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Moscow's morning is still as cold as ever. Bukharin put on the same black overcoat he wore at the beginning, and donned a fur hat, just like the outfit he wore when he delivered a speech with Lenin during the October Revolution.
He quickly rode his bicycle to the Kremlin, and after passing the inspection of the sentries at the gate, Bukharin walked to the unremarkable building inside the Kremlin, which was the destination of his visit.
Unlike the grand and imposing main palace of the Kremlin, if you don't observe carefully, you won't even notice any buildings here.
Of course, one would never expect to find hidden danger in this seemingly peaceful place. After the last Opposition alliance was defeated, Cheka took over the defense here. Without the permission of the supreme leader, no one can approach this place.
Today, however, Bukharin unexpectedly discovered that the guards from Cheka stationed here had all withdrawn. The square in front of the building was eerily quiet, not the kind of deathly silence filled with danger, but a complete stillness. Did Stalin really trust himself this much? Bukharin found it somewhat unbelievable.
However, he soon saw a figure. The person was dressed in the uniform of the House Committee on the Interior, was bald, and had two mustaches shaped like an "8". He was the head of the Political Security Bureau of the country in Yagoda. Upon seeing Bukharin's arrival, this influential leader of the Cheka immediately greeted him.
"Good morning, comrade Bukharin."
"Good morning, comrade Yagoda. By the way, what are you doing here?" Bukharin asked after embracing Yagoda.
"Stalin Comrade is very concerned about Krupskaya Comrade's health, but he is busy with work, so he can only ask me to come and say hello for him."
Yagoda shrugged,
"I didn't expect to run into Bukharin Comrade, why don't we go visit Krupskaya Comrade together?"
Is it just right? Bukharin sneered inwardly, fearing that this was to monitor him. Bukharin was well aware of the purpose behind Stalin's instructions, yet he felt no panic at all. This was because all of Stalin's actions were within the scope of what Strasser had informed him about, including Stalin sending Yagoda, the most powerful figure among his subordinates in the Political Security Bureau of the country, to watch over him.
"Since that's the case, let's go visit Comrade Krupskaya together." Despite feeling very unhappy, Bukharin readily agreed. In fact, setting aside everything else, Stalin was quite good at taking care of Krupskaya, at least he assigned a special person to take care of her life.
Although Krupskaya has not reached the point of being unable to take care of herself as in the 1930s, she has a dedicated chef and maid at her residence. Despite Krupskaya believing that a Communist does not need a maid, perhaps for the sake of having someone to talk to, she ultimately did not dismiss them. "Comrade Krupskaya is inside, but she has not gotten up yet. Would you like to wait a little longer?"
After knocking on the door of Krupskaya's residence, a young woman who seemed to be just over twenty years old opened the door. Upon learning the purpose of their visit and leading them to the door of a bedroom, the young girl, who was Krupskaya's nanny and also a member of the Soviet Communist Party, made a proposal to Bukharin. Her tone and demeanor did not show the expected shyness of her age, but instead appeared confident and poised.
Bukharin nodded in agreement, "In that case, let's wait here for a while." Yagoda had no objections, but they didn't have to wait long before the familiar voice of Bukharin echoed in the room after the young girl left.
"Since you're already here, why not come in?" Bukharin didn't dare to delay and immediately pushed open the door and walked in. Sitting on the sofa inside was a person, none other than Krupskaya, the widow of the great mentor. Her health was not as poor as people imagined. She had already tidied up her hair and dressed neatly, believing that she should maintain proper attire in front of anyone.
At this moment, Krupskaya looks radiant, except for some redness in her nose indicating that she has not fully recovered from the cold, everything is normal.
"Comrade Krupskaya, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. We thought you were still sleeping."
Bukharin takes off his hat and salutes, Yagoda does the same, but he doesn't need to take off his hat.
"No, I should apologize. I made you wait for too long. I was just tidying up my outfit," the old lady said kindly, looking at Bukharin with a somewhat puzzled expression and explained, "Years of being a secret agent, old habits die hard. Whenever someone knocks on the door, I wake up completely."
"So, from the moment you walked in, I was already awake."
Bukharin found this hard to believe, but Yagoda could relate, as only those in the same field would understand each other.
"So, are you here today to visit me? I'm very glad."
Krupskaya glanced at Bukharin and asked inexplicably, "Of course, it's more than that, comrade Krupskaya." Bukharin seemed to have not noticed Yagoda beside him, and took a few steps forward with his hands crossed.
"I also want to talk about your involvement with Zinoviev, Kamenev, and the Opposition." Bukharin's words surprised everyone present, including the General Secretary who was eavesdropping on the phone several kilometers away. He couldn't help but clench his fists. "Sure enough, Bukharin is still not giving up."
"Watch your words, Comrade Bukharin," Nadezhda Krupskaya hinted that the walls have ears. However, Bukharin had no intention of stopping.
"I am very satisfied with the current situation of the central party, especially Comrade Stalin holding the highest power."
Bukharin's next statement turned the situation around.
"I strongly support Comrade Stalin in abolishing the New Economic Policy and implementing the Five-Year Plan."
However, there are still Opposition forces within the party who want to challenge Comrade Stalin's authority, which is intolerable. Especially the Opposition alliance led by Kamenev, Zinoviev, and Trotsky, this is a betrayal of Leninism!"
Bukharin became increasingly agitated as he angrily accused, as if he really regarded Stalin as his leader.
"I think they are beyond redemption. These reactionary elements should be completely expelled from the party. I intend to completely sever my ties with them. Comrade Krupskaya, please make sure not to have any contact with these reactionary elements."
"Bukharin deliberately emphasized the word 'make sure' to express his irreconcilable enmity with them."
Bukharin's words were obviously shocking, leaving everyone present stunned. Behind him, Yagoda was questioning the purpose of this trip, while Krupskaya stared at Bukharin's clasped hands for a moment before smiling and saying, "I understand your perspective, Comrade Bukharin, but I hope the party remains united and does not attack each other due to differences in ideology."
"Have you really listened to what I said?"
Bukharin asked repeatedly.
"Yes, of course I heard it. I'm not senile yet, Comrade Bukharin. You don't need to spend too much time on this old man."
Krupskaya issued the order of expulsion.
"Since that's the case, we won't stay any longer. Comrade Krupskaya, take care of yourself." Bukharin said with a determined look, then left with Yagoda.
Bukharin's words were transmitted through the air to a listening device in Krupskaya's room, and then through an electrical current to the phone in the room of the highest leader of the Kremlin several kilometers away. The General Secretary of the Soviet Communist Party closed the phone with a heavy sigh, looking puzzled, muttering to himself,
"Could it be that I am really overthinking? Bukharin has completely obeyed me?"
At the same time, Krupskaya quickly took out a notebook after Bukharin left and began recording what Bukharin had just said.
Just as Bukharin stepped forward, his crossed hands began to tap continuously on his arms. Krupskaya, familiar with espionage work, immediately realized that it was Morse code.
"From now on, everything I say means the opposite, long live Comrade Lenin!"
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