I became Stalin chapter 104
The next morning, from a hangover that looked like death, I grabbed my head and woke up.
“Ugh… damn bastards… .”
The Russians ate a lot of dirty alcohol as much as one drink. Maybe even now, some people say it’s haejangsul, and they’re still drinking it?
Even if they tried to purge alcoholics and inflict various disadvantages, they were too numerous, and the binge drinking culture was already deeply rooted in society.
The Communist Party of the Soviet Union in the 20s was truly a haven for idiots. The Communist Party, which was a secret organization in the center of large cities such as Petrograd and Moscow, expanded its dominance throughout the country, but did not have the ability to govern. Naturally, he had to rule the vast Russia in cooperation with those who joined the revolution from all over the country.
And those people were of poor quality. The thugs who joined the enemy army after drinking with their friends in the neighborhood grabbed their guns during the civil war. These people became regional officials of the Communist Party and were promoted, blindfolded in Moscow, flirting with each other and eating various interests.
In this situation, Stalin expelled his party from the party by 30% per year in order to improve the quality of the local organization. Mainly due to alcoholism. Humans who were drunk during working hours were the reason for dismissal of civil servants in modern Korea, but such people came out to the Soviet Union “annually” or “in ten thousand units”.
Damn drunken bastards… . Stalin’s body wasn’t really that different either, so once alcohol started pouring in, he kept pouring more and more.
“Are you awake, Comrade Secretary?”
“Uh… okay… .”
ha… To have a headache.
As if waiting in front of my door, the security guard listened to me and greeted me in the morning. On a day when they are drunk like this, they are again! brought borscht The disengagement performance was definitely excellent. Was the huge demand for haejang created?
However, the kernels are Korean, so the spicy haejangguk was pulled. Ah… I want to eat bean sprout soup, bukeot soup, and seonji haejangguk. In the morning after drinking too much, I would gather with my friends for three or three and have a bowl of sundae soup, but there is no such thing in the Soviet Union in the 1940s.
At least when I asked him to cook a spicy pork blood sausage, similar to seonjitguk, it was quite tasty, but it was the Kremlin. If you find something like that in this town, it will only make the people here uncomfortable.
After I drank the broth, I felt a little better. On the way back to Moscow, I will stop by a few places, but I have plenty of time in between, so it would be better to get a good night’s sleep… . I tried so hard to comfort myself.
* * *
I grabbed my hangover’s throbbing head and waved at the crowd that came to see me off. They were not eating enough and naked by my standards, but they still gave me enthusiastic cheers.
Is it the result of propaganda or agitation? Is it because of the threat posed by the Communist Party? Or maybe it wasn’t like this before. Perhaps a combination of the three is the correct answer, but… Whoops, I felt sick to my stomach because of the alcohol. Some of the people standing next to me smelled like they drank haejang-sul.
Those bastards are really purge… after… Let’s be patient. Even the Stalin inside me, who whispered a purge, wouldn’t do it with something like this… .
As I was thinking about all sorts of miscellaneous thoughts, an old woman walked out through the crowd. How did the little and old grandma get through so many people? I’ve been dragging a cow.
At first I thought I was watching nothing because of the alcohol, but when the cow started crying and dripping poop, I suddenly woke up.
“No, what kind of cow is this?”
“It’s a cow, Comrade General. Hall hall hall hall.”
The old woman, half-toothed, smiled as she petted the cow. No, it’s not that important, why did you bring this to me… .
The cow wags its tail, chasing flies around it, and continues to poop. Ah… please… .
“It is a very good cow, Comrade General. It is the cow that produces the most milk on our farm. Please accept this cow as a gift.”
People applauded eagerly, even though they made an absurd expression on their faces. Grandma smiled brightly and seemed to want me to accept the cow.
There is someone who truly respects me, and it suddenly occurred to me.
I came down from the stage and took Grandma’s wrinkled hand. It was a peasant’s hand with swollen joints and calluses.
The grandmother was so moved that the great secretary held her hand, her eyes reddened and she felt like she was about to burst into tears at any moment.
“Mother, thank you for the gift.”
“Ayu, Ayu, mother… .”
“But I don’t have a farm, so I don’t need cattle. I am fully employed by the state, so I do my best to serve the people, but the hired man has no farm. Mother, in my opinion, I would appreciate it if you would remember me by not giving me cattle as a gift, but by continuing to raise them.”
When I said that, the cow wept bitterly to see if it could understand the words. Grandma now sat down crying profusely. People cheered more enthusiastically.
I didn’t need that cow. What was more precious was that the people supported and loved me. It seemed as if the fatigue of the past was washed away.
Even as I was working on paperwork until late at night, I still felt skeptical.
‘How will people rate my work? How will the future generations evaluate it?’
Is my work helping the world? Will it help you for the future? It’s probably not that I’m making a mistake. It was very tiring to make decisions based on personal convictions without any way to be evaluated.
But at least this grandmother seemed to really respect me.
“Mother, thank you. Thank you… .”
The local party’s newspaper reporters snapped pictures of me cuddling my grandmother. Perhaps sooner or later, it will be published in newspapers around the world with a title like “Comrade Stalin who showed great love for the people during a field visit.”
It could be a show like that.
The truth is that I want to make this country and the future a better place.
* * *
Small units of armed SS, fully armed, roamed the streets of Berlin in a menacing manner. Citizens were once again terrified. The SS replaced the SA (Assault Squadron) through the purge in the Night of the Long Sword and became a political thug of the Nazi Party, but the difference between the two was not so great from the point of view of ordinary citizens.
Many still remember the days when stormtroopers and political thugs ran rampant and devoured the Weimar Republic.
The SS’s roaming Berlin and other cities aroused concern for those who loathe those troubled times.
Fortunately, is it not wielding ruthless violence against citizens?
The SS was not very different from the SA, who were dissatisfied with society, in terms of origin, but it was a group with a little more discipline due to the more ruthless Nazi iron fist rule.
Of course, the violence was far more cruel to those to whom it was directed. They raided the homes of officers and generals designated as “anti-national” and captured their families.
Most of them had no idea what was going on because the head of the family was on the front line.
“My son is an exemplary soldier! I was awarded the Iron Cross twice… Ahhh!”
“Shut up, Grandma. I don’t care what your son-in-law is doing. It’s an anti-national conspiracy, is that important?”
An SS member in a black uniform threw the gray-haired old woman to the side of the road. The old woman groaned and fell on the floor, unable to get up. Other SS soldiers grabbed the old woman’s arms, lifted her up, and threw her back into the truck.
She had never experienced anything like this before, and she was treated like a burden, unable to resist.
Thousands of people were trapped in the sealed truck, trembling. As the door slammed open and closed, people passing by saw at least a dozen or more inside.
I had to pretend I didn’t see it.
“What are you looking at! Those who intervene in anti-state organizations. Do you also want to be arrested for treason? Huh?”
Citizens turned their heads. They were silent in the face of outright violence.
After all, no one in my family is smart enough to plot an anti-national conspiracy. Because my son is just an ordinary worker. People used to say that when they said someone had been arrested.
’cause I’m not Because it has nothing to do with me.
First, the Communists and Jews were taken away. A neighbor’s factory worker who was also a member of the Social Democratic Party was also taken away. The devout Catholic woman next door and the parish priest disappeared without knowing it.
Germany was dominated by fear. The citizens shouted louder to escape from the fear.
“Heil Hitler! Long live the victory!”
The young youths in uniform and armbands swarmed like flocks of quacking ducks, chanting slogans.
The SS used to mobilize youths for arrest activities. And whenever they use violence, they always accompany them, teaching them how to break people.
“Come on, look. like this… .”
puck! puck! The face of the young man who had been kicked turned around.
He fell to the sidewalk, bleeding from his lips, and no one was able to lift him up. Sixteen SS members and youths were lynching the young men in broad daylight, but no one could stop them.
The traffic police, who were biting a whistle at the crossroads right next door, left them alone and focused on their work.
College students who were brought out because they had spread anti-war and anti-Hitler flyers, and because they belonged to a group that organized it, had to kneel and bow to extra-legal violence.
“okay! Okay, make it longer, shorter.”
University students arrested in this way were forcibly decided to enlist in the front line.
As a real war was raging on the Eastern Front, being dragged to the front as a soldier was practically a death sentence.
Even female college students could not avoid enlistment. As a front-line rifleman, as a military nurse at a field hospital, he could not execute a summary execution because he had engaged in dissident activities, so he planned to have him be shot to death by the Soviet army.
A young youth boy grabbed a pair of scissors and grabbed a young college student’s hair and slashed his hair haphazardly.
The bodyguards in black uniforms laughed at the young man holding back his tears with his teeth clenched. They made fun of those arrested in the square by saying that they would shave their heads for free in advance because they had to shave their heads to enlist.
After they had been slashing their heads, they were dragged and thrown into a corner. The youth member wearing the armband grinned as if satisfied with the ‘power’ he wielded, grabbed another person’s hair and ripped it off.
“Peter! What are you doing there!”
From the crowd watching the shave, a woman ran out screaming. A middle-aged woman with a warm impression ran up to the stage where the shave was held with a pale expression as if she was in shock.
“Hey, what are you doing these days? .”
“Hey! Are you also an anti-state organization?”
The bodyguards threatened her, but they could not hide the expression of the youthful boy, who had also turned white.
The boy, who was proudly wearing the armband marking the youth commander, took a few steps back and dropped his scissors.
“Peter Schmidt, you can interview me later. Get that girl out!”
The youthful boy bowed his head. His mother was dragged away and wept.
A young bodyguard with a strong impression picked up the fallen scissors and cut off the hair of the rest with quick hand movements.
next! next! Calling the person next to the line, he kicked the person who had been shaved on the back and pushed them back to the gathering place of those who had already been killed. The college students looked at the guards with hateful eyes.
“Why? Pick it up?”
“… That’s great.”
A college student who found an old classmate among a group of bodyguards laughed bitterly.
The meeting between an inferior student, who was a famous gang of accidents in the class, and who always gave his teacher a headache, and an honor student, who was always loved by his teachers, resumed in an unexpected place in an unexpected way.
The guards giggled.
“It’s you, not me! I’m now a member of the Führer’s bodyguard, and you’ll be a private on the front lines. Would your mom like to see this?”
The college student kept his mouth shut.
in Berlin, in Königsberg, in Munich and Stuttgart, in Hamburg and Frankfurt. A similar thing was happening in cities across Germany.
Active/reserve soldiers, their families, university students and workers, and intellectuals who are said to have been involved in a dissident conspiracy were attacked by the SS in large numbers.
Originally gangsters and thugs, the SS members wore uniforms and armbands, walking around and helping out. We have caught the traitors of the country! Slander from behind!
But many knew. Some were attacked by private grudges, and many were taken away solely on charges.
But the majority were just silent. I hope you are not the next target of the attack. And the shrewd minority took advantage of it.
“Hans Georg! Come out now!”
“What, what! Ugh!”
Seeing their father being dragged away, the children ran out screaming. The father, who had been covering the children, was slapped in the face and fell to the floor of his house after being stabbed in the face. The guards, who ran into the house after kicking the door, beat him hard.
“There were reports that you were involved in an anti-state conspiracy. Take me right now!”
“No, no. My husband is not like that… Heck!”
One of the youth slapped the cheek of the woman who rushed out. Is Queek five or six years older than the children? With a venomous expression on his face, the Yugent exclaimed.
“dare! Are you defending the national traitor? You are also guilty of treason!”
A mother and children sitting and crying, a house in a mess. Similar things have happened across the country.
The cunning and mean people reported to the SS about people or competitors they didn’t like.
In the midst of a fierce competition for loyalty over how many people to “discover” and arrest, local party organizations in each region, who were in the midst of looking for a means to build “official”, arrested citizens pretending not to know about false reports.
“Not me! Not a single lie… Aww!”
“Cool, cool… please… .”
Of course, even the upper party organizations were not completely stupid, so most were released. The problem, however, was the people who had real “problems” and those who were somehow intertwined. Those who were close with Jewish entrepreneurs, who were relatives of those who actually plotted against the regime, or who had no physical evidence, but who could somehow be sympathetic, were subjected to harsh interrogations.
The armed guards returning from the front lines, guards in labor camps, or the Gestapo, who lost their chief and became poisoned, showed no mercy to these people.
Quite a number of interrogators seemed to have lost some sense because they had been away from the “routine” of the modern state for too long.
The principles of modern criminal law, such as the presumption of innocence and the prohibition of torture of persons, seemed distant to them.
They followed the same practices they did to inmates in the camps, and those who did not survive the torture created their own “evidence”.
The tragedy was repeated. A variety of ‘evidence’ came pouring in. Some fled, hampered by the testimony of selling others arrested.
Also, some indiscriminately called out the names of those who they thought might have informed them. A vicious cycle of torture and interrogation circulated, and the snowball grew bigger and bigger.
* * *
“If there is nothing to hide, there is nothing to fear. Folks! Fifth Row, the Red Jew-Bolshevik minions hide among us, but we will certainly exterminate them!”
Goebbels’ shrill voice rang out from the radio and speakers. The Fifth Column Extermination Operation seemed successful by the standards of the Nazi regime. Especially if their standard was to scare the people.
Thousands of people have been arrested in connection with a plot to assassinate the President in the military. Far more people were arrested and interrogated in various places on charges of involvement in dissident conspiracies.
The current and former generals of the National Defense Force have evaporated as families, and no one knows where they have gone. No, at least I pretended to be.
“The enemy will always be in Honnoji.”
“Yes? What did you say, Mr. Führer?”
The Führer waved his hand in exasperation. The guards simply bowed their heads to pay their respects.
Now no one dared to rebel against the Führer. All those who had the guts and courage to do so were taken away. Those who were broken were freed, and those who were unlikely were sent to the “fixers” somewhere in the east of the empire.
Of course, such a cruel ending was not waiting for some who were once favored by the Führer.
I became Stalin chapter 104