Chapter 1000 – Academy Senior

“According to our communication with Washington, the U.S. National Exposition in a few days will be attended by the U.S. Vice President, Mr. Nixon. The United States attaches great importance to this exposition, and it is expected to be very grand.”

Alan Wilson’s words turned to an old tune, “According to my estimation, the Soviet Union will also have a big name in attendance, and this kind of occasion might boost support if the UK attends as well, as well as highlighting the UK’s influence. There is also the point that the opposition parties can be rendered speechless, ending the controversy that hostility towards the Soviet Union after coming to power does not contribute to European security.”

Macmillan nodded, he had already discussed with Prime Minister Aidan, endorsing the professional advice given by Whitehall to represent Britain at this exposition for a few of the reasons Alan Wilson had said, “Be prepared for a few things, it may not be a very friendly atmosphere.”

“There may be some arguments, it’s a good opportunity to build an image if you are prepared in the diplomatic field.”

Alan Wilson said this and then shut up, say more but may be counterproductive, Macmillan since he decided to participate, wait for the time to go to Moscow on the line.

For no reason, the shadow of the Culture Czarina flashed through Allen Wilson’s mind, wondering how she was doing now.

It couldn’t be helped, who made her a polygamist, always wanting to physically pamper women.

Macmillan’s concerns were justified, Britain’s hostility to the Soviet Union actually went above that of the United States, otherwise the Iron Curtain speech wouldn’t have been Churchill opening his mouth, the United States was separated from the Soviet Union by the Atlantic Ocean, Britain was much closer.

Just because the Labor Party felt it could solve the problem doesn’t mean that the Conservatives felt the same way. In the eyes of some Tories, the USSR is no different from the former Third Reich, except that they don’t say so in their mouths because the USSR is so strong.

Appeasement is everywhere, only at different times with different characteristics, really let the Conservative government to do something about the Soviet Union? The Tory government didn’t have the guts.

About to depart before Alan Wilson’s little remaining time belongs to Ms. Audrey Hepburn.

Everything was angry and colorful, and the trees were so thick and lush that they completely blocked out the sun. A pale greenish mist rose like the embers of a campfire. He liked the dampness on his skin and coat, for it was not his sweat, but the moisture of England.

No more stretches of desert, dry hot winds, or sunlight that could easily and mercilessly burn a man.

Hepburn had undone his hair and wore it long, while at his side followed Ebby, the inseparable merganser, a sight as pleasing to the eye as that of a woodland sprite.

“Ebby, come to papa.” Alan Wilson greeted, calling out to the already not-so-small merganser.

“Nonsense.” Hepburn was a little embarrassed that she felt the man was taking advantage of her while he could.

It was hard to imagine that Allen Wilson would one day show such kindness to a merganser all the time, he had no feelings for any small animals before, no matter if it was a cat or dog or any other white swan, all of them were not cold.

But at this time, he even showed a rare love, and was a different person from before, thus showing that in order to win the favor of the opposite sex, men are capable of doing anything.

Ebi was already familiar with the man who greeted him, in its eyes, Hepburn was the mother and this man was a father-like existence, striding and running to the man’s side, turning around intimately.

“It seems that more exposure to the beauty of nature is good to soothe the mind.” Reaching out and stroking Ebby’s head, Alan Wilson laughed cheerfully, “Saves you from mulling over official business every day in Whitehall.”

“And don’t get too tired.” Hepburn reached out to hold the long, disheveled hair behind her head and gently persuaded, “Actually, you officials, what are you thinking about every day? Can’t you relax your nerves that are like clockwork?”

“If we relax, the citizens won’t be able to relax, there will always be people in the world who will be troubled, so it’s better for us to do it. It’s just as well to get used to it.” Alan Wilson shook his head rather sagaciously, expressing the meaning of how there is no such thing as a good time, but someone carrying your weight for you, and the image of a civic servant jumped out at him.

Hepburn helpless, just a moment’s work, a vegetarian hand was the shameful permanent undersecretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the hands of a flick? Still no help. Fawn Ebby saw her parents in the mushy, but also know how to go to the side to look out, really a good obedient child.

“I’m going to go to Moscow for the American Exposition, come back and see you again.” Alan Wilson was like a repeater, repeating the words that had already been repeated twice again.

Hepburn brushed her head away and whispered, “Go tell your wife that you don’t have to answer to me where you’re going.”

“Audrey, you are more important in my heart than anyone or anything else.” Alan Wilson was full of deep emotion, a touch of sadness in his eyes reappeared, “You are able to define all the aspirations for beauty in my heart, if the world didn’t have you, I really don’t know if I would still be able to face this cruel world.”

The night in London exuded a little warmth on this day as Alan Wilson, who smelled the hair of the bulbous flower, went to sleep.

The presence of the Iron Curtain was all-encompassing, there weren’t many flights between the UK and the USSR, and the Comet airliners flying to Moscow had millions of Soviet Red Army troops from Eastern Europe on their pillows, prefixed with either Konohagakure or Red Flag, each of which had been in a hundred battles.

At the slightest hint of trouble, this army would be on the verge of war, and once it started there would be no end to it until a winner was crowned.

And now the British diplomats of the Comet airliner, which would be traveling to Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, arrived at the heart of the greatest imaginary enemy, and many of them were nervous at heart, not including Alan Wilson, who had been here before.

The biggest impression on a Brit who had never been to the Soviet Union was one of methodicalness and the slightly wary gaze of Moscow’s citizens, and Macmillan wasn’t sure if he was seeing real citizens or KGB agents, and if the Soviets were really welcoming or just making a show of being welcoming.

With these misgivings, the group entered the Grand Hotel Ukraine under Soviet arrangements. As for most of the citizens of Moscow, it did not matter at all whether their city had more guests today, that was all a matter for the government.

For Foltseva, the importance of the day was not the arrival of yet another foreign mission, but the time when his son came home from the Dzerzhinsky Higher School, I really didn’t know why his son, who had always been smart and obedient, was determined to enter that school for training secret agents, how could he know the cruelty of it when he was still so young?

“Thank God, Alexeev, you’re finally back.” Seeing her son, Foltseva hugged her son, who was already almost as tall as she was, tightly, “Isn’t the school very inhumane, if you can’t hold out, I’ll talk to your principal, I’ve been the Minister of Education, I can still do it.”

“But why? Mother?” Alexeyev’s slightly steely eyes glowed with a different light, “I don’t find it arduous, on the contrary I’m interested in the course there. I feel that life is full, Uncle Yura is right, it is a good place, birds and flowers, beautiful scenery.”

Alexeyev skipped over his mother’s concerns in two sentences, not caring at all whether he was lying or not; anyway, the term used in school to describe a place with birdsong and beautiful scenery usually referred to a mental hospital.

Alexeyev was growing up fast and already had a military-like air about him, but somehow different.

But even more so than a soldier in terms of danger, he entered the school not long ago, but adapted quickly, passing a series of classes and many tests, and was recognized by the Department of Special Investigations as an excellent cadet.

Including, but not limited to, standing guard naked, static face training, mock interrogations, and physical tests as necessary.

There are limits to the physical tests, and according to the KGB Special Investigations Department, “Whenever corporal punishment is used on a tested person who has been tested and has stubbornly resisted, it must be in a way that does not injure the body or result in physical disability, and this must be strictly forbidden, so that no bodily harm can be inflicted on a prospective purges worker, to confirm physical and mental fitness for the job. ”

“But an appropriate degree is permissible, enforced on the principle of causing no disability, no scarring, and no injury to internal organs.”

Foltseva had prepared a sumptuous dinner for the child’s vacation, but as he pulled back the chandelier, Alexeyev’s subconscious pupils constricted for a moment, reminding him of the electrocution ordeal he had endured.

“What’s the matter, boy?” Foltseva was slightly startled, having been the Minister of Education she was surprised at her son’s reaction.

“Nothing, mother. Electricity is such a progressive good thing, advancing society.” Alexeyev said as he took the beef stew with potatoes that Foltseva brought over to him, in a state of indulgence that he couldn’t stop studying.

“You should stop talking like an adult all the time, you don’t look like a child at all.” Foltseva muttered in a small voice, this wasn’t going to be like that guy, was it?

At the Grand Hotel Ukraine, Alan Wilson reported with a telegram, “Minister, Vice President Nixon will probably arrive the day after tomorrow, the itinerary has been finalized, and it matches our previous judgment that the United States regards this exposition, as an opportunity to show America’s superior life.”

“And then there is the itinerary of the visit arranged for us by the Soviet side.” Allen Wilson handed over the itinerary and waited for Macmillan’s instructions, “If there are no objections, we’ll inform the Soviet side that there’s no problem.”

“What problem do we have, this is the capital of the Soviet Union. The decision is not ours.” MacMillan shrugged, “Just get a good night’s sleep and see what the Soviets have in store for us tomorrow to combat imperialist arrogance.”

“Shouldn’t be anything to look forward to.” Allen Wilson showed the arrogance of an old imperialist and then said, “Then we’ll give the Soviets a reply.”