"Iran is surrounded by our three sides, and it seems that it is not difficult if it is real." Brezhnev just said this, and as he grows older, he speaks less and less. He only reads the draft when holding a conference, but he is not willing to say more when attending a meeting in the Kremlin. However, his thinking ability is still there, and he often points out the most important one.

Iran is indeed surrounded by three sides of the Soviet Union, otherwise such a country would not have raised an army of 700,000. You should know that Turkey, a member of NATO, has only 400,000 troops. After saying this, Brezhnev fell from silence. After a while, he said, "The basic conditions are very good. Since Iran and Afghanistan are solved at the same time, it will definitely be serious. Which country is the main attack on? What is its real purpose."

"Take an initiative to eliminate Iran's religious forces, and complete the final blow, the Soviet Union's neighbors will all be socialist countries." Selov lowered his voice, "Iran is already the last pro-Western country among our neighbors. The great motherland is about to establish a protection network for itself, which is of great significance."

"Huh?" Brezhnev, who was sitting in his position, began to have a look of thought on his plain face. This kind of thought has become very rare in recent years. The entire Central Presidium was silent, and all the members held their breath and waited for the final decision of the Soviet leader. Brezhnev, who had narrowed his eyes, thought for an extra long time this time.

After a long time, Brezhnev's body, whose soul traveled beyond the sky, became tall and upright again, and his voice became clear and powerful. "Building an absolute safe zone for the motherland has important security significance for the country. I decided to kill him..."

"Yes!" Both the members of the Dnipro gang and the members of the department who control the real power replied unanimously.

"Prepare the plan and implement it firmly. I am waiting for good news for my comrades." Brezhnev's expression seemed to have returned to his youth ten years ago, and his whole body seemed to have become more and more energetic. However, this state disappeared quickly, and soon Brezhnev would become an old-fashioned person. He slowly stood up and left the conference room. No one except Selov felt anything wrong, because except for him, the KGB chairman, all the members of the Central Presidium were all peers.

These rulers who were about to be in power, because of similar qualifications, were not as good as those of Brezhnev, who were also about to enter the coffin. They didn't feel that Brezhnev was already very old, because others were about the same age.

Since Brezhnev returned from hospitalization in 1976, he often stayed in his residence in the Kremlin, often sitting alone by the window for an hour, without moving or speaking. No one knew what the great leader, known as the most powerful country in the world, was thinking about anything in his heart, and was simply staying.

"General Secretary, what are you doing? Did you hide a cigarette secretly? Let me check it out." With a pleasant voice, the door of the room was pushed open. A young female nurse, who was not old and looked very sweet, especially a very young lady, walked in and said with a suspicious look. Her glasses were circling around and finally looked at the suspicious target, Brezhnev, the great leader of the Soviet Union...

"No, no! Nina, you know, I have quit smoking." Brezhnev quickly shook his head. It seemed that because of his age, all Brezhnev's movements were relatively slow and looked quite funny.

"Really not?" Nina approached Brezhnev's face, as if she was very suspicious of how credible the General Secretary's words were. She had been caring for Brezhnev for three years, so she naturally knew that Brezhnev was not the image of the great leader on TV. From a personal point of view, this old man is relatively easy to get in touch, at least it is easier to get in touch with than Kirirenko.

"It really doesn't, I promise." Brezhnev's face turned right. When he was serious, he was still a great leader loved by everyone in the Soviet Union. However, this attitude towards a nurse was a bit ridiculous.

Nina was still not shocked by the majesty of the great leader. She suspiciously checked all parts of the room and confirmed that there were no contraband such as cigarettes, and then she educated the General Secretary meaningfully. "As for the General Secretary's physical condition, you must never continue smoking, and you must not take too much sleeping pills. You must remember this."

Brezhnev nodded with a plain expression, as if he obeyed the words of the young nurse. As an old man, he had become accustomed to this kind of life. He was just an ordinary old man, not a revolutionary mentor or a great leader. At least he was not like this in front of those around him.

"General Secretary, Central Secretary Kirilenko is here." Just as Brezhnev was being educated by the nurse, the door was pushed open again, and a secretary came in to report it. This sentence was heard by both of them at the same time.

A strange look flashed across Nina's glasses, her voice gently reminded the General Secretary to take care of her health, and then slowly retreated.

Kirilenko was an old comrade-in-arms of Brezhnev and an old subordinate, and was very familiar with the Kremlin. There were many opportunities to meet Brezhnev alone, and they were usually talking about issues with the General Secretary, including politics, economy and military, which naturally included national affairs. Many times, Brezhnev also knew what his old subordinate meant.

"Do you think I rely too much on Andropov and the three ministers? The KGB, the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are all departments that do things. They are experts in their respective fields. They each have led their own departments for decades and are the direct units of our global offensive. And you and Serbisky and Kunayev's mission is to lead the national exhibition. Why can't we work together?" Brezhnev said without changing his face, "I asked you to host the strategic offensive. Can you do it? If not, of course I have to choose the most suitable person."

"I am the general secretary of the Soviet Union. Of course, I hope my friends will be more valued in my personal opinion, but Khrushchev has a very right saying that professionals should be allowed to do professional things. At present, Andropov and the leaders of several departments are very suitable." Brezhnev sighed, "Let's take a look at the results of Iran and Afghanistan this time."

Humph! Sherov, who was in Ruby Yangka, smiled. Brezhnev knew that he had been in a few years and might attack these people. However, people often always treat others severely and look at themselves more tolerantly. This is human nature, and Brezhnev is no exception. The General Secretary has always been optimistic about his health. Even if Serov tells the other party that you can only live for three years, the great leader will probably not believe it.

If you really want to change yourself, be careful to ask for the person who replace him to die first. The whole of Moscow is full of cameras, and no one can copy the story of the raid of Beria to kill him. He sat down for a while and watched these old men line up to die. Anyway, these old men are about the same age.

"Chairman, I've done it, will it start now?" Captain Valia walked in with a smile. Little Valia is now the life secretary of the KGB Chairman, Isey Motney's job at that time. The little girl was really happy. Shelov really didn't know what the other party was happy about. If he had been twenty years earlier, he might think that the other party would fall in love with him. But now?

"Okay!" Selov reached out and grabbed his hair and went to another room to take care of it. When he was young, he preferred to go to the rosy. But now he is older, he still feels that his head should be cleaner and refreshed. Men should look like men and be able to reflect their men's characteristics.

But then again, Selov still remembers that the rock craze in the 1980s swept the world, and the most obvious thing was the type. Later generations saw photos from the 1980s, and many people thought that the generation was crazy. Some measures should be taken to deal with it.

When he was at ease, he always closed his eyes and did not look in the mirror. Naturally, he could not see himself in the mirror. Naturally, he could not see the life secretary who was responsible for himself, and the friendship that appeared in his eyes. He had already appeared twenty years ago, but now Schellov, who is almost fifty years old, was thinking about it there.

"Thank you!" Shelov, who felt much more relaxed, thanked him gently. He did not change and still liked young and beautiful people. Even if he didn't have this meaning, he would naturally be better for young girls in terms of attitude.

"It's nothing, I'm a little unskilled, and I'll be better in the future." Captain Valia replied in a panic. Seeing Selov get up and leave, she stood there for a moment, as if she had made up some determination, a trace of firmness flashed across her eyes.

"Chairman, Pahlavi has left Iran." Director of the General Affairs Office Servanov pushed the door anxiously. Before the person came in, his voice had already penetrated, which shows how important this matter is.

Shelov was standing and washing his hair. When he heard this, he suddenly looked up and threw the mirror in front of him over water. Even the self in the mirror became a little blurred. He pulled out the towel. Shelov wiped his face and said, "The Americans have given up Pahlavi. He was still thrown out of Iran like a dog. We must prove with practical actions that the Americans have made a mistake."

If the United States does not give up Pahlavi, Iran may have a civil war, but the Soviet Union may not necessarily win. But now? The brains of reactionary forces have been abandoned, and all forces are on the same starting line.
Chapter completed!