I became Stalin chapter 161

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“Orders are absolute. Do you know?”

“Yes! Yes! chief comrade. Be sure to complete the ordered task as soon as possible… .”

“Hey, these days guys are… .”

Beria spit out remarks that would have terrified Stalin if they had seen it, gushing out subordinates.

In the end, it was concluded that the United States did not actually confirm any information about the last US intelligence-related matter and that the agents were safe, but it was clear that the secretary was angry even for a moment.

More achievements had to be made. for more power.

‘Damn Zhukov… .’

The generals were increasingly putting pressure on the Nazi fascists by capturing Warsaw and besieging Königsberg.

As much as that, the merits of the espionage would be reduced, and they could be pushed out of the future power competition. You played a key role in the purge of several military personnel, but what if the military personnel eventually ascended to the highest position?

I thought about it over and over again, but my spine became cold. The more anxious he became, the more paranoid he shouted at his subordinates over and over again, as usual.

“It’s our time! Even if I didn’t order it like this, I took care of everything and was quick, so why aren’t there any good guys these days?”

“Song, I’m sorry!”

Seeing the young employees leaping out as if struck by lightning at his words, Beria felt sadistic joy and paranoid anxiety at the same time.

His subordinates, who jumped like herbivores frightened by every word, were more than enough to satisfy his sadistic desire. He held in one hand one of the largest institutions in the Soviet Union, and his powers were among the few within this powerful and mighty state.

But at the same time, there was too much power above him.

‘Chief Stalin… .’

The general secretary wielded power that could be called a sage god in the present-day Soviet Union. Beria, one of the most involved in the execution of orders by his limbs, was greedy for power while at the same time being swayed by its endless power.

The more he got drunk on his own power, the more his brain, which should have been excited, cooled down and faced reality. The power that even a powerful person like himself could act like a young employee made the brain’s desire center ferociously activated.

“Is this all about the report?”

“Ah… Yes! That, yes!”

“Write it again.”

Struggling with desire, he did not read the report properly, but his subordinates were not in a position to rebel against his gatabuta orders.

Savoring the taste of power once again, Beria picked up a bundle of reports she had been waiting for.

A slightly different taste of sweetness struck him again.

‘Bad ones… .’

Seeing the subordinates coming and going with reports and various materials in front of him, Beria was savored. they were insignificant Right now, when he is here to control those who can decide his life or death, the taste of power is sweet, but not so intense.

However, the more powerful the people he manipulated and played with, the sweeter came with a thunderbolt-like intensity.

An FBI director, a marshal of the Soviet Union, and at that level, could be a good pawn to play on a chess board.

“John Edgar Hoover, born 1895. Served as Director of the FBI since 1924.”

Reading it out loud like this, his power became more intuitive.

The United States was different from the Soviet Union. Comrade Stalin overthrew Trotsky in the 1920s and ascended to the position of absolute power, but during that time the United States changed its president several times.

Despite the upheaval, this Edgar Hoover has maintained his position as the head of a spy agency like himself. In a way, the person who was selected after Yezhov’s purge was one rank lower than him.

But how does it feel to be vulnerable to someone below that number? Even the presidents of the United States could not do anything, and the powerful person who allowed the government to rule for 19 years has now become a chess horse playing in my hands!

“Heh heh heh heh heh… .”

A smile that could not be hidden burst out.

In a way, Comrade Secretary General was very mysterious. It was the general secretary who, after hearing that there had been a riot in the United States, ordered an investigation and also ordered the FBI director’s weakness.

However, as he commanded him, how did he know and where he gathered the information, he pinpointed his weakness.

‘He must be a homo… ?’

There is information that the FBI director is gay, so if you dig there, you will find something, the comrade has taught. Not surprisingly, however, NKVD agents were able to confirm that the deputy director and the deputy director were same-sex lovers and enjoyed inappropriate relationships with young boys.

Neither the Soviet Union, which regarded homosexuality as a “symbol of capitalist corruption,” nor the United States, who viewed it as “the punishment of God,” was unacceptable.

Beria looked at the copies of the evidence she had obtained, tingling her tongue. Boys specially recruited by the NKVD have secured evidence of Hoover’s various “perverts”. After receiving these manuscripts, Hoover, as usual, tried to use his power to punish the fire moths who dared to exploit his weakness… .

“Pu ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

There was no way the Soviet spy agency could break through due to the flimsy orders issued with surprise.

Hoover was quite perplexed, and his orders were not to be seen. People who dealt with politicians, movie stars, or backstreet thugs by intimidation.

Hoover was no match for his career in gunfighting and espionage warfare with the Tsar’s secret police, dealing with opposing political thugs, and physically conducting partisan cleaning.

Beria burst out a heartwarming smile.

There was also a lot of extra income here.

A man named Hoover used his powers to create the world’s largest collection of pornography. It seems that the contents confiscated or revealed in the course of the investigation were gathered to satisfy private desires, but Beria was able to take over the materials.

Sweat was glistening on his bare forehead, raging with lust. His walls were also generally unacceptable, though not as much as Hoover’s. Slowly lowering his hand down and rubbing his lower leg, he imagined.

Well, anyway, it wouldn’t be of much use to himself, but I didn’t know if it would be of any help to Comrade General Secretary. Somehow I felt sad.

‘Even with such absolute power… Impossible… .’

General Stalin, he knew, was disabled for quite some time. It’s due to aging and physical causes, so I don’t know if a porn collection will help, but it’s better than nothing.

What makes the intelligence service better than the military? Isn’t it possible to grasp and provide even the most intimate things that powerful people want?

It was difficult to know exactly what the general secretary wanted because of the rapid change after the war. The secretary, whom he had known for decades, was definitely different.

As such, some active action was required.

All right, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in!”

His faithful subordinate, Sergei Kruglov, peered through the door.

“Comrade Director General, your son has visited. Do you have any other work?”

“No, come in.”

Perhaps waiting, his son Sergo opened the door and walked in slowly.

The corners of his lips suddenly rose with another delight. He’s his son, how could he be so handsome?

Tall stature, slender build, and deep eyes just like my mother.

“Hey son.”

“Yes?”

“Who do you resemble so you look so good? Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Seeing his father smiling happily, the son smiled bitterly. Seeing that, Beria felt even better.

If I had been cold-blooded without blood or tears like my father, I would not have been happy as a father as it is. Sergo rummaged through the chest of his uniform, and put a few sheets of paper down his chin and on Beria’s desk.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Dad.”

“… it’s all for you Where can I see you?”

Spitting out the cliche like a parent, Beria picked up a roll of paper as if she had been waiting.

Does the son know that he is short of breath and sweating with excitement? Beria’s heart seemed to be pounding with an unknown sense of immorality.

Sergo, who glanced at him, didn’t seem interested. Sergo was not a conspirator or spy like himself. Like his mother and handsome appearance, his aptitude was close to that of an engineer. But Beria didn’t want her son to end quietly as an engineer.

“Ummm… very good. Good.”

“… When you’re done, can I go see you?”

Heh heh, it was kind of funny. The son was good.

That innocence of being kind, falling in love, doing whatever my father tells me to do, wanting to leave immediately and leaving where I can run away, and asking my father to the end.

So Svetlana may have fallen for it.

“Yeah, go see. Ah!”

“… ?”

“Don’t you need pocket money?”

“… No, that’s it.”

I tried to give him some money, both as an information fee, as a price for breaking his beliefs, and for a date with Svetlana, but Sergo didn’t accept it.

Compensating for an action done by coercion was, in his experience, a very effective means of breaking his beliefs. Although his son did not receive the ‘grand money’ his father gave him to the end, thinking that he was defiling his heart.

Anyway, it goes through my mother, so this and that. The son who tried to keep his pride until the end while confessing the secret diary of ‘Girlfriend’ to the head of the intelligence service was cute. It seems like it was yesterday that I was wriggling…

“Son, don’t be so.”

“Then why don’t you drink Shijiki?”

“You were born in the USSR. I was born in the tsar empire. Many Soviets were born in the tsar empire.”

Sergo, as if tired of the repeated words, grabbed the doorknob and shook his head.

But Beria spoke like a song without checking whether or not she heard it as if it was fun to repeat it.

“The tsar’s empire can return to this land at any time! As long as Yakov and Vasily are dead, we don’t know whose throne will belong to them. Buma never succeeded to the throne in the Empire, but this is still not an Empire, is it?”

“… .”

Sergo shook his hand at those blatant words.

Abi always spoke of his desires like that. He wanted to become the supreme power in the Soviet Union, and by means of which he and his son… Even Svetlana wanted to use it.

“I am clearing the way for you and me. No one can stop us.”

Wealth? Zhukov, or the Americans across the sea.

Heh heh, the son left the room behind his father, who burst out in a sullen laugh out of excitement.

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