Chapter 77: Untitled
The evolution of history has a traceable pattern, but this pattern is only a general direction, while the details are full of coincidences - the interplay of necessity and coincidence makes history more colorful.
As an outsider whose soul traveled from the future, Yuri's existence is illogical. Under the pressure from all sides and under unbearable burdens, the bold decisions he made are bound to be appalling.
The previous train of thought had reached a dead end, which meant that according to the history he had known, his future would probably be very bad. Since the train of thought had reached a dead end, he could change his train of thought and start over. But since the history he had known didn't work, couldn't he consider changing this damn history and starting over with a history that worked for him?
Once a thought appeared in his mind, it was obviously not so easy to clear it out. Although Yuri knew that this thought was very dangerous and might lead to his downfall once it was actually carried out, he felt it was worth fighting for it considering the cost-effectiveness.
However, this matter must be handled with caution. If Yuri wants to become the chess piece that can change history in the future, there is still a lot he needs to do. At least one thing is that he must continue to climb up and strive to reach a high enough level before the end of the war and before Comrade Stalin passes away. Otherwise, everything is over.
There was a roar of applause in the theater, and it was estimated that the performance was about to begin. Yuri adjusted his mood, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it hard, then clenched his still trembling hands tightly, turned around and walked into the side door.
From this moment on, Yuri decided to enjoy life while fighting hard. Since Comrade Beria liked to plant spies around others, snoop on others' privacy, and catch others' handles, he had to cooperate well and let him catch enough handles. After all, only in this way could the old man feel at ease. Moreover, Yuri had reason to believe that as long as his performance on the battlefield was good enough and did not touch Beria's interests, some minor mistakes and problems would not make the old man think of punishing him.
No one is perfect, this is a true saying. A person who performs well in all aspects and abides by the rules will often be seen as a threat by others, because that only proves that this person is self-disciplined, and self-disciplined people often have ambitions.
However, after being outside in the wind for more than ten minutes, when Yuri returned to the theater, he was shocked to find that the first floor of seats, which had originally only been occupied by a few people, was now completely crowded.
"Comrade Yuri Arkhipovich," Vreka came up to him from the front as Yuri was walking to his seat. He complained, "Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time and thought you were gone."
"Sorry, I just went outside to smoke a cigarette." Yuri said with a smile.
"Hurry up and take your seats, the show will start soon." Hearing what he said, Vreka could no longer complain. He smiled and said, "Remember to watch carefully. If you like it, please tell me. This is a task that Comrade Georgy Maximilianovich Malenkov personally assigned to me."
"Don't worry, I can't wait any longer," Yuri smiled and said in an ambiguous tone.
"That's good, that's good," Vreka said with a smile, "Come on, I'll take you there."
Just as Veleka finished speaking, a host in an evening gown on the stage began to announce the first program, which was a short ballet performed by the Moscow Ballet.
Yuri followed Vreka, walked to his seat, sat down, crossed his legs, and began to relax and watch the show - sometimes it is like this, before a decision is made, you will always be uneasy and full of worries, but once you make up your mind, your mentality will calm down.
The ballet performed on the stage was a skit, the famous "The Dying Swan". When the violin music sounded, all the lights in the theater went out. A moment later, a lamppost lit up on the stage. Inside the lamppost, an actress came out swaying on her toes.
To be honest, Yuri didn't like watching this kind of dance drama. Whether in his past life or this life, his appreciation ability was very limited. This kind of dance drama was too obscure for him. He didn't understand what it meant at all, nor did he know how to appreciate the actors' dancing postures. In his opinion, this kind of dance drama seemed to be just about the lines of the actresses' legs and the large areas of white breasts exposed. Apart from that, there was nothing to watch.
The whole ballet lasts not long, only about four or five minutes. As the dancer prostrated herself on the ground and curled up into a ball, the lights on the stage gradually dimmed. Then, warm applause rang out in the theater, mixed with whistles and shouts of "Gasleva".
Amid the noise, the lights in the theater came back on. The actor on the stage stood up and thanked the audience in the unique posture of a ballet dancer. Yuri guessed that this person might be called Gasleva, and she seemed to be quite famous in Moscow.
After the actors left the stage, the host did not come on stage. Instead, a group of people came up from both sides of the stage. These people, both men and women, were all wearing traditional Russian costumes. They lined up in two rows on the stage.
Soon the music started, a very cheerful dance music, and the actors began to dance to the music, a very unrestrained and mixed dance. In Yuri's opinion, this dance at least mixed many dance elements such as ballet, tap dance, traditional Ukrainian Gopak and traditional Russian bear dance. In short, the dance was very cheerful, the atmosphere was very warm, and the audience applauded, whistled and cheered continuously.
Yuri was also quite happy watching the performance and couldn't help clapping along with the rhythm of the music. He thought that Russian dancing was actually quite good, passionate and unrestrained, and could easily infect others.
The dance performance lasted for about seven or eight minutes. The actors rearranged themselves into two rows amid warm applause. The host then came on stage and began to introduce the actors one by one. It was not until then that Yuri realized that these were not professional actors, but employees from the Moscow Yutuzov First Mechanical Equipment Plant.
Well, it's a blind date after all, so having someone show off their skills will undoubtedly attract more attention and increase the chances of a successful blind date. But... doesn't everyone have to go on stage to perform?
With this suspicion, Yuri began to pay attention to the side door of the stage. Sure enough, after the host introduced the identities of the performers and the performers disappeared behind the scenes, Yuri saw a group of people rushing out of the side door and mixing into the audience seats.
As expected, this is such a crappy arrangement. But when I received the notice before, the person who issued the notice did not ask us to prepare any programs?
Just when Yuri was feeling uneasy, the host on the stage, after a long speech, began to introduce the next program: female chorus "The Hawthorn Tree", performance group, students of the First Moscow Medical University, and activists of the Leninist Komsomol.
Yuri's eyes were fixed on the stage, and he saw a dozen youthful girls coming out from behind the curtain. Counting from the front to the back, the third person was Suya, whom he had met once before.
Yuri's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly put on a smile again. He knew that his chances of success in a blind date tonight had instantly doubled. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before he would have a wife, a wife who was both a medic and an agent of the People's Commissariat for Internal Affairs. The most ironic thing was that he also had a dual identity, a soldier and the head of the secret police. He was responsible for secretly monitoring a large number of commanders of the Western Front, while his wife was responsible for monitoring him.
What's even more ironic is that this person who might be destined to become his wife, was actually preparing to sing the song he plagiarized when he "encountered" her for the second time. This is really interesting.
Also, everyone has to admit that the colleagues in the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs considered the issue comprehensively. The family members of the commanders in the army could not accompany the troops, so these resourceful colleagues chose a medical soldier for themselves. They were really considerate.
Well, a wife is just a companion. There are many people in this world who marry for the sake of living. Why can't I bear a little grievance? What's more, this comrade Su Ya is beautiful. It's not bad to marry her home and worship her as a vase.
Beautiful women can attract men's attention wherever they go, and Suya is obviously the same. She and a group of girls sang "Hawthorn Tree" on the stage, and then the host began to introduce them one by one. When Suya was introduced, there were constant whistles from the audience, and several young men ran to the side door of the stage early, and it seemed that they were ready to launch a pursuit offensive immediately.
Yuri was not in a hurry at all. If nothing unexpected happened, this innocent little flower was prepared for him by the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs. If others wanted to snatch it, they should hurry up. If they succeeded, Yuri would be happy to give in and give the other party a big red envelope.
Since Suya had already appeared, Yuri no longer paid attention to the following performances. He leaned back in his seat for a while, and when he saw Suya and her group retreat to the backstage, he stood up slowly, straightened his slightly wrinkled military coat, and walked towards Veleka who was sitting not far away.
"Comrade Yuri Arkhipovich, is there anything wrong?" Seeing Yuri coming over, Veleka stood up and asked with a smile.
"I... it's like this, I just saw the girl named Suya," Yuri pretended to be awkward and said, "We met before, on the way to Solnechnogorsk."
"I see, Suya?" Vereka understood what he meant and said, "I'll check her information and get back to you later. Oh, if you're not interested in the next show, you can sit in the lounge on the second floor for a while. I'll be there soon."
Vreka didn't know Suya's identity. He only knew that Malenkov had given him a task personally, which was to introduce Yuri to a girlfriend who would satisfy him tonight. He didn't care who she was.
