PREVIEW
... p>
Kremlin, Moscow
Outside was all fog and snow.
Inside, Lavrentiy Beria waited.
The General Secretary was pacing.
In his left hand, a leather file, in his right, a burning cigarette with ash dangerously long.
"They let him walk into Vienna," Stalin muttered, more to himself than to Beria. "The Austrians threw flowers, and the British wrote speeches."
Beria cleared his throat.
"There is... alarm in Tallinn," he said. "But not yet panic. ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Chapter 283 - 112: Chu Keqing’s Decision (8200 words)_2
Chapter 18: First Pot Of Gold
Chapter 1063 (END) - Pea, Let’s Go Pick Up Mom (End)
Chapter 35: Thirty-one, Thirty-two, Thirty-three...
