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April 1925
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Leningrad
This ancient city has revived after three years of bloody civil war in Russia, and the new Soviet regime renamed St. Petersburg to Leningrad in honor of the great leader Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
Sergei Mironovich Kirov was lying comfortably in his chair, listening to the report on the collective farm from his subordinates. Kirov was born in 1886 in the Vyatka Province to a working-class family and was elected as a delegate to the All-Russian Soviet for the second time in 1917, participating in the October Revolution. In 1923, Kirov was elected as a member of the Central Committee at the 12th Congress of the Russian Communist Party, and during the party's major debates, he staunchly supported Stalin and opposed Trotsky and Zinoviev.
Because of this, he was one of Stalin's most trusted individuals. After eliminating the Trotskyist faction, Stalin assigned his confidant to Leningrad to take over Zinoviev's position.
In Leningrad, Kirov led the local industrial development, aggressively implemented agricultural collectivization, demolished dozens of churches, and arrested intellectuals deemed to be opposing the construction of socialism.
At the same time, Kirov was an outstanding orator; among the members of the Politburo at that time, he was the only one who dared to go directly to factories and speak to the workers.
Stalin Comrade is very satisfied with the performance of his trusted follower. He has praised this follower several times in the "Truth" newspaper, so Kirov has been living very well in Leningrad, and no one dares to interfere with him.
However, recently Kirov has faced a big problem. The great Stalin Comrade gave him a draft of the "First Five-Year Plan" for the Soviet Union and ordered him to provide a specific implementation plan. He is worried about this when there is a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The telegraph operator from the Leningrad Party branch came in and respectfully reported the news from Moscow to the leader in front of him.
"Comrade Kirov, Comrade Stalin has sent the specific requirements and data for the Five-Year Plan. Please review it."
Kirov took the telegram, opened it, and glanced at the numbers. He doubted his eyes, rubbed them, and then shakily picked up his gold-rimmed glasses from the desk with his right hand.
Kirov After carefully looking at the indicators on the draft, I almost fainted on the spot. "Coal production is required to reach 68 million tons, oil production is required to reach 19 million tons, and pig iron 8 million tons." Kirov Glancing at the pistol on the table, I said to the telegraph operator,
"You come to report; I might not be fully awake and can't see the numbers clearly."
The telegrapher, feeling anxious, took the telegram and began to read,
"Car production: 100,000 units, railway: 90,000 kilometers, cotton textiles: 6.2 billion meters."
His words attracted the attention of the other staff in the office, and everyone stopped their work to listen to his report. "The above data are all part of the preliminary plan for the 15th Five-Year Plan. The optimal plan is expected to increase by twenty percent based on this foundation," he said. As the telegrapher continued speaking, he noticed that the atmosphere around him was not right. His voice became quieter and quieter, until it sounded like the buzzing of a mosquito.
"Kirov, comrades, these indicators are allocated to us as a tenth of the share in Leningrad, and Stalin, comrade, also said that this is because he has considered your implementation of agricultural collectivization policy, so he deliberately reduced our share.
Finally, someone couldn't hold back,
"Kirov, comrades, I'm afraid these indicators are beyond what we can complete. Coal production is fine, we can just mobilize the workers to dig it out, but our oil extraction technology is fundamentally not up to that level, let alone completing it, even half of it won't be achieved.""
"It's okay, as long as Alexander from the Lenin Institute of Scientific Research develops more advanced extraction technology, everything will be fine."
"Comrade Kirov, Alexander..." The staff member glanced at the captain of the guard behind Kirov.
"Alexander can no longer develop oil extraction technology; he was executed last week for opposing the collective farm policy," Captain Andrei said grimly.
Kirov trembled as he took off his glasses with his left hand.
"Andrey, Yevgeny, Anton, stay. The rest of you, leave," he said.
The officials in the room exchanged glances and then silently walked out. When the last party member closed the door, Kirov angrily slammed the table.
"This is an order! It's an order to let Alexander research the technology! Do you dare to disobey my order? So this is the source of the setback in the socialism cause, the security guards deceived me! Everyone is lying to me, even the People's Internal Committee!"
"The entire Leningrad Party branch is nothing but a group of despicable, disloyal cowards!" Andrei had to speak out, "Comrade Kirov, I cannot allow you to insult the soldiers who have shed their blood for you."
"They are cowards! Traitors! Scum!"
Yevgeny: "Kirov Comrade, you are going too far."
"These qualities are a common pride of the Soviet Union people, those people have no sense of honor!"
You claim to have received the party's education at Moscow University for many years! Just to learn how to pick up a gun and shoot your comrades in the head."
Outside the office, the staff who had just left did not immediately leave. They stood silently at the door eavesdropping on the conversation inside the room. The outcome of the conversation would determine whether they would be dragged out and shot for disrupting the revolutionary construction.
A young man in a Ministry of Internal Affairs uniform couldn't help but cry, and his older colleague patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"Don't worry too much. There are always more solutions than difficulties. We will definitely find a way to complete the Five-Year Plan."
"No, I'm afraid because I was the one who led the execution of that Alexander. I'm afraid Comrade Kirov will have me executed too," the young man said tearfully.
"Over these many days, the leadership of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has been obstructing my actions! It has made me encounter all possible resistance! If I were to purge all the members of the committees like Comrade Stalin did a few years ago, I would do very well! I never went to college, yet I alone have restored the organization work of the Irkutsk Party."
Traitor!
From the beginning, I have been betrayed!
The people of the Soviet Union have suffered great betrayal.
"But all these traitors will pay the price. With their own blood, they will pay the price. They will be drowned in their own blood!"
"Please, Comrade Kirov, calm down," said the oldest member, Anton, who was one of the earliest party members, joining The Bolshevik Party before the October Revolution.
"My orders mean nothing to you, they come and go with the wind. It is impossible to lead the party in this situation."
But if you think this is the reason I left Leningrad,
you're wrong! I'd rather use a bullet to shoot my head!"
Kirov waved the pistol and shouted, while Andrei and Yevgeny shivered on the side. Anton knew he had to say something,
"Relax, Comrade Kirov, the situation is not as bad as it seems. We still have a chance to remedy it."
"How do we remedy it? When we carried out the agricultural collectivization, we executed all those opposing intellectuals, many of whom were scientists. Now we can only produce the simplest coal, and we can't even make car. I believe similar situations exist all over the country."
Kirov squinted. If he hadn't reached a dead end, why would he lose his composure like this? He was well aware that there were plenty of people waiting to take his place. If he couldn't complete the tasks assigned by Comrade Stalin, he was likely to be replaced.
"Although there are currently no conditions within the Soviet Union, we can solve the problem from the outside," analyzed Anton.
"Yes, yes, we can introduce technical talents from foreign countries. If the UK and France won't sell to us, then we'll go to Germany. Their economy is in a terrible state right now, they must need our orders," Yevgeny found a lifesaving straw.
"Andrey," Kirov suddenly said, and the captain of the guard next to him immediately stood at attention.
"Help me prepare a trip to Germany and inform the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It would be best to have a diplomacy official accompany me. For the sake of Soviet Union, I must experience the dangers of Capitalism country." Kirov said, ready to face death.
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