Chapter 286
Yuri opened his mouth and yawned heartily. He rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the watch on his wrist. He found that it was already past seven-thirty in the morning.
He closed the pen in his hand and put it aside. He rubbed his sore neck, stood up from the chair, and turned off the desk lamp. While stretching his back, he walked to the bed in the office and reached out to open the heavy curtains.
Suddenly, the light of morning sun shone in from the window, stinging his eyes for a moment, and he squinted his eyes to adapt for a while. Yuri yawned unconsciously and subconsciously touched his pocket to light a cigarette.
As his hand reached his pocket, he remembered that he had smoked all the cigarettes last night, a whole pack of cigarettes in one night. He smacked his lips and thought to himself that he should control his smoking addiction, as he had obviously smoked too much recently.
But then I think again, the situation in the last two days has been somewhat special. The Disarmament Working Group has already started the preliminary work for the establishment of its organization, and many complex issues need to be resolved within this period of time. Just like last night, I didn't sleep the whole night, and I definitely couldn't have gotten through it without smoking.
Thinking this in his mind, Yuri just felt helpless. No, he had to find a pack of cigarettes to satisfy his craving.
Pushing the window open a crack, he turned around and walked towards the office door.
After walking two steps, it suddenly occurred to me that I am now a leader with a secretary, and there are four phones on my desk. Wouldn't it be a waste if I don't use the phones?
Shaking his head and laughing at himself, Yuri walked back to his desk, reached out and took the black phone from the table, shook the handle twice, and picked up the receiver.
This is a dedicated line with no operator in between, and it is directly connected to the secretary's office next door.
The busy tone in the receiver sounded for only a moment before someone answered. A young, still somewhat childish voice asked, "Comrade Chairman, this is Vladimir."
"Vladimir, get me a pack of cigarettes," Yuri said with a smile.
"Okay," the young man said into the phone, and then fell silent, obviously waiting for him to hang up.
"Also, I'm a little hungry, let's see if there's anything to eat," Yuri thought for a moment and added before hanging up the phone.
That's right, this young man is Yuri's current working secretary, not a personal secretary or a security secretary, but a working secretary. He was selected by Yuri himself four days ago and transferred from the Volgograd Komsomol. If Yuri hadn't specifically transferred him from the list of promoted cadres of the Komsomol, he would have been the second secretary of the Volgograd District Komsomol by now.
However, Yuri did not ruin the other party's career. On the contrary, the 20-year-old boy was very excited about the opportunity to be transferred from Volgograd to Moscow and work in the Kremlin.
Yes, Yuri's current office is in the Kremlin, and it is just downstairs from Comrade Stalin's private office. Currently, the entire eastern half of the first floor of this office building belongs to the Disarmament Working Committee, and Yuri's office is the office of the Chairman of the Executive Bureau.
This office location was specially arranged in accordance with Comrade Stalin's instructions. The reason for arranging it here is that Comrade Stalin wanted to keep an eye on the work of the committee at any time. This also shows his emphasis on the Disarmament Working Committee.
About three or four minutes later, someone knocked on the office door from outside.
"Come in," Yuri looked in the direction of the door and said in a deep voice.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and a short but handsome young man walked in. He walked quickly to Yuri's desk, put a pack of cigarettes on the table, and said, "Comrade Chairman, your cigarettes. I have asked someone to prepare breakfast. Please wait a little longer."
There were obvious bloodshot in the young man's eyes, but he looked very energetic, with a sunny smile on his handsome face.
"Didn't you sleep last night?" Yuri looked the other person up and down and asked with a smile.
"No," the young man scratched his head and smiled, "I have sorted out the personnel lists and related files you gave me. Do you need them now?"
"Don't be so anxious," Yuri said, "make sure to get more rest."
After a pause, he asked again: "Have you arranged the accommodation?"
"It has been arranged, Comrade Chairman," the young man replied hastily.
"Well, go ahead, get some sleep, and wait..." Yuri subconsciously raised his hand and looked at his watch again before saying, "Wait until 10 o'clock and send the information over."
"Yes, Comrade Chairman," the young man responded.
"Go ahead," Yuri waved his hand, sending the other man away.
Yuri was very caring towards this young man who had just become his secretary. The reason why he took such good care of him was because he had heard of this young man's name in his previous life. Of course, at that time this man was no longer a young man, but a frustrated old man.
The young man's name is Vladimir, Vladimir Alexandrovich Kryuchkov, the last chairman of the KGB and also Putin's former superior.
In fact, many people in the newly formed Disarmament Working Committee became famous figures in later generations, especially those young people specially transferred by Yuri, such as Krichkov, Ligachev, and Chernenko.
Yuri could make very few decisions on personnel issues in the Executive Bureau, and it was impossible for him to handle personnel matters, but he could still decide on some young clerks. Perhaps out of some persistence that he himself could not feel, or perhaps out of pure bad taste, Yuri specifically transferred a group of people he was familiar with in his previous life through the Communist Youth League and the General Political Department.
In Yuri's opinion, the work of the Executive Bureau is actually very training, and for these young people, the sooner they get this training opportunity, the sooner they will have the chance to climb up. In his previous life, he had no feelings about the disintegration of the Soviet Union, but in this life, although he was unwilling to deliberately cause trouble for certain people, he was also unwilling to let the historical trajectory of his previous life continue to evolve in that way. After all, he had also contributed a lot to this country.
After washing his face in the bathroom in the office to wake himself up, Yuri returned to his desk, lit a cigarette, and continued to read the documents that he had not finished reading all night.
At present, he is no longer the sole person responsible for the organizational structure of the entire Executive Bureau. Comrade Stalin has handed over the detailed work to the Secretariat under the Secretariat. Those who are specifically responsible for this kind of work are obviously more adept at doing this kind of thing. In just a few days, they will produce a large document that is more than ten centimeters thick.
As the chairman of the executive bureau, Yuri needed to read the documents first, pick out the parts he thought had problems, give his own opinions, and then hand them over to Comrade Stalin for his personal review. After he made the final decision, he would hand it over to a specialized person to implement it.
In addition, at the request of Comrade Stalin, the State Planning Commission also gave him a copy of the practical draft of the Fourth Five-Year Plan. Based on this draft, he needed to determine the specific work that the Executive Bureau of the Disarmament Commission needed to complete in the next five years.
Yuri felt a headache whenever he thought about the work arrangements of the Executive Bureau. Comrade Stalin was never a patient leader, that's right, never, he was an impatient person, a typical person who loved to show off.
Perhaps the prospects Yuri had described to him were too wonderful, so Comrade Stalin could not wait for the completion of the first five-year plan. He needed the Disarmament Working Committee's construction work to show him results every year.
The Soviet Union today is a completely planned economy. The pace of national economic construction is carried out and completed step by step according to the original plan. However, at the macro level, it is always arranged with a five-year work plan. As for the Disarmament Working Committee, Comrade Stalin did not give the so-called five-year construction time, but a simple and crude single-year plan. The work plan he asked Yuri to make was what work to be done this year and what goals to achieve.
Specifically, the Engineering Construction Corps is going to build a certain number of kilometers of roads and railways, and construct a certain number of engineering projects within this year; the Production and Construction Corps is going to build a certain number of collective farms, develop a certain number of acres of wasteland, and harvest a certain amount of grain; the Technical Corps is going to invest in a certain number of project construction, and so on.
Moreover, Stalin did not want the entire Disarmament Working Committee to produce an overall performance, but required all subordinate agencies of the Executive Bureau to produce their own performance. This way of planning and construction through administrative orders is really a headache.
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door again.
"Come in," Yuri said in a muffled voice, without looking up, as he looked at the documents in front of him.
Young comrade Vladimir pushed the door open with a tray in his hand. He saw Yuri sitting behind his desk, reading documents carefully, and his eyes flashed with admiration. Even his steps became lighter.
Comrade Vladimir has just left his grassroots technical position and has devoted himself to the work of the Communist Youth League with the passion of young people. It can be said that young people like him are the purest, most passionate and most faithful group of people in this country. Therefore, when he saw Yuri working all night, he couldn't control his admiration. However, what the young man didn't know was that the comrade he admired, the general, was sleeping with women all night, and things like today only happened occasionally.
