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Lev Davidovich Trotsky rang the doorbell, and the person who opened the door for him was a young girl, who happened to be Krupskaya's nanny.
"I received an invitation from Comrade Krupskaya," Trotsky said somewhat hesitantly.
"Yes, this way please, Comrade Trotsky."
Guided by the girl, Trotsky arrived in front of an inconspicuous room, where she gestured for him to enter.
Trotsky nodded and opened the door, only to find a space much larger than he had imagined, with more people inside than he had expected.
Apart from Krupskaya, there are also Zinoviev, Kamenev, Bukharin, and Likachov among others. These individuals have differing political views, but the one thing they all share is that they have either lost or are about to lose in their power struggle against Stalin. Trotsky does not believe that Bukharin can defeat Stalin. Based on his understanding of Bukharin, he thinks that while Bukharin can barely keep up with him in theoretical studies, he is a complete novice in political struggles.
"Hey, isn't this Comrade Trotsky? Haven't seen you in a few days, what's up?"
Zinoviev as sharp-tongued as ever.
"What's with the attitude? You don't hold any position in the Comintern." (In January 1927, the Executive Committee of the Comintern decided to remove Trotsky from his position as a member of the Executive Committee.)
Kamenev is more tactful, but his words are more cutting, almost causing Bukharin to spit out his tea. He choked on his water, coughing and clutching his chest, while Kirov hurriedly patted his back. "I was thinking, at least I was taken down by the combined fire of you and Stalin, how come you two can't beat the Stalin and Bukharin duo in a 2v2?"
"If I were to calculate, the two of you would be inseparable." Trotsky refused to be outdone, in terms of insulting people, the people here combined are no match for him. In history, the original supporters of the Trotsky line, Gao and Ji, joined forces with Stalin to get rid of Trotsky, largely because his mouth was too venomous, and he always managed to break through others' defenses.
If Trotsky were born in the twenty-first century, dominating all of Zaun would be a piece of cake. One can only say that the era limited Trotsky's potential, forcing him to showcase his skills in criticism through newspaper articles. "You, Menshevik, stop barking; what a fence-sitter."
Zinoviev obviously hit a sore spot and stood up shouting loudly.
"What, have some people forgotten who was gloating about taking over the highest power of the Soviet when they kicked me out, only to come to me a year later like a beaten dog and apologize?" Trotsky laughed, his mustache twitching, looking particularly punchable.
"You..."
Zinoviev obviously broke the defense. He really wanted to refute, but for a moment, he couldn't find the right words.
"Calm down, Comrade Zinoviev,"
Kamenev is obviously a man of action. "Criticism is useless against someone like him, we need critical weapons." Kamenev is rolling up his sleeves and getting ready to take action.
Obviously, the Opposition members gathered here today have a common enemy in Stalin, but they are not united due to differences in their political stance or personal issues. It seems like a showdown is about to take place here.
"Enough, comrades. I've put in a lot of effort to find this safe place and gather you all here. I didn't do it to see you argue," said the venerable Krupskaya, putting a stop to the commotion.
"Sorry, Comrade Krupskaya, for making you laugh."
Among those present, Bukharin reacted the fastest. This trip to Berlin had clearly upgraded his brain; at least this guy was a bit smarter compared to the bookworm he used to be.
Of course, this was thanks to Strasser teaching Bukharin the famous Eastern military treatise "The Thirty-Six Stratagems," which ensured that he would not be completely ignorant in political struggles.
In this situation, Trotsky and others quickly bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes. After all, despite the quarrels, everyone can still see the current situation clearly. If we don't unite now, the Soviet Union will become Stalin's one-man show.
"I called you all here today to discuss your good suggestions on how to solve the problem of party dictatorship. The Soviet Union cannot become someone's personal possession."
The meaning of Krupskaya is already quite clear; she is not opposing one person's political views to support another, but rather to uphold the democratic system within the party. Dictatorship is absolutely unacceptable, even Comrade Lenin never did such a thing while he was alive. "What else can be done, Comrade Krupskaya?"
Trotsky Shrugs,
"We have suffered a complete and utter defeat. Everyone present has been stripped of real power by Stalin, there is simply no force opposing him."
"Yes, although I'm not a fan of Comrade Trotsky, I must admit that what he says is true. None of us have any real power, except for the faction of Bukharin comrades."
Zinoviev reluctantly admitted, "Otherwise, Comrade Bukharin, you can go one-on-one with Stalin. As long as you win, you will definitely be a great hero against the Stalin group. We will definitely not take credit from you." Kamenev smirked and instigated Bukharin to solo the instance.
"If I were confident in taking down the Stalin group, I wouldn't have come to find you."
Bukharin sweated nervously.
"You must support me. I promise that after coming to power, I will give you all the space to display your talents and will not suppress you like Stalin did, undermining the democratic system within the party."
"Of course, the premise is that you cannot tamper with agricultural and new economic policies." Bukharin presented his bargaining chip, which was also taught to him by Strasser. Upon hearing this, everyone present stopped joking and began to seriously contemplate their strategies.
"Comrade Bukharin, the conditions you offered are indeed very tempting, and I really want to help you, but I am truly unable to do so. The power to appoint military and important party positions is now in Stalin's hands, and we have no other way but to write articles and criticize people." Trotsky gave his answer.
"It's true, we can't help you with anything."
Zinoviev looked somewhat helpless.
"No, this is enough."
Bukharin firmly said, "Just like what you did to Comrade Trotsky, you only need to prepare articles criticizing 'Stalinism' as a betrayal of 'Leninism' and declare that the future task of the Soviet Party is to thoroughly bury 'Stalinism' within the party and be theoretically prepared to overthrow the Stalin group. Leave the rest to me and Khrushchev."
"Bukharin's words attracted the attention of everyone present, and they all stared at this man with a small head but big ambitions. 'Comrade Bukharin, what do you want to do?' asked Krupskaya."
"Criticism of Stalin using weapons," Bukharin said without hesitation, his eyes burning with a brown flame. From this moment on, Bukharin stepped forward beyond his place in history.
In the future, perhaps more steps will be taken.
It is unclear whether there existed a secret faction within the Soviet Communist Party opposing Stalin in the 1930s. However, now, under the cultivation of Stalin's brutal methods and the watering of Strasser's provocations, a secret faction opposing Stalin truly took root in 1927. Whether this is good or bad for the future of the Soviet Socialist Republic remains unknown.
In the dim light, Strasser was writing line after line with a fountain pen. It was evident that the names listed were those of enemies executed or shot in the past few years, most of whom were members of the bourgeoisie and feudal landlords.
Two names stand out, written in particularly large font.
Nazi Party leader Adolf Hitler was shot and killed by Ernst Rom with a pistol in Munich prison on September 5, 1926.
Another line prominently states that Soviet leader Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin was shot in the back of the head by assassin Nikolayev and died, but the date is not provided.
Strasser pondered while twirling a pen, still unable to decide when the best time to take action would be, as there were simply too many factors to consider.
"Forget it, I'll think about this later," he said.
Shaking his head, Strasser closed his diary and got up to leave the room.
On the office desk, the exquisitely packaged, black-covered notebook reveals its front, with the title "DEATHNOTE" written in gold-embossed English characters.
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