayed here alone.
However, such thoughts only flashed through his mind and were soon thrown out of his mind. When he woke up in the morning, his energy was at its highest. Now, with such a beauty in front of him, and a completely new beauty to him, how could he be worthy of himself if he didn't enjoy her.
He turned over and gently brushed away the messy hair on Ligia's face, revealing her delicate little face. Yuri didn't do much preliminary work, but directly spread her snow-white legs and pressed himself on top. After playing with her last night, he found another attractive thing about this girl, that is, her facial expressions were very rich, especially when doing that kind of thing, it could bring him endless sense of accomplishment.
The war between the man and the woman lasted for nearly half an hour. When Yuri put down Ligia's right leg that was high on his shoulder at the window, he felt reluctant to do so. This extremely flexible and submissive girl gave him extraordinary enjoyment.
There was a knock on the door, ruining Yuri's plan to spend the whole day here. He frowned, let go of his hand that was still on the girl's chest, turned around, raised his voice and asked, "What's going on?"
"General, someone from the General Political Department is coming," Arseni's voice came from outside the door. I don't know if this guy has been guarding the door all night.
General Political Department? Yuri frowned, whispered to Ligia to comfort her, and then said, "I understand."
Silence returned outside the door, but Yuri could not delay any longer. Although he didn't know why the people from the General Political Department wanted to see him, it was business after all.
There was no 24-hour hot water supply in Ligia's dormitory, so Yuri simply washed up and got dressed before going out.
Outside the door, four or five guards stood in a dim corridor. This kind of dormitory, which was similar to a tube building, had residents on both sides of the corridor. Due to the war, housing in Moscow was currently quite tight. Dormitories like Ligia's were sometimes arranged for a whole family to live in.
Perhaps because of the presence of the guards, the corridor was so quiet that there was not even a sound. The public bathroom and kitchen were right next to Lygia's dormitory, and there was no one there at this time either.
Yuri didn't pay attention to these things. It was not his concern. Surrounded by the guards, he went straight downstairs and met someone from the General Political Department at the entrance of the building. He received a notice from him: Comrade Bulganin wanted to see him, and the sooner the better.
Yuri had a headache. Bulganin came to him at this time and sent the notice here accurately. He guessed that what he wanted to talk about would not be a good thing. Could it be related to his private life?
After sending the guy who gave the notice away, Yuri got in his car and headed straight for the General Political Department.
During the Battle of Moscow, the General Political Department moved out of the center of Moscow and moved to Pirogovka in the town of Dawn in the northeastern suburbs. However, with the end of the battle, it moved back one after another. However, since the previous office building of the General Political Department was severely damaged in the war and has not been fully restored until now, it is temporarily working in the headquarters of the National Defense Committee.
This was Yuri's first time to come to the headquarters building of the National Defense Committee. It was quite magical to say that he had never been to this place once in the four years of war. All war-related issues were resolved in Comrade Stalin's office. It can be seen that this place can be regarded as a decoration.
Come to think of it, there is nothing wrong with it. The bigwigs of the National Defense Committee usually either hang around Comrade Stalin or have their own things to be in charge of. Who would come here?
The General Political Department's office was on the third floor of the building. Yuri was wearing a military uniform with shoulder straps, and nothing stopped him on his way up the stairs. Just as he was about to reach the third floor, a man came towards him from the right side of the corridor on the third floor.
This man was tall and handsome, wearing a political worker's uniform that was straight without a wrinkle. Judging from his epaulettes, he was a major general. What's more, Yuri knew this man, and according to the historical trajectory of his previous life, this man would become the gravedigger of Khrushchev's political life in the future.
"Comrade General Yuri Arkhipovich Kulyokov," the man stopped in his tracks when he saw Yuri, then saluted in a standard military salute and greeted loudly, "Good morning!"
"Good morning, Comrade Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev," Yuri returned the salute and smiled.
His eyes swept over the file bag in the other person's hand, and he smiled and asked another question: "Why, do you have a new work arrangement?"
The file bag Brezhnev was holding was brown, with the General Political Department's special stamp on it. It was a standard cadre resume file bag that would not be used indiscriminately. It must contain Brezhnev's resume. As for the seal on the seal of the file bag, it was a special seal for cadre transfers. Of course, this was a backup of the resume. When there was a new personnel appointment, the person concerned needed to take this with him to take office.
We really need to thank Comrade Malenkov for this system, because it was he who invented it, and many countries will be using it in the next few decades, or even longer.
"Yes, Comrade General," Comrade Brezhnev, who was less than 40 years old at the time, seemed very happy that Yuri would remember his name. He replied, "The organization has arranged for me to work in Zaporizhia Oblast. I will report this week."
"Well, you can definitely do it," Yuri praised without hesitation, and then asked, "Where is Comrade Bulganin?"
"Ah, I'll take you there," Brezhnev turned around and walked half a step behind Yuri's left, smiling, "Please go this way, Comrade General."
In fact, after such a long time in this world, Yuri no longer has any idea about people like Brezhnev. He will not consider someone according to the history of his previous life, even if this person is dangerous. Otherwise, the first person he would deal with would definitely not be Brezhnev, but the two brats in Butka Village, Daritsky District, South Ural and Privolny Village, Red Army District, Stavropol Territory. Oh, and maybe the dead cripple who just finished his studies at Yaroslav Teachers College and was sent to the Academy of Social Sciences for further studies as a disabled soldier.
Leading Yuri for a dozen steps further into the corridor, Brezhnev stopped in front of an ordinary-looking door and said with a smile, "Comrade General, this is it."
As he said this, he knocked on the door twice. When he heard the voice from inside inviting someone to come , he opened the door for Yuri very servilely, and then tactfully stepped aside.
"Thank you," Yuri nodded and smiled at him. Before he turned around, he heard Bulganin's voice coming from the door.
"Come in, Comrade Yuri Arkhipovich," Bulganin was standing in front of a pot of white flowers, watering a flower that Yuri couldn't name.