The gray Volga sedan slowly stopped in front of the towering steps of the Kremlin. A guard on duty ran forward and opened the door on the back. Before the people inside came out, he said, "God Maria, good morning."

But then he was stunned, because the one who came out of the car today was not Comrade Beria, but a young foreign man with yellow skin and dark eyes, and an Asian man.

"Good morning, too," said Chu Sinan, who opened the door, slapped his shoulder again, and then said, "But Comrade Belia is there, you recognize the wrong person, comrade."

"Oh," the guard was stunned at first, then quickly ran to the other side of the car, opened the door, and repeated the words just now.

It was not until the guards opened the car door for him that Belia slowly came out from inside, first smiled at the guards, and then walked quickly to Chu Sinan.

"Let's go, Comrade Chu Sinan, let's go in." He patted Chu Sinan's back with affectionate patting, and Belia said, "Do you still remember what I just told you? You must remember it, otherwise it will be very troublesome for you and me."

Although Chu Sinan did not speak, he nodded. Just before leaving the secret police headquarters, Belia explained some of the joys and angers and taboos of Comrade Stalin, and told Chu Sinan to remember to avoid angering Stalin when unnecessary. Chu Sinan deeply agreed with Belia's suggestion. These noble figures have always been moody and have many taboos. If he angered Stalin inadvertently, there would definitely be no good results.

Following Belia, Chu Sinan's life, no, should have stepped into the Kremlin gate for the first time in that part of the original world. In his impression, it was originally a magnificent place, but it looked ordinary and had almost no gorgeous decorations or decorations. Looking back on the part of Soviet history he had come into contact with, Chu Sinan not only deeply admired Comrade Lenin, but it was precisely because he strictly prohibited luxury and corruption, and even in the Kremlin, he was not allowed to do any large-scale decorations. It is said that this great revolutionary mentor was not allowed to live in the palace before his lifetime, except for Comrade Stalin who was irritable and liked to be quiet.

Through several wide and long corridors and several gardens in the courtyard, Belia finally stopped in a place similar to the attic. He raised his head and looked at a balcony above the attic, and then walked towards the door. Following his gaze, Chu Sinan also looked at the balcony, but found that a person's back was standing quietly. This back looked very tall and had a momentum of being arrogant without anger. Although he could not see the front face, the kind of power-heavy power that was high and holding the power could be felt clearly. At this time, Chu Sinan could almost conclude that the balcony was the original name Joseph. Later, after participating in the revolution, he gave himself a Russian dictator named Stalin, who originally meant to be "steel".

"Does Comrade Stalin have time?" Beria's voice came not far away, and he was obviously talking to someone.

"He is waiting for you on the balcony, Comrade Belia," said a woman in a slightly old voice. "He said that if you come, you will go up and see him directly. But he has a bad temper now. He just received the battle report from the previous one. It seems that the situation is not good. He just got angry and threw something, saying that he wanted to send the two marshals, Timusingo and Kulik, to the military court, and shoot them. You should be careful when you go up."

Beria nodded, turned around and greeted Chu Sinan, and then walked into the door. Chu Sinan followed closely behind, and when he passed the kind and kind old woman on the surface, he did not forget to say hello. He could not guess what the old woman was doing, but he was certainly not Stalin's wife.

Stalin's residence was also not luxurious, it looked very simple, with few decorations and old styles. Following Libea, Chu Sinan went to the second floor, walked through a hall, and came to the door leading to the balcony. Here, Chu Sinan met Stalin for the first time, a great dictator who had created countless glory but had made many mistakes. At this time, he was standing facing the door, holding his arms in front of his chest, and holding his beloved pipe in his mouth.

"Comrade Stalin, didn't you disturb you?" Belia stopped at the door and asked softly. That look made Chu Sinan easily think of a domestic wolf-like animal.

"Well, is this the Comrade Chu Sinan you mentioned?" Stalin did not answer, but looked at Chu Sinan and asked back.

"Yes, Comrade Stalin." Belia replied simply, without saying a single useless word.

"Okay, go out. I have something to say to this little comrade." Stalin waved his hand holding the pipe and said expressionlessly.

"Okay, then I'll leave first." Belia nodded, turned around and walked out. When she passed by Chu Sinan, she quietly winked at him, indicating that he would not forget the things he had said before.

After Beria disappeared into the living room, Stalin put his pipe in his mouth again, walked to a soft chair on the balcony and sat down, and said, "Come here, sit there too, well, bring a chair from inside, I have a lot of things to ask you."

Chu Sinan was not polite, and moved a chair to the balcony and sat down near Stalin. If it were placed in the past, he might have been very cramped and would have felt very awe of the "great man" in front of him. But now it is different. More than a month of prison life has allowed him to learn from the old coaches that once were unknown to Stalin. These secrets made him understand that the character in front of him is also an ordinary person. Apart from being more vicious and having a bad temper, there is nothing great. If in terms of qualifications alone, there are a few people in the prison who are more qualified than Stalin. In front of those old coaches, Chu Sinan did not feel any restraint, let alone now?

"I heard from Belia that you have some special abilities," Stalin asked tentatively after taking a harsh pipe.

"This is not a special ability, it's just that you can see people, things and the future clearly." Chu Sinan said in a humble and arrogant manner. The words were filled with unquestionable confidence.

"Okay," Stalin asked in a stiff tone, "I just received a latest battle report from the front line, which is about Smolensk. Can you know what it is?"
Chapter completed!