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　　 羅曼諾夫盯著克里姆林宮窗外，天很黑，空氣很冷。盡管布爾什維克解散了沙皇，但他們還沒有時間埋葬最後一個沙皇。

　　 他戴上皮帽，回到辦公桌繼續工作。

　　 自沙皇時代以來，克里姆林宮的權力和威嚴已經大大提升。但盡管它富麗堂皇，規模龐大，但它仍然是人們工作的工作場所。這不是博物館，也不是華麗的宮殿。

　　 電話鈴響了。

　　 “你好，同志。”

　　 “你好，總書記同志。莫洛托夫、卡岡諾維奇和馬林科夫同志已抵達客廳，等待與您會面。”

　　 “叫他們進來，”羅曼諾夫說，懶得轉身。

　　 門開了，他的一個助理，一個戴著牙套的年輕女子走了進來。

　　 “謝謝你，”羅曼諾夫點頭對她說，沒有從桌子上抬起頭來。“同志，你全名叫什麼？”他問那個女孩。

　　 “奧爾加·米哈伊洛夫娜·特雷古波娃，先生。”

　　 “先生？這是克里姆林宮，請稱呼同志。”

　　 “是的，同志，”女孩禮貌地回答，有點困惑。

　　 “你在干什麼？”

　　 “莫洛托夫同志剛到，同志。”

　　 “你們年輕人總是容易在資本主義國家受到這些事情的影響，你是新來的，對嗎？”

　　 “是的，同志，”女孩再次回答。

　　 “好吧，我們稍後再談，奧爾加。你可以休息一天。永遠記住你的職責。現在，帶我去會議室，同志。然後，請離開。”

　　 奧爾加點點頭，離開房間，帶著莫洛托夫、卡岡諾維奇和馬林科夫同志來到會議室。她關上身後的門。

　　 他不知道該如何看待她。她似乎是一個忠誠的共產主義者，但她也有一點斯大林主義的心態。不過，這是沒有理由的。

　　 羅曼諾夫還是習慣於維克多·阿爾卡季耶維奇·秋爾金助理的幫助，但是他已經去列寧格勒擔任職務來增加資歷了。克里姆林宮的生活並不令人不快，只是有點太孤立了。羅曼諾夫想象他的繼任者會有同樣的擔憂，盡管它畢竟是蘇聯。

　　 “莫洛托夫同志、卡岡諾維奇同志、還有馬林科夫同志，我感謝您們能來到克里姆林宮。我代表黨感謝您們為了社會主義的奮斗。”

　　 所謂的“斯大林幫派”的三名成員來自所謂的“老衛兵”，這些人自革命以來一直存在。他們有自己的缺點，但他們受到黨的信任，他們總是盡其所能支持蘇聯政府。

　　 他們互致問候，然後坐下來，等待會議開始。他們沒有一個人閒聊，都在等羅曼諾夫講話。

　　 “奧爾加·米哈伊洛夫娜·特雷古波娃同志去把我的經濟方案遞給大家，順便准備咖啡。”

　　 這立刻引起了三個人的注意。

　　 “她？”卡岡諾維奇驚訝道。“同志要他那愚蠢的小情人干什麼？”

　　 “我不明白你的意思，同志。”

　　 “別跟我裝傻，同志。我們都知道你的意思。一個留著金長發的年輕女孩。你不難發現。”

　　 “我可以問你這是什麼意思嗎？”羅曼諾夫皺著眉頭問道。

　　 “哦，那麼你現在想扮演紳士了？別擔心，同志，我們會開門見山的。我們知道你的小愛好。”

　　 “我的……”

　　 “是的，你的小。。。和這個女孩的關系。我們知道你是怎麼和她關在一起的。怎樣起初，我們只是認為這是無辜的。兩個年輕、健康、有遠見的共產主義者享受著彼此的陪伴。”

　　 羅曼諾夫總書記帶著憤怒地說：“這是誹謗！卡岡諾維奇同志！”卡岡諾維奇不悅地說：“總書記同志，我不喜歡你的助理，更不喜歡你的姓氏在克里姆林宮。”

　　 莫洛托夫打斷了兩人的對話說：“好了，卡岡諾維奇同志你不能因為姓氏就這樣說話。羅曼諾夫總書記，請不要在意他的胡言亂語，我們這群老頭子還是對羅曼諾夫這個姓氏太敏感了。”

　　 卡岡諾維奇憤怒地對莫洛托夫說：“你閉嘴，老家伙！你甚至還沒到年齡！”

　　 這句話引起了莫洛托夫的責罵，但羅曼諾夫笑了。

　　 過了一會兒，奧爾加·米哈伊洛夫娜·特雷古波娃抱著一疊簡要說明的經濟方案文件回來遞給了莫洛托夫、卡岡諾維奇與馬林科夫。特雷古波娃然後緊張地去旁邊准備咖啡。

　　 這些人開始通讀這些文件，翻閱其中一些文件，並駁回其他文件。房間里一片寂靜，每個人都在等待有人打破寂靜。

　　 過了一會兒，卡岡諾維奇打破了沉默。

　　 “這是背叛與電子法西斯主義！為了提高勞動生產率而加劇收入不平等形成物質刺激，並取消累進計件工資制與恢復食品供應處罰與獎勵機制？國有企業管理與監察法、合法化小型私營企業與廢除集體化農場是什麼意思？”卡岡諾維奇說。

　　 “是的，這很重要。我們不能讓我們的公民變得太富裕。如果他們過得舒適，他們就不會繼續努力工作。”羅曼諾夫回答說：“這些措施將確保工人的基本需求得到滿足，並防止大部分人口挨餓。這些經濟計劃將使我們在與美國的軍備競賽中占上風。”

　　 馬林科夫說，“這些措施將摧毀偉大衛國戰爭的成果！

　　 卡岡諾維奇繼續說：“這些措施與黨的路线相矛盾！黨的路线是國家應該照顧每個人，而不是富人越來越富，窮人越來越窮！”

　　 “這只是進步的代價。”

　　 馬林科夫反駁道。“這將導致腐敗、低效和國家的削弱！因此，我們的帝國主義敵人將在世界上獲得更多的權力和影響力！”

　　 “我們必須務實！”羅曼諾夫嚴肅地說：“柯西金改革時期形成的那一批企業負責人已經控制了蘇聯工廠，我們不能讓所有人全部撤職也不能阻止所有人虛報指標與黑市販賣設備！這讓所有人經手財政卻又指望他們不腐敗是不現實與反人性的。”

　　 馬林科夫憤怒地說：“在你的統治下，富人越來越富，窮人越來越窮。這不是我們光榮革命的基礎！”

　　 “並不是，我只是讓企業負責人將國有企業股份化來讓他們成為企業的股東，這樣才能防止他們出賣國有企業。而且，這也將繼續公有制防止他們嘗試私有化。富人越來越富有，因為他們為改善人民生活所做的工作得到了回報。如果富人越來越富，那麼窮人也必然越來越富。我們都需要工作才能生存，這是經濟運行的唯一方式。”

　　 莫洛托夫抬頭盯著羅曼諾夫說：“你怎麼防止這些企業負責人壟斷財富？”

　　 “我從來不相信這些人，他們會在之後十五年內陸續富有然後為了企業牟利努力工作，再然後被克格勃與監察委員會以腐敗罪名逮捕執行死刑，財產也會沒收。”

　　 “你反應過度了，莫洛托夫同志。我們可以相信這些領導人。”

　　 卡岡諾維奇打斷了他的話，“相信他們嗎？他們比黨更忠於自己的私人利益，他們的前任也是如此，他們在白色恐怖時期對前政府忠誠了這麼多年。我們需要繼續振興黨的路线，以防止這些自大狂在已經統治了國家的情況下統治黨。”

　　 “我不能接受。但是我們會阻止他們的，經濟是政治的奴隸。”羅曼諾夫說完，特雷古波娃端著幾杯咖啡放在他們面前。他謝了她，接著說。

　　 “當然，為了避免工農重新被剝削與壓迫。我們絕對不會進行私有化與市場經濟轉型，但蘇聯指令型計劃經濟的滯後性與缺乏競爭能力必須解決。這就是為什麼黨將嘗試推行列寧格勒模式發展下的集約化技術計劃經濟。”

　　 “這到底是什麼意思？”

　　 羅曼諾夫解釋說：“為了修正指令性計劃經濟下的問題，指令性計劃經濟滯後性是因為蘇聯計劃經濟結構是由國家計劃委員會等各部委計算與指令等因素，而工業產品與消費品質量下降是由於缺乏競爭對手與官僚主義等因素。經濟權力必須從各中央部委下放轉移到區域經濟部門，即所謂的經濟區。與各部不同，這些經濟區由民選人員管理，他們可以根據地區和生產力的最佳利益做出決策。這些技術官僚將得到經濟區的支持與力求技術創新來競爭戰勝其他經濟區，國家計劃委員會將逐步改組為僅僅保持宏觀政策的國民經濟發展委員會。當前黨、國家和工會的官僚體系必須轉變為技術專業化的微觀管理體系。”

　　 特雷古波娃笑著說：“聽起來像是南斯拉夫人。”每個人都笑了。

　　 羅曼諾夫揮手說：“任何糾正指揮經濟問題的計劃都必須考慮在這種壓迫下受苦的群眾。我們必須記住，人民已經做好了改變的准備，但還沒有。我們將不得不求助於他們的技術和物質利益。我們的政策將以解放者的思想為基礎。約瑟夫·斯大林同志。”

　　 老人的臉上洋溢著驕傲。

　　 卡岡諾維奇狼吞虎咽地喝了些咖啡，說，“請問，解放者的經濟計劃和其他經濟計劃有什麼區別？”

　　 “哦，其他計劃側重於利潤，利潤最終將轉嫁給工人階級。並且正如斯大林同志的一國社會主義觀點，蘇維埃聯盟是社會主義的火種與長女。我們寧願暫時減少世界革命對外援助的那兩百多億盧布資金，也必須優先保持蘇維埃聯盟的穩定。現在，資本主義國家針對我們的貿易與技術壁壘正如1929年前一樣，黨現在需要戰略收縮來等待資本主義國家重新爆發一次周期性的世界經濟危機。”

　　 “我很困惑。在這個新計劃中，工人階級和所謂的勞動群眾將扮演什麼角色？”

　　 “計劃已經描述了工廠將逐漸在之後三十年內實行機器自動化生產，工人階級與勞動群眾將不會是工廠的管理者與技術人員。這並不違反社會主義工人國家的原則性。”

　　 “我們如何防止外國資本主義剝削和技術繞過蘇聯？”

　　 “我們的計劃不僅有助於我們的經濟，還將加強我們的軍事力量。”

　　 卡岡諾維奇問道：“怎麼做？”

　　 “奧加爾科夫元帥的信息化軍隊理論會對此有幫助。”羅曼諾夫回答後，莫洛托夫點點頭說：“我們都是老人了，你們這些年輕人將繼續帶領祖國前行。”

　　 羅曼諾夫點點頭嚴肅地說：“是的，所以我真心請求莫洛托夫同志、卡岡諾維奇同志、馬林科夫同志能擔任蘇聯共產黨中央顧問委員會成員，為蘇共政治局提供建議。”

　　 莫洛托夫臉上洋溢著自豪和支持。卡岡諾維奇皺起眉頭沉思。過了一會兒，他說：“很好。”

　　 “謝謝你，”羅曼諾夫回答。

　　 莫洛托夫離開了，卡岡諾維奇對羅曼諾夫和特雷古波娃說：“我為我缺乏信任而道歉。我也曾經年輕過一次。”他也離開了。

　　 特雷古波娃問羅曼諾夫：“我們現在該怎麼辦？”

　　 “我們將繼續執行該計劃，”他說。

　　 現在只有羅曼諾夫自己與特雷古波娃了，他在椅上放松並說：“幫我拿伏特加過來。”

　　 “我想我應該再喝點咖啡，”他說。

　　 特雷古波娃皺了皺眉頭說：“不，你需要飲料。”

　　 “是的，同志。”羅曼諾夫盯著她說：“我老了，我不知道我能不能在我近視變得更嚴重前讓蘇聯平穩交給繼任者。”

　　 “別擔心，我打賭你會活得比所有人都長。”

　　 “也許，”他說，“但要留下繼任者還需要很長時間。”

　　 特雷古波娃躺在沙發上，盯著天花板。羅曼諾夫又喝了一口咖啡。

　　 “你對斯大林同志怎麼看？”羅曼諾夫打開收音機調到音樂電台播放現在流行的《最美好的前途》。

　　 “哦，他，”特雷古波娃說。“他是一位偉大的領袖，我想你在很多方面都很相似。熱情、固執、堅定。”

　　 “不，我可不希望借助令人作嘔的個人崇拜與領袖政治來統治世界。”

　　 “你是什麼意思？”

　　 “我的意思是，我只是一位技術官僚，並不是什麼神像或者魔鬼。我希望每個蘇聯領導人只出現在教科書課本、書籍與肖像中。畢竟，人們一般只認識最高領導者。”羅曼諾夫走到她面前，盯著她。“你是誰？我是誰？我們是什麼？”

　　 特雷古波娃回答說：“我們是蘇聯的最高領導人。”

　　 羅曼諾夫點點頭伸手抓住她的下巴說：“選擇性遺忘是最好的，個人崇拜與抹黑攻擊只會導致鍾擺效應，而禁止又會導致禁果效應。”他放手繼續說，“政治局的決定是由多數人統治作出的。”他看著她說：“我們正在做保衛祖國必須做的事情。”

　　 特雷古波娃看著他說：“人民將跟隨我們進入戰斗和勝利。”

　　 “是的，他們會的，同志。如果我們幸運的話，無知的烏合之眾實際上會開始相信他們自己的新聞稿。”

　　 “我注意到你沒有戴黨針。”

　　 “胡說八道。你很難找到一個不是斯大林主義者的中央委員會成員。”羅曼諾夫把手放在她的臉上說：“你會接受某種檢查嗎？”

　　 “不管怎樣，他們可能很快就會這麼做，”特雷古波娃一邊說，一邊把他的手從臉頰上移開。

　　 “很快？張開你的嘴巴。”

　　 “什麼？”她問。“為什麼？”

　　 “我想看看你有多少顆牙齒……”

　　 特雷古波娃張開嘴，羅曼諾夫檢查了她的牙齒。他數了數，“一，二，三，四……等等，五，六，七？”

　　 “你的臼齒不規則。”

　　 “這種現象在工程師和建築商中是眾所周知的。這不是缺陷。”

　　 “這並不意味著這是一種令人向往的特質。”

　　 於是，兩位領導人進行了一場友誼賽，看誰的蛆牙比對方多。

　　 羅曼諾夫的手指在她的牙齒邊摩擦，他盯著說：“你知道我62歲了，你才23歲。”他又靠近了她的臉。“我還可以和你有一段……肉體上的關系。”

　　 “抱歉？”

　　 “我仍然可以滿足你的……肉體欲望……如果你願意……和我一起……做這樣的事。”他把手移到她的胸前，用力抓住她。“你仍然可以讓我……快樂……如果你……幫一個老人一個小忙的話。”

　　 特雷古波娃推開他說：“住手！馬上住手！”

　　 “你不願意？畢竟，我們都是成年人。”

　　 “我不是妓女！我不會像妓女一樣被買賣！”特雷古波娃推開他說。

　　 “當我滿足你的……身體需求時，你仍然可以這樣做。我們仍然可以從權力中獲得食物、產品和金錢權力。你只會……嗯……嫉妒。”

　　 “……我會的？我真不敢相信我處於這種境地。”

　　 “那是什麼情況？”

　　 “我現在的處境是，一個男人用他的謊言欺騙了我，給了我……一筆交易。”

　　 羅曼諾夫笑了笑說：“所以，你想參與並擁有我的權力還是被我開除？無論如何，我現在就在你面前。”

　　 “我……我不知道在這里該做什麼，”特雷古波娃說。“這對我有什麼好處？”

　　 “我想和你建立一種親密的關系。我不想處理孩子們的麻煩或經營農場。作為回報，你將獲得權力、財富和地位。想想在我的幫助下你可以擁有多大的特權！”

　　 現在輪到特雷古波娃笑了。“有了這個提議，我可能會考慮這樣的事情。”

　　 “很好，”他說，“現在，讓我們為你做好准備。”羅曼諾夫把她帶到他的臥室。

　　 他們很快就結束了。羅曼諾夫無法站起來，特雷古波娃也沒有真正的心情。你們兩個離開房間時，特雷古波娃擦去了眼淚。

　　 “我很好，”她說，“我現在就細想一下。”

　　 “這是你成長的一天，你成了我的女人。我們擁有了共同的汙點，這將讓我相信你。”“你這是什麼意思？”

　　 “我們所處的時代幾乎沒有什麼確定性。最好樂觀地展望未來，但也要有一點懷疑。未來將是我們創造的。我將幫助你們創造一個統治者和一個男人的未來。我們將活得很長，我無法想象有一個更好的人來分享這些年。我愛你，同志。”

　　 你們兩個擁抱了。

　　 “我已經准備好邁出下一步了，”特雷古波娃說，“你想做什麼？”

　　 “忠誠地向我匯報一切，我不喜歡你欺騙我，還有你是我的。”羅曼諾夫拍了拍她的臉。“總有一天我們會成為富人，但讓我們完成這第一步。畢竟，我也有需要。”

　　 “是的，是的，”特雷古波娃笑著說，“我是你的。”

　　 表演結束後，特雷古波娃睡著了。她上班得早起。羅曼諾夫仍然很清醒。現在怎麼辦？

　　 他犯下了一個錯誤嗎？

　　 羅曼諾夫給酒杯又倒上伏特加說：“特雷古波娃，你認為我應該永遠是廉潔自律的蘇共總書記嗎？不腐敗？”

　　 特雷古波娃在睡夢中動了動。“你在說什麼？你當然是。”

　　 “你認為我應該始終把黨和人民放在首位嗎？不是我的家人，不是我自己？”

　　 特雷古波娃鼾聲驚醒。“當然。”

　　 她起身雙手勾住羅曼諾夫的脖子吻他說：“你已經為黨廉潔了幾十年了，你可以拿到你應得的那部分。再說了，就是赫魯曉夫也有福爾采娃呢！來吧！首先是黨，然後是一切。”

　　 他微微一笑，“你是個好人，特雷古波娃。你總是在不需要的時候支持我，在應該批評的時候批評我。你讓生活變得有價值。”

　　 她笑了，“你讓它變得值得，你知道嗎？”

　　 “是的…我想我要去我的辦公室。我睡不著。”

　　 “為了什麼？我覺得你太擔心你的良心了，讓你自己的欲望吞噬你。看著我，你不想要我嗎？來操我。”

　　 “你喝醉了，特雷古波娃。你根本不知道自己在說什麼。”

　　 “你想操我，不是嗎？”她笑著說，“好吧，那就去吧。我不為我是誰感到羞恥。”

　　 “我永遠不會為你感到羞恥。”

　　 特雷古波娃向一邊望去。她用手指玩。她回頭看看羅曼諾夫，看看他會怎麼做。

　　 “求求你，羅曼諾夫……我想感受你的公雞在我內心深處的感覺。像你說的那樣去做。”

　　 他走到她床邊，跪下。他拔出了那只跳動的公雞。他把頭放在她的嘴唇上，她急切地把它叼進嘴里，輕輕地吮吸著，透過睫毛抬起頭看著他。

　　 “就是這樣，親愛的，就是這樣。”他一邊呻吟著一邊把她的頭在他的公雞上來回推。他抓住她的長發，引導她的步伐。他穩住她的頭，開始從她的嘴里進進出出。“我仍然感到內疚。”

　　 特雷古波娃停下來說：“為什麼？難道你真正想工作到死，然後躺在新聖女公墓里？”她用手背擦了擦嘴。“你是個革命者，你不需要永遠活著。”她撫摸著他的臉。“我知道你怎麼能滿足，就這樣。拜托，操我的嘴，別擔心其他別的。”她看著他，眨了眨睫毛，羅曼諾夫無法拒絕她。

　　 特雷古波娃的嘴是他從未有過的感覺。緊，濕，渴望。他可以整天這樣做，而且永遠不會厭倦。她歪著頭，他用手捂住她的嘴。

　　 她拉開手說：“你嘗起來像我。”他嘗起來像煙草和伏特加。

　　 當他吻她的時候，她開始脫衣服。很快，她全身赤裸，准備迎接他。他站起來，脫下衣服。

　　 “在床上，親愛的，”他命令道。她坐在她的背上，他站在她的上方，慢慢地把自己推到她身上。他們找到了自己的節奏。

　　 他以前沒想過，但他有點擔心會傷害到她。這對他來說還是新鮮事，但他認為他會戴避孕套。她伸出雙臂抓住床頭板。

　　 “過來，”她說。

　　 “什麼？”他氣喘吁吁地說。

　　 “走近點。當你走進我的身體時，我想看看你的眼睛。”

　　 他照著吩咐的做了，跪在她身上，深深地推入她的內心深處。他們的眼睛緊閉著。

　　 “我想我以後應該少喝點伏特加，酒精讓我今天這樣違反了生活原則。”羅曼諾夫吻著她的脖子後悔說。

　　 “別擔心，”她氣喘吁吁地說。“生命是短暫的，我希望你在死前把你的孩子填滿我。”

　　 他笑了，“我不認為我會在戰斗中死去。”

　　 她笑著呻吟著，“你繼續思考，我們將繼續測試。”他笑著在她內心達到高潮。

　　 太陽從城市上空升起時，他們一起躺在床上。

　　 “所以，這就是擁有一個家庭的感覺，特雷古波娃。我很高興。”

　　 “我也很高興，因為你是我的一部分。我們都一樣，我們在任何地方都一樣。”她睡意朦朧地說。她把手放在他的胸前，感覺到他的心跳。“你現在該走了。太陽再落山時我再見。”

　　 羅曼諾夫起身穿衣服說：“對了，不要把我們的事情泄露出去，你知道這是多大的問題。”

　　 她笑著說：“你太擔心了。如果有人發現了，那就不是秘密了。整個城市都會知道的。”

　　 “這才是問題，我是蘇維埃聯盟的領導人。更不要說我還有妻子了。”羅曼諾夫穿好衣服把蘇聯政治局別針戴上。“人們比有情人的已婚男人更尊重權力和安全。”

　　 特雷古波娃咯咯地笑著說：“我認為他們不在乎你的妻子。你是一個有權勢的人，不礙事。他們可能希望你給我帶來鮮花和珠寶。”她摸了摸他的胸部。“像這樣。”

　　 羅曼諾夫笑了，“別那樣說話。但是你說得對，如果我沒有什麼可以依靠的，人們不會尊重我。”他握住她的手，把它放在他的心上。“還有這里。你的也在這里。別忘了。”

　　 特雷古波娃用手捂住他的心說：“我不會的。”

　　 “對了，你以後搬到克里姆林宮我的房間住吧。”他一邊打領帶一邊說。

　　 “很好。”她癱倒在床上，抬頭看著華麗的天花板。她打了個哈欠。“是的，親愛的，我在庫爾斯克出生和長大，我負擔不起這樣奢侈的生活。”

　　 “我想讓你感覺特別。”羅曼諾夫開始親吻她的身體。他舔了舔她的肚臍，說：“你是的。”

　　 她笑著說：“我當然是。”

　　 他們花了一整天的時間做愛。

　　 那天晚上晚些時候，羅曼諾夫來到他在克里姆林宮的房間。特雷古波娃已經穿著睡衣，靜靜地坐在床上。她看著他說：“我等不及明天了。”

　　 他笑了，“我也不能，親愛的。我也不能。”

　　 “我知道，你能不能幫我弄一輛ZIL-4104？我也想坐上國家領導人的豪車。”

　　 “我相信我能。”他從抽屜里抓起一些東西。“來，請穿上這個。”他遞給她一件黑色緊身連衣裙。“而且沒有內褲。”

　　 她翻了翻眼睛，但是把衣服穿上。

　　 “我想知道為什麼嗎？”她問。

　　 “不。”他邊說邊鎖門。“只是增加一些情趣，你不喜歡？”

　　 “嗯，不。”她一邊說一邊開始脫衣服。

　　 他懷著既期待又恐懼的心情走近她。他很興奮，但很焦慮。他希望這一天是完美的。

　　 她走近他，裸露的身體已經成熟，准備迎接他。她用雙腿摟住他的腰，俯身吻他。他俯下身去擠她的屁股。

　　 他粗暴地對待她。她大聲喘氣。他咬著嘴唇，以免自己呻吟得太大聲。特雷古波娃的陰部太緊了，太熱了，太濕了。他覺得自己好像被分開了，但這種快樂太大了，無法停止。

　　 他們干了多久，誰知道呢。特雷古波娃只知道痛苦，然後是快樂。她倒在他身上。

　　 “太棒了，”她氣喘吁吁地說。“我們能再做一次嗎？”

　　 他笑了，“也許以後吧。現在，我還有別的想法。”

　　 特雷古波娃好奇地看著他。他下了床，走到抽屜前，拿著一個小盒子回來。

　　 “那是什麼？”她問。

　　 他打開盒子，給她看了一對鑽石戒指。

　　 “我不知道該說什麼，”她開始說，“我不知道……”

　　 他打斷她說：“我已經有了妻子，所以只能給你戒指了。你願意陪我這個老人嗎？”

　　 特雷古波娃咯咯地笑著，“我不知道你說的‘老人’是什麼意思，同志。但是如果你認為我會接受你的戒指，那我會的。”

　　 “好吧，那就穿上吧，”他說著，把盒子遞給她。

　　 她拿了一枚戒指戴在手指上。

　　 特雷古波娃是個樂觀的女人。她相信黨和領導人，所以她相信他們會結婚。當然，她會進入克里姆林宮。他們也會有更多的孩子。可以說，世界就是他們的牡蠣。

　　 她愛羅曼諾夫。她不在乎他六十多歲。她知道他仍然是一個信守諾言的人，會為她提供良好的生活條件。他也會在她身邊。她將能夠與他討論她的擔憂。她可以信賴他。此外，她出生於60年代。這就是她所經歷的。這對她來說很正常。當然，她想要生活中更好的東西，但她從來沒有得到過。她為什麼要擔心有一個比她大得多的丈夫呢？

　　 除了在歷史轉折時期的人以外，單一個體對於歷史是無足輕重的。唯一的問題在於，羅曼諾夫能不能承擔他的責任，世界依然在變化。未來掌握在他的手中。

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　　 Romanov stares out of the Kremlin window. The sky is dark and the air is cold. Even though the Bolshevis dissolved the tsarists, they haven\u0027t had time to bury the last one yet.

　　 He puts on his fur hat and goes back to his desk to continue working.

　　 The Kremlin\u0027s power and grandeur has greatly since the days of the tsars. But despite the opulence and the size, it\u0027s still a working building in which people work. It\u0027s not a museum or a glorified palace.

　　 The phone rings.

　　 \"Hello, comrade.\"

　　 \"Hello, Comrade General Secretary. Comrades Molotov, Kaganovich and Malinkov have arrived in the parlor to wait for a meeting with you.\"

　　 \"Tell them to come in,\" says Romanov, not bothering to turn around.

　　 The door opens and one of his assistants, a young woman with an overbite, enters.

　　 \"Thank you,\" Romanov says to her with a nod, not looking up from his desk. \"What\u0027s your full name, comrade?\" he asks the girl.

　　 \"Olga Mikhailovna Tregubova, sir.\"

　　 \"Sir? This is the Kremlin, please address comrade.\"

　　 \"Yes, comrade,\" the girl replies politely, slightly confused.

　　 \"What are you doing?\"

　　 \"Comrade Molotov has just arrived, comrade.\"

　　 \"You young people are always susceptible to those things in capitalist countries, you\u0027re new here, right?\"

　　 \"Yes, comrade,\" the girl replied again.

　　 \"Well, we\u0027ll talk about that later, Olga. You can rest for the rest of the day. Always remember your duty. Now, just take me to the meeting room, comrade. After that, please leave.\"

　　 Olga nods, leaves the room and takes comrades Molotov, Kaganovich and Malinkov to the meeting room. She closes the door behind her.

　　 Him not sure what to make of her. She seems to be a dedicated communist, but she also has a bit of a Stalinist mindset. There\u0027s no reason for that, though.

　　 Romanov was still accustomed to the help of assistant Viktor Arkadyevich Tyurkin, but he had gone to Leningrad to take up a post to increase his seniority. It wasn\u0027t an unpleasant life in the Kremlin, but it was just a little too isolated. Romanov imagined his successor would have the same concerns, despite it being the USSR after all.

　　 \"Comrade Molotov, Comrade Kaganovich, and Comrade Malinkov, I thank you for coming to the Kremlin. On behalf of the Party, I thank you for your struggle for socialism.\"

　　 The three members of the so-called \"Stalina Gang\" were from the so-called \"old guard\", people who had been around since the days of the revolution. They had their faults, but they were trusted by the Party and they always did what they could to support the government.

　　 They give their greetings in return and sit down, waiting for the meeting to start. None of them engage in idle chit chat, and they all just wait for Romanov to speak.

　　 \"Comrade Olga Mikhailovna Tregubova go and hand out my economic program and prepare coffee by the way.\"

　　 This got the attention of the three men immediately.

　　 \"Her?\" Kaganovich exclaims. \"What does comrade want with his silly little lover?\"

　　 \"I am not sure what you mean, comrade.\"

　　 \"Don\u0027t play stupid with me, comrade. We all know what you mean. A young girl with a long blond hair. You\u0027re not hard to spot.\"

　　 \"May I ask what you mean by this?\" Romanov asks with a frown.

　　 \"Oh, so now you want to play the gentleman? Don\u0027t worry, comrade, we\u0027re going to get to the point. We know about your little hobby.\"

　　 \"My...?\"

　　 \"Yes, your little... relationship with this girl. We know about how you\u0027d spend hours upon hours locked up with her. How... at first, we just thought it was innocent. Two young, healthy, forward-thinking communists enjoying the company of each other.\"

　　 General Secretary Romanov said with anger: \"This is slander! Comrade Kaganovich!\" Kaganovich said unhappily, \"Comrade General Secretary, I don\u0027t like your assistant, and I like your surname even less in the Kremlin.\"

　　 Molotov interrupted the conversation between the two and said, \"Well, Comrade Kaganovich you can\u0027t talk like that just because of your surname. General Secretary Romanov, please disregard his nonsense, we old men are still too sensitive to the surname Romanov.\"

　　 Kaganovich angrily said to Molotov, \"You shut up, old man! You\u0027re not even of age!\"

　　 This remark caused a scolding from Molotov, but Romanov laughed.

　　 After a while Olga Mikhailovna Tregubova returned with a stack of briefly described economic program documents and handed them to Molotov, Kaganovich and Malinkov. Tregubova then nervously went to the side to prepare coffee.

　　 The men begin to read through the documents, going over some of them and dismissing others. The room is silent and everyone waits for someone to break the silence.

　　 After a while Kaganovich breaks the silence.

　　 \"This is treachery and e-fascism! Increasing income inequality to create material incentives in order to increase labor productivity and abolishing the progressive piecework wage system and restoring food supply penalties and incentives? What does the state enterprise management and inspection law, the legalization of small private enterprise and the abolition of collectivized farms mean?\" Kaganovich says.

　　 \"Yes, this is important. We can\u0027t have our citizens become too prosperous. If they get too comfortable, they won\u0027t continue to work hard.\" Romanov answers. \"These measures will ensure that a worker\u0027s basic needs are met and prevent a large segment of the population from starving. These economic plans will give us the upper hand in the arms race with the US.\"

　　 Malinkev says, \u0027These measures will dismantle the gains of the Great Patriotic War!

　　 Kaganovich continues, \"These measures contradict the Party line! The Party line is that the State should take care of everyone, that the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer!\"

　　 \"That\u0027s just the price of progress.\"

　　 Marinkov countered. \"This will lead to corruption, inefficiency and a weakening of the state! As a result, our imperialist enemies will gain more power and influence in the world!\"

　　 \"We have to be pragmatic!\"

　　 Romanov said seriously, \"The group of business leaders formed during the Kosygin reforms has taken control of the Soviet factories, and we can\u0027t have everyone removed from their jobs nor can we stop everyone from misrepresenting their targets and selling equipment on the black market! It\u0027s unrealistic and anti-human to let everyone handle the finances and expect them not to be corrupt.\"

　　 Malinkev angrily said, \"The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer under your rule. This isn\u0027t what our glorious revolution was founded upon!\"

　　 \"Not really, I just let the heads of the companies demutualize the SOEs to make them shareholders of the companies so that they can prevent them from selling out the SOEs. Also, this will continue public ownership to prevent them from trying to privatize. The rich are getting richer, because they are being rewarded for their work to better the people\u0027s lives. If the rich are getting richer, then the poor are getting richer as well by necessity. We all need to work to survive, that\u0027s the only way the economy works.\"

　　 Molotov looked up and stared at Romanov and said, \"How do you prevent the heads of these enterprises from monopolizing the wealth?\"

　　 \"I never trusted these people, they would get rich one after another for the next fifteen years then work hard for corporate profit, and then be arrested and executed by the KGB and the Supervisory Commission for corruption and their property confiscated.\"

　　 \"You\u0027re over-reacting, Comrade Molotov. We can trust these leaders.\"

　　 Kaganovich interrupted, \"Trust them? They\u0027ve been more loyal to their private interests than the Party, and so have their predecessors who were loyal for so many years to the former government during the time of the White Terror. We need to continue to revitalize the Party line, to prevent these egomaniacs from dominating the Party once they\u0027ve already dominated the state.\"

　　 \"I can\u0027t accept this. But we\u0027ll stop them, the economy is a slave to politics.\" As Romanov finished, Tregubova carried several cups of coffee and placed them in front of him. He thanked her and continued. \"Of course, to avoid renewed exploitation and oppression of workers and peasants. We will definitely not undertake privatization and market economy transformation, but the lagging nature and lack of competitiveness of the Soviet command planned economy must be addressed. That is why the Party will try to pursue an intensively technically planned economy under the Leningrad model of development.\"

　　 \"What does that mean exactly?\"

　　 Romanov explained: \"In order to correct the problems under the command economy, the command economy lagged because the structure of the Soviet planned economy was calculated and directed by ministries such as the State Planning Committee, while the quality of industrial products and consumer goods declined due to factors such as lack of competitors and bureaucracy. Economic power had to be devolved from the central ministries to the regional economic departments, the so-called economic districts. These economic districts, unlike the ministries, were run by elected people who could make decisions in the best interest of the district and the productive forces. These technocrats will be supported by the economic zones and strive for technological innovation to compete over other economic zones, and the National Planning Commission will be gradually reorganized into a National Economic Development Commission that will simply maintain macro policy. The current hierarchy of Party, State and union bureaucracies must be changed into a micro-management system of technological specialization.\"

　　 Tregubova smiled and said, \"Sounds like the Yugoslavs.\" Everyone laughed.

　　 Romanov waved his hand and said, \"Any plan to correct the problems of the command economy must consider the masses who are suffering under this oppressive system. We will have to remember that the people are ready for change, but not yet. We will have to appeal to their technological and material interests. Our policies will be based on the ideas of the Liberator. Comrade Joseph Stalin.\"

　　 The old man\u0027s face beamed with pride.

　　 Kaganovich gulped down some coffee and said, \"What, may I ask, is the difference between the Liberator\u0027s economic plan and other economic plans?\"

　　 \"Oh, other plans focus on profit, which ultimately will be passed onto the working class. And, as in Comrade Stalin\u0027s socialist view of one country, the Soviet Union is the fire and eldest daughter of socialism. We would rather temporarily reduce the 20 billion rubles of foreign aid from the world revolution than give priority to maintaining the stability of the Soviet Union. Now that the capitalist countries are targeting us with trade and technical barriers as they did before 1929, the Party now needs a strategic contraction to wait for a renewed cyclical world economic crisis in the capitalist countries.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m confused. What role will the working class and the so-called toiling masses play in this new plan?\"

　　 \"The plan has described that the factories will gradually automate their production by machines over the next thirty years and that the working class and the working masses will not be the managers and technicians of the factories. This does not violate the principled nature of the socialist workers\u0027 state.\"

　　 \"And how do we prevent foreign capitalist exploitation and technology from bypassing the Soviet Union?\"

　　 \"Our plan will not only help our economy, but also strengthen our military.\"

　　 Kaganovich asks, \"How?\"

　　 \"Marshal Ogarkov\u0027s informational army doctrine will help with that.\" After Romanov answered, Molotov nodded and said, \"We are all old people, you young people will continue to lead the motherland forward.\"

　　 Romanov nodded and said seriously, \"Yes, that is why I sincerely request Comrade Molotov, Comrade Kaganovich, and Comrade Malinkov to be able to serve as members of the Central Advisory Council of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and advise the Politburo of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.\"

　　 Molotov beamed with pride and support. Kaganovich furrowed his eyebrows in thought. After a moment, he said, \"Very well.\"

　　 \"Thank you,\" replied Romanov.

　　 Molotov left and Kaganovich said to Romanov and Tregubova, \"I apologize for my lack of trust. I was once young once too.\" He left as well.

　　 Tregubova asked Romanov, \"What shall we do now?\"

　　 \"We shall continue with the plan,\" he said.

　　 Now it was just Romanov himself with Tregubova, who relaxed in his chair and said, \"Bring me the vodka.\"

　　 \"I think I\u0027ll have some more coffee instead,\" he said.

　　 Tregubova frowned and said, \"No, you need the drink.\"

　　 \"Yes, comrade.\" Romanov stared at her and said, \"I\u0027m getting old, and I don\u0027t know if I can get the Soviet Union handed over smoothly to my successor before my myopia gets worse.\"

　　 \"Don\u0027t worry, I\u0027ll bet you\u0027ll outlive everyone.\"

　　 \"Perhaps,\" he said, \"but that\u0027s still a long time to leave a successor.\"

　　 Tregubova lay back on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Romanov gulped down more coffee.

　　 \"What do you think of Comrade Stalin?\" Romanov turned on the radio and tuned it to a music station playing the now popular \"The Best Future\".

　　 \"Oh, him,\" said Tregubova. \"He\u0027s a great leader, I suppose you\u0027re very similar in many ways. Passionate, stubborn, determined.\"

　　 \"No, I don\u0027t want to rule the world with the help of a sickening cult of the individual and leadership politics.\"

　　 \"What do you mean?\"

　　 \"I mean, I am just a technocrat, not some idol or devil. I wish every Soviet leader appeared only in textbooks textbooks, books & portraits. After all, people generally know only the top leaders.\" Romanov walked up to her and stared at her. \"Who are you? Who am I? What are we?\"

　　 Tregubova answered, \"We are the top leaders of the Soviet Union.\"

　　 Romanov nodded reaching out to grab her chin and said, \"Selective forgetting is best; personal adoration and smear attacks only lead to a pendulum effect, and prohibition leads to a forbidden fruit effect.\" He let go and continued, \"The decisions of the Politburo are made by majority rule.\" He looked at her and said, \"We are doing what must be done to defend the motherland.\"

　　 Tregubova eyed him and said, \"The people will follow us into battle and into victory.\"

　　 \"Yes, indeed they will, comrade. If we\u0027re lucky, the ignorant rabble will actually start believing their own press releases.\"

　　 \"I\u0027ve noticed you don\u0027t wear your Party pin.\"

　　 \"Nonsense. You would be hard pressed to find a member of the Central Committee who isn\u0027t a dedicated Stalinist.\" Romanov put his hand on her face and said, \"Will you undergo some kind of examination?\"

　　 \"They\u0027ll probably do that soon anyway,\" Tregubova said as she moved his hand away from her cheek.

　　 \"Soon? Open your mouth.\"

　　 \"What?\" she asked. \"Why?\"

　　 \"I want to see how many teeth you\u0027ve got...\"

　　 Tregubova opened her mouth, and Romanov examined her teeth. He counted them off, \"One, two, three, four... wait, five, six, seven?\"

　　 \"What is it?\"

　　 \"Your molars are irregular.\"

　　 \"That phenomenon is well-known in engineers and builders. It\u0027s not a defect.\"

　　 \"That doesn\u0027t mean it\u0027s a desirable trait.\"

　　 And so, the two leaders engaged in a friendly contest to see who could have more rotten teeth than the other.

　　 Romanov\u0027s fingers rubbed against her teeth as he stared and said, \"You know I\u0027m 62 and you\u0027re 23.\" He became close to her face again. \"I could still have a ... physical relationship with you.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m sorry?\"

　　 \"I could still satisfy your... physical desires... if you were willing to... do such a thing... with me.\" He moved his hand to her chest and grabbed her hard. \"You could still make me... happy... if you were to... perform a little favor for an old man.\"

　　 Tregubova pushed him back and said, \"Stop it! Stop it right now!\"

　　 \"You don\u0027t want to? After all, we\u0027re both adults.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m not a whore! I won\u0027t be bought and sold like some whore!\" Tregubova said pushing him back.

　　 \"When I meet your... Physical needs, you can still do so. We can still get our food, products and money power from power. You will only... Um... Envy.\"

　　 \"... I will? I can\u0027t believe I\u0027m in this situation.\"

　　 \"What situation is that?\"

　　 \"I\u0027m in a situation where a man has perverted me with his lies and has offered me... a deal.\"

　　 Romanov laughed and said, \"So, do you want to participate and have my power or be fired from me? Either way, my is in front of you right now.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m... I\u0027m not sure what to do here,\" Tregubova said. \"What is in it for me?\"

　　 \"I want adetached relationship with you. I don\u0027t want to have to deal with the hassle of children or running a farm. In return, you will get power and wealth and status. Think of the level of privilege you can have with my help!\"

　　 Now it was Tregubova\u0027s turn to laugh. \"With that offer, I might consider such a thing.\"

　　 \"Good,\" he said, \"Now, let\u0027s get you prepared.\" Romanov led her to his bedroom.

　　 They were over fairly quickly. Romanov couldn\u0027t get it up and Tregubova wasn\u0027t really in the mood either. Tregubova wiped away a tear as the two of you left the room.

　　 \"I\u0027m fine,\" she said, \"I\u0027ll just dwell on this for now.\"

　　 \"This is the day you grow up and you become my woman. We have a shared stigma that will allow me to trust you.\"\"What do you mean by that?\"

　　 \"We\u0027re in a time where there are very few certainties. It\u0027s best to look to the future with optimism, but also a bit of skepticism. The future will be what we make it. I will help you make a future as a ruler and as a man. We will live a long time and I can\u0027t imagine a better person to share those years with. I love you, Comrade.\"

　　 The two of you embraced.

　　 \"I am ready to make the next step,\" Tregubova said, \"What do you want to do?\"

　　 \"Report everything to me faithfully, I don\u0027t like it when you lie to me, and the fact that you are mine.\" Romanov patted her face. \"We will be rich men one day, but let\u0027s get through this first step. I still have needs too after all.\"

　　 \"Yes, yes,\" Tregubova laughed, \"I\u0027m yours.\"

　　 After the act, Tregubova fell asleep. She had to wake up early for work. Romanov was still wide awake. Now what?

　　 Did he make a mistake?

　　 Romanov poured another vodka into the glass and said, \"Tregubova, do you think I should always be the General Secretary of the Soviet Communist Party with integrity? Not corrupt?\"

　　 Tregubova stirred in her sleep. \"What are you talking about? Of course you are.\"

　　 \"Do you think I should always put the Party and the people first? Not my family? Not myself?\"

　　 Tregubova snorted awake. \"Of course.\"

　　 She got up and hooked her hands around Romanov\u0027s neck and kissed him, \"You\u0027ve been clean for the party for decades, you can get your fair share. Besides, even Khrushchev had Fultseva! Come on! Party first, then everything else.\"

　　 He gave her a small smile. \"You\u0027re a good person, Tregubova. You always supported me when you didn\u0027t have to and criticize when you should. You make life worth living.\"

　　 She smiled, \"And you make it worthwhile, you know that?\"

　　 \"Yeah... I think I\u0027ll go to my office. I can\u0027t sleep.\"

　　 \"For what? I think you\u0027re too worried about your conscience to let your own desires consume you. Look at me, don\u0027t you want me? Come and fuck me.\"

　　 \"You\u0027re drunk, Tregubova. You don\u0027t know what the hell you\u0027re saying.\"

　　 \"You want to fuck me, don\u0027t you?\" She laughed, \"Well, then go ahead. I\u0027m not ashamed of who I am.\"

　　 \"I could never be ashamed of you.\"

　　 Tregubova looked to the side. She played with her fingers. She looked back at Romanov to see what he would do.

　　 \"Please Romanov... I want to feel your cock deep inside me. Do it like you mean it.\"

　　 He walked to the side of her bed and dropped to his knees. He pulled out his throbbing cock. He put the head to her lips and she eagerly took it into her mouth, sucking gently as she looked up at him through her lashes.

　　 \"That\u0027s it my darling, that\u0027s it.\" he moaned as he pushed her head back and forth on his cock. He grabbed her long hair and guided her pace. He held her head still and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. \"I still feel guilty.\"

　　 Tregubova stopped and said, \"Why? Do you really want to work until you die and then lie in the New Virgin\u0027s cemetery?\" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. \"You\u0027re a revolutionary, you don\u0027t need to live forever.\" She touched his face. \"And I know how you can be satisfied, just like this. Please, just fuck my mouth and don\u0027t worry about anything else.\" She looked at him and batted her eyelashes and Romanov couldn\u0027t refuse her.

　　 Tregubova\u0027s mouth was like nothing he\u0027d ever felt before. Tight, wet and wanting. He could do this all day and never get sick of it. She tilted her head and he covered her mouth with his.

　　 She pulled away and said, \"You taste like me.\" He tasted like tobacco and vodka.

　　 While he was kissing her, she started taking off her clothes. Soon she was completely naked and ready for him. He stood up and pulled away his clothes.

　　 \"On the bed, darling,\" he ordered. She got on her back and he stood above her, slowly pushing himself into her. They found their rhythm.

　　 He didn\u0027t think about it before, but he was a little concerned that he would hurt her. It was still new to him, but he figured he would wear a condom. She stretched out her arms and grabbed the headboard.

　　 \"Come here,\" she said.

　　 \"What?\" he panted.

　　 \"Come closer. I want to see your eyes when you\u0027re coming inside me.\"

　　 He did as he was told and knelt above her, thrusting deep inside her. Their eyes locked.

　　 \"I think I should drink less vodka in the future, alcohol has made me violate the principles of life like this today.\" Romanov said with regret as he kissed her neck.

　　 \"Don\u0027t worry,\" she panted. \"Life is short and I want you to fill me with your child before you die.\"

　　 He laughed, \"I don\u0027t think I\u0027m going to die in battle.\"

　　 She laughed and moaned, \"You keep thinking that and we\u0027ll keep testing it out.\" He laughed and climaxed inside her.

　　 They lay together on the bed as the sun rose over the city.

　　 \"So, this is what it feels like to have a family, Tregubova. I\u0027m happy.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m happy too, because you\u0027re part of mine. We\u0027re the same, we\u0027re the same everywhere.\" she said sleepily. She put her hands on his chest and felt his heart beating. \"You should go now. I\u0027ll see you when the sun sets again.\"

　　 Romanov got up to get dressed and said, \"By the way, don\u0027t let anything out about us, you know how big a problem that is.\"

　　 She laughed and said, \"You worry too much. If anyone found out, it wouldn\u0027t be a secret. The whole city would know about it.\"

　　 \"That\u0027s the problem, I\u0027m the leader of the Soviet Union. Not to mention the fact that I have a wife.\" Romanov got dressed to put the Soviet Politburo pin on. \"People respect power and security more than they do a married man who has a lover.\"

　　 Tregubova giggled and said, \"I don\u0027t think they care about your wife. You\u0027re a powerful man who is out of the way. They would probably want you to bring me flowers and jewelry.\" She touched his chest. \"Like this.\"

　　 Romanov smiled, \"Don\u0027t talk like that. But you\u0027re right, the people wouldn\u0027t respect me if I didn\u0027t have something to fall back on.\" He took her hand and placed it on his heart. \"And here. Yours is here too. Don\u0027t ever forget that.\"

　　 Tregubova cupped her hand over his heart and said, \"I won\u0027t.\"

　　 \"By the way, you will move to my room in the Kremlin from now on.\" he said as he was putting on his tie.

　　 \"Fine.\" She slumped back on the bed and looked up at the ornate ceiling. she yawned. \"Yes, dear, I was born and raised in of Kursk, I can\u0027t afford to live in luxury like this.\"

　　 \"I want you to feel special.\" Romanov started kissing his way down her body. He licked her belly button and said, \"And you are.\"

　　 She laughed and said, \"Of course I am.\"

　　 They spent the rest of the day making love.

　　 Later that evening, Romanov went to his room at the Kremlin. Tregubova was already in her pajamas and sitting quietly on the bed. She looked at him and said, \"I can\u0027t wait until tomorrow.\"

　　 He laughed, \"Neither can I, darling. Neither can I.\"

　　 \"I know, can you help me get a ZIL-4104?I also want to ride in the luxury car of the country\u0027s leaders.\"

　　 \"I\u0027m sure I could.\" He grabbed something out of his drawer. \"Here, put this on please.\" He handed her a tight black dress. \"And no panties.\"

　　 She rolled her eyes, but put the clothes on.

　　 \"Do I want to know why?\" she asked.

　　 \"No.\" he said as he locked the door. \"Just adding some spice, don\u0027t you like it?\"

　　 \"Mmmm, no.\" she said as she started to take off her dress.

　　 He approached her with a mix of anticipation and fear. He was excited, but anxious. He wanted this day to be perfect.

　　 She approached him, her bare body ripe and ready for him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning in to kiss him. He reached down and squeezed her ass.

　　 He entered her roughly. She gasped loudly. He bit his lip to prevent himself from moaning too loudly. Tregubova\u0027s pussy was so tight, so warm, so wet. He felt as if he\u0027s being split apart, but the pleasure was too great to stop.

　　 They fucked for who knew how long. All Tregubova was aware of was the pain and then the pleasure. She arched her back, pushing herself harder against him. She didn\u0027t know how much longer she could keep this up, but then the pain started to fade into that wonderful feeling of climaxing. She collapsed on top of him.

　　 \"That was fantastic,\" she panted. \"Can we do that again?\"

　　 He laughed, \"Maybe later. Right now, I have something else in mind.\"

　　 Tregubova looked at him curiously. He got off the bed and went to a drawer, coming back with a small box.

　　 \"What\u0027s that?\" she asked.

　　 \"Just a little something.\" He opened the box and showed her a pair of diamond rings.

　　 \"I don\u0027t know what to say,\" she started, \"I don\u0027t know about...\"

　　 He cut her off and said, \"I already have a wife, so I can only give you the ring. Will you stay with me, an old man?\"

　　 Tregubova giggled, \"I don\u0027t know what you mean by an \u0027old man\u0027, comrade. But if you think I\u0027ll accept your ring, then I will.\"

　　 \"Well, put it on then,\" he said, handing her the box.

　　 She took one of the rings and put it on her finger.

　　 Tregubova was an optimistic woman. She believed in the Party and the Leader, so she believed they would get married. She would move into the Kremlin, of course. They would also have more children. The world was their oyster, so to speak.

　　 She loved Romanov. She didn\u0027t care that he was in his sixties. She knew he was still a man who kept his word and would provide well for her. He would also be there for her. She would be able to discuss her concerns with him. She would be able to rely on him. Besides, she was born in the Sixties. This was what she experienced. This was normal to her. Sure, she wanted the finer things in life, but she never got them. Why should she worry about having a husband much older than her?

　　 A single individual is insignificant to history, except for those who are in a period of historical transitions. The only question is whether Romanov can assume his responsibility, the world is still changing. The future is in his hands.