Chapter 169: A Kiss

Alan Wilson holding Foltseva, very much in line with the current international situation, both struggle and unity, embodied in the complex situation of you have me, I have you. A small action can clarify national events, and the pain of idleness is visible.

In order to show the importance of the Soviet Union’s cultural exchanges, the United Kingdom specially vacated an entire hotel, as the arrangement of the Soviet Union’s cultural exchanges representatives of the residence, of course, this is far from enough, there is also a part of the male chorus members, in another hotel.

In order to avoid suspicion, Allen Wilson and Foltseva, a room by room inspection, to ensure that there will not be a super-friendship relationship between the two countries, a little wine after the two active thinking, to ensure that nothing is wrong.

“You imperialist bureaucrat, are you having second thoughts about Vivien Leigh?” Seeing the MI5 agent’s attention drawn, Foltseva lowered her voice, “Using the power in your hands for your own benefit is going to the gulag in the Soviet Union.”

Maybe even shot, right? Alan Wilson’s heart slandered, remembering that one of the crimes of the current Soviet Chief Commissar Beria, was that it involved trading in power and color, if it was true? That would not be a loss!

“It is evident that this kind of thing is more common in the USSR, but I haven’t found it in the UK!” Alan Wilson, with an aura of righteousness, categorically rejected Foltseva’s presumptuous speculation.

“Oh, I suppose I should talk about the next cultural exchange list.” Foltseva laughed exaggeratedly with drunkenness, and her mouth was directly covered by Allen Wilson, but immediately Allen Wilson, who was a thief, let go of his hand again, and lowered his voice, “That list has nothing to do with me, it was my friend who asked me to arrange it.”

Regardless of how Allen Wilson explains, Foltseva has concluded that it is a friend born out of nothing, what friends let arranged, those in addition to the face and young body nothing, the name has not heard of the actress, is certainly Allen Wilson arrangements, may also involve the power and color trade.

This makes has always been fair and clean as his own Alan Wilson is very wronged, he is ready to do, but has not yet begun to act it. Some small actors who don’t even know their names, how can they have the bandwagon after the movie?

“Are you going up with me to tell Miss Foltseva to get to her room?” Alan Wilson, who was holding Foltseva, asked the two MI5 agents.

“Mr. Allen, this hotel is full of female members of the Soviet Union and it may not be convenient for us to stay. I’ll give you ten minutes, we’ll go down and wait and we’ll leave together then.” Looking at a pair of men and women standing unsteadily in front of him, out of a man’s point of view, he was tempted to let Alan Wilson stay for the night, but with the mission in mind, as a security officer of the British Empire, he still opened his mouth to remind Alan Wilson that he should disengage from the contact immediately.

“Ten minutes is enough, it doesn’t take that long to go up and down the stairs.” Allen Wilson nodded indifferently and helped Foltseva up the stairs, the big hairy girl was obviously drunk, only on the surface she still maintained her modesty.

If there was another occasion, today Allen Wilson really might have done something, but he still didn’t dare to joke about his future, didn’t dare to have something with the Soviet female cadre.

“You seem to be only twenty years old, right, and Fei Wenli is more than ten years older than you and has a husband. You can’t explain it, either on a moral or public level.” Foltseva shook her body and expressed her contempt for Alan Wilson’s behavior and deeply criticized his denials, “I can see that you have a bad heart.”

“So, Ms. Ekaterina, have you forgotten that you and Vivienne are the same age? You also have a husband, and if what you say holds true, I’m perfectly capable of having something with you.” Alan Wilson assisted Foltseva to the door of the room and signaled for Foltseva to open the door.

“Don’t you dare. You don’t want your future.” Foltseva said with a provocative tone, pulled out the room key, the room door opened ……

Alan Wilson followed in, closed the room door with his backhand, and pushed the other party against the wall when Foltseva hadn’t reacted yet, and gave a nibble to Foltseva’s red lips.

“Are you crazy?” Foltseva struggled and lowered her voice, “You don’t want your job anymore”

“I told you this is London. Who told you to say I wouldn’t dare!” Alan Wilson looked at the instantly sober Foltseva and felt that he had moved back into the game, and said triumphantly, “That is, right now, the agents of the Fifth Branch are still waiting down there, and if you find me something that no one is paying attention to for half an hour before you go back to the Soviet Union, then you’ll know whether or not I dare to do it.”

In front of him was the future culture czar of the Soviet Union ah, although the shelf life may not be long in terms of age, but the victory is in the bottom. Young on the small defects can be ignored.

Foltseva obviously Allen Wilson’s boldness was subdued, seeing Allen Wilson to go, hastily whispered to remind, “Wipe the lipstick on your mouth clean, or your British agents can see it.”

“Thanks for the reminder!” Alan Wilson slightly owed his body, showing a moral gentlemanly demeanor, licked his lips with his tongue, and politely inquired, “Is it impossible to tell now?”

There is always a part of the population, especially women, that takes a man’s kindness for granted.

Walking out of the hotel back to the car Allen Wilson, Shi Shi took out the list of young actresses participating in the cultural exchange activities, mentioning the photos among them, and decided to return home in quiet appreciation.

The United States actually has something to learn, for example, you can introduce a little red sofa culture. Clearly on the subterfuge of the actors, so that everyone will be much more convenient.

Alan Wilson thought of this can not help but painfully, the urgency of the development of British culture inspired by their own.

Soviet cultural exchange delegation, divided into two parts, the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe because of the hospitality of the citizens of London, constantly touring, and the other part of the people who eat people’s food and do not do personnel, headed by Foltseva degenerate, has been initially in bed with imperialism.

Alan Wilson wondered if it was because the Soviets had supplied all the materials for the Potsdam Conference that they were looking for a chance to retaliate at this time and take back the losses?

I don’t know if it was because of an earlier accident, Foltseva was a lot more restrained later on, on the contrary, Alan Wilson was completely unaffected, still a promising Reich civil servant, and continued to live a busy but happy life.

Writing his thesis, attending conferences, reporting on the movements of the Soviet delegation, as well as on cultural exchanges, giving a degree of care to actresses recommended by his colleagues in Whitehall.

For this reason Alan Wilson even hoped that Vivienne, could show a certain amount of enthusiasm to take pictures with these young actresses, and find ways to expand her network.

“Vivian, in fact, purely from an actor’s perspective, the impact on the development of the movie career is still relatively limited.” Alan Wilson, in a guiding tone, said to Vivienne, “If you really want to make it big and strong, you still have to be your own master. Even if you don’t know the rules of business, you can still hire a professional manager to run the business.”

“It seems that on the American side, the position of professional manager is more common, but the European side is still more traditional.” Vivienne had been to the United States long before the war, and was impressed by the vigor that had exploded out of the country.

“Any industry that wants to develop well can’t do so without help from the official level.” Alan Wilson shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a number of youthful and energetic actresses in the middle of the venue, “I can’t tell you who they are, but a portion of the actresses who are here today were recommended by their colleagues in Whitehall.”

Whitehall was synonymous with the British government, and London knew Whitehall as the people of the Empire knew the capital.

Foltseva walked over just in time to hear this comment from Alan Wilson, what does it mean to help on an official level? Who represents the official level? Only Alan Wilson himself is here now, and it’s just this imperialist bureaucrat who represents the British officialdom?

How in the world is Vivien Leigh going to be helped? Foltseva naturally interjects, “Ms. Vivien Leigh, if you have the opportunity, you should visit Moscow and add a degree of understanding of the Soviet Union. Many of your movies, too, are known to the Soviet people, and I’m sure you’ll be a big hit when you arrive in our Soviet Union, which is a completely different world.”

“A completely different world?” Vivien Lei looked perplexed, still not quite understanding what that statement actually meant.

“There’s nothing different, we all live on the same planet, where is there a different world.” Alan Wilson blandly picked up the conversation, stopping Foltseva, a dangerous commie, from pulling down the national treasure of the British Empire.

As a famous actress with widespread popularity, the American market was very important to Vivienne, don’t let it spill over to Vivienne when McCarthy went on a killing spree.

“Ms. Ekaterina, look what’s going on over there.” Alan Wilson held out a finger to change the subject with a threatening intent for Foltseva not to get in her way.

The two pretended to leave Vivienne’s side of the room, and Allen Wilson barred his mouth back and said with intent, “Thirty or so can actually be considered the best age for exceptional women, with the exception of women in general.”

“It’s very immoral to harbor ill will towards a woman with a husband.” Foltseva muttered in a small voice.

“Ah …… have a husband!” Alan Wilson exclaimed with an indifferent face, and with a turn of phrase said, “Isn’t that better?”

A sentence reveals its own dark side, but no one can see it, only Foltseva can see it, but will anyone believe a Soviet talking? Soviet women cadres, so what, but still not chewed?

It’s like Alan Wilson, telling the Soviet Union that the British Empire is a friend of the Soviet Union, the Soviets won’t believe it either.