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After cleaning up the mess and sticky marks that had occurred in the soundproof room, I quickly left Astrakhan and went up to the Kremlin to meet the Secretary General who had invited us to this country.

Encabede, famous as the Secretary General’s loyal dog, had this thought as he was being massaged here and there by Elysia’s hand on the way to a special train dedicated to security.

‘Phew… I’m glad I had the baby before I went to the Kremlin. If the labor pains started on the way to meet the Secretary or in the middle of a conversation with the Secretary… it’s terrible to even imagine.’

The Soviet Union was a country that thoroughly rejected all religions, including Christianity, which condemned homosexuality, treating it as the opium of the people, but even the general secretary of the Soviet Union would not welcome a woman who was raped and pregnant by her childhood friend, so no matter how much she thought about it, she decided to meet him. It was a good thing that my stomach became thin before the sun set.

The thing I wore on my slim body again after giving birth was still not proper clothing, but optical camouflage lingerie that deceived the eyes of others, but it felt a little less uncomfortable to wear lingerie on my slim body than it was to wear lingerie on my pregnant belly.

‘When I return to my original body shape and try to stand in front of people wearing only a piece of lingerie, I feel like I’m walking as an underwear model, so I feel excited rather than embarrassed…♡’

A slim body is the best medicine for raising a woman’s self-esteem, and if you’re in the mood you’re in right now, even if you have to show some skin in front of tens of thousands of people, you won’t be able to kneel on the floor with body fluids dripping from between your crotch.

The Secretary-General looked around at the secretaries and bodyguards working in the office and gave instructions, not even realizing that the precious guest whom he had sent a personal letter to from far away Germany was wearing optically camouflaged lingerie.

“You’ve finally arrived. I have something I want to say privately to that customer, so can everyone please leave?”

Although leaving the country’s highest leader alone with an officer from a foreign country (even though he had accomplished amazing feats) may not have been recommended in terms of security, no one disputed this.

Oh, of course, there were people who formally stopped me by saying, ‘No, no!’

“Comrade Secretary General, it is said that the author has recently become famous in Germany… but isn’t that enough to allow him to speak to you alone?”

“That’s right. That guy might do something to Comrade Secretary General…”

If the Secretary-General has already made up his mind to do so, there is no point in actively trying to stop him, and if he does not stop him, it is true that those who are afraid that they may be purged as potential traitors and Trotsky sympathizers who do not show any interest in the well-being of Comrade Secretary-General Formal dissuasion.

These literally perfunctory dissuasions faded away like lies the moment the Secretary gave a signal with a sharp look in his eyes as if telling the relevant personnel not to make them talk again. It would take a few more years before the famous purge would begin in earnest, but at this point, This would be proof that the power held by the Secretary General is not something to be taken lightly.

‘There was a time when I wanted to have that kind of power in my hands… but I gave up after realizing that overthrowing a democratic country in the 21st century, which was much more stable than in the 20th century, and establishing a one-man dictatorship was an almost impossible task. Even though I threw it away.’

Why did this man, who started out as a drunkard and a poor worker in a shoe factory under his father, and now has so much power that no one dare challenge him, call me to the Kremlin?

I couldn’t wait for the secretary to speak to me, so after making sure everyone else left the room, I spoke first in Georgian, which was more familiar to the secretary than Russian.

“The Secretary-General of the Soviet Union, the leader of the Communist Party of the entire Union, and the hope of the world’s proletariat. Now, won’t you tell me why you called me, a German, here?”

“…!”

Surprise spread across the face of the Secretary General, widely known by the nickname ‘Steel Marshal.’

I am good at Russian. You probably know this because you heard it from Voroshilov, who was sent as the representative of the delegation. Russia is a big country, so you can calculate that it would not be that strange to have a foreigner who can speak the language of that big country, but it is his hometown. That’s not the case with Georgian, which is only used in English.

Who would take the time to learn the language of the Georgian region, located at the southwestern tip of the Russian Empire? I am a special case as I boast of being an anti-communist and enjoy reciting poems written in Georgian by Comrade Secretary General when he was a poet.

Comrade Secretary General thought for a moment and then honestly confessed what he felt. And in Georgian, not Russian!

After everyone else had been bitten, they probably decided that it was okay to be a little more honest with me, a foreigner who could not exert any influence within the Soviet Union.

“…I never thought that I would be able to hear the language of my hometown from a foreigner, especially a German who fought against Russia during the Great War.”

“It was the Great War, so Russia and Germany were certainly enemies at that time. At that time, Russia was ruled by the Romanov family, enemies of the revolution, and Germany was also ruled by the Hohenzollern family, now driven out to the Netherlands. Now, the Romanovs have fallen under the judgment of the people, and the Hohenzollerns have long since lost their power. Is there any reason why Russia and Germany should not join hands?”

In the international community, there are no permanent enemies or permanent allies.

In actual history, Comrade Secretary General, who pointed out the harsh side of the international community through the teaching that ‘an honest diplomat is like dry water or wood made of iron,’ expressed his sympathy by slightly nodding his head.

“That’s correct. The Russia that fought against Germany at that time was Romanov’s Russia, so it has nothing to do with the current Federation. So, isn’t it that I was so impressed with your recent outstanding performance in Germany that I thought of inviting you to the Federation and having a conversation?”

“I had no idea that I would even impress a foreign leader, but I am honored.”

Afterwards, Comrade Secretary General elaborated in more detail.

Rather than simply focusing on the usefulness of the products I produce or the fact that I have been to the moon, the Secretary-General said that he felt a lot from seeing me unite Germans who had been steeped in defeatism and paranoia, and gradually overcome an unprecedented economic crisis. comrade!

“Others may have admired only your outer appearance, but I have seen through your inner self. The power to unite a divided people, the very power I have been trying to obtain. And the owner of that power, Paula Hausser. That’s your essence!”

Uhm, well. My thoughts are very different. I’m trying to calm down my excitement now and pretend to be serious, but isn’t the essence of a (quasi-) human called ‘me’ something like ‘a macho sow who can’t stand her husband’s extravagant dick’?

However, there is no reason to deny Comrade Secretary General who gave me good words, and it is true that my actions helped to some extent in the unification of Germany, so I decided to stay silent.

“And it can be said that only the owner of such power is qualified to know my most intimate secrets.”

Now is the point? Comrade Secretary General’s deepest secret, I feel like I’m going crazy because I want to know what it is.

“Comrade Secretary General, not someone else, has gone so far as to label it as the most confidential. I wonder what that secret is. I will listen.”

“Don’t be surprised.”

I listened to Comrade Secretary General’s instructions and looked around to increase my alertness, but deep down, I thought that there would be very few secrets in this world that would surprise me, who had even seen an alien spaceship in the skies over the United States…

As a result, this was a huge miscalculation. because…

“Wow…uhhh…!”

The skin has melted horribly, exposing many of the bones that should never be shown to others, the dark red blood that has seeped outward through the wounds on the body has long since hardened, and the eyes are white and the mouth is open, but human. A creature wearing a Soviet Union military uniform that makes animal sounds rather than the language of the United States.

In other words…

“Ghoul…? Undead…? zombie…? Jiangxi…?”

Regardless of which of the four it was, I was certain that the thing that was moving before my eyes like a living creature, but with no vital reactions such as a heartbeat, was a strange monster that should not exist in the world.

‘If there are aliens in the United States, there are necromancers in the Soviet Union… Germany will be in a very difficult position as it has to fight against those two. No. Instead of renaming Leningrad to Adolfsburg and presenting it to our dear Father, the Fuhrer, wouldn’t it be better to form an airborne alliance with the Soviet Union and go around squeezing out the remaining powers?’

‘There is no reason for me to insist on Leningrad. ‘Wouldn’t it be okay to call a city like London or Washington Adolphsburg?’

For me, who had been engaging in ‘doublethink’ by insisting on an alliance with Germany with my left brain and a war with Germany with my right brain, there was nothing easier than demonstrating ideological flexibility and overturning my usual opinions.