Chapter 5

"Oh, who is it!" Sherov's mood was not high. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have long been fed up with his current life. He had to be cautious at work to avoid making mistakes, and at home, he had to please others. The only one who wasn't happy was himself.

"Comrade Kuznetsov, the world champion in decathlon, and Comrade Alexander Medved, our national wrestling champion! Both have achieved unparalleled success in their respective fields. If the director has any questions about physical training, they will certainly be answered!" Seeing Sherov's low spirits, Isayevna's voice became much gentler.

During the Cold War, the Soviet Union could be considered a sports powerhouse in every aspect, often dominating the Olympics over the United States. Some attributed this to the national system, but Sherov scoffed at this view. What was wrong with having strong people lift weights and tall people run? If this could be linked to the system, Sherov could only say that those who made such claims had issues.

Alexander Medved, the wrestling champion, was already the Soviet national and European champion in Greco-Roman wrestling, and he was very likely to win the world championship at the next Olympics. As for Kuznetsov, his fame was even greater than Medved's. Kuznetsov, who had repeatedly broken world records, was a benchmark for Soviet track and field athletes. One could say that both were more famous than Sherov.

"Hello, comrades, I am Yuri Yefimovich Sherov, the director of the KGB's Third Main Directorate!" Sherov briefly introduced himself to dispel any hostility. Instinctively, no one wanted to deal with law enforcement for long, let alone the KGB, which had a notorious reputation.

"Hello, Comrade Sherov! We don't seem to have any faults other than training, so we shouldn't have anything to do with the KGB!" Kuznetsov's build was relatively slim compared to the average Soviet, and even more so compared to the wrestling champion beside him.

"This is the Main Directorate of Military Administration. Even if you made a mistake, it would be the responsibility of the Foreign Intelligence Directorate and the Domestic Counterintelligence Directorate!" Sherov chuckled and explained the functions of the various directorates. For ordinary people, the internal division of the KGB was not something to be inquired about. "I have called the two of you here because I hope you can help me with something. Comrade Kuznetsov's achievements in decathlon are worthy of all Soviet people to learn from, and Comrade Medved's achievements in wrestling are the same. I hope you can share your training methods as a reference for our KGB training..."

Sherov, of course, couldn't say that he had a physical problem. These two could be considered his true contemporaries, not those other directors who were a decade older. Sherov focused his attention on the 21-year-old Medved. If it weren't for the legendary Alexander Karelin, who later became a character in the game "Street Fighter," Medved's fame would have been even greater, as Greco-Roman wrestling was a traditional Soviet sport.

"Sometimes you can't control your body? Isn't that a sign of a blood clot in the brain?" Kuznetsov said in surprise, which made Sherov feel extremely awkward. If someone like him could get a brain clot, it would be unjust, and the test results didn't indicate a brain clot either!

"If it's a minor issue, I suggest this person learn painting! When painting, one needs a very focused attitude, and the hand holding the brush can help train fine motor control!" Medved said seriously, "Sometimes I go to the countryside to paint, and after training, it helps me calm down more easily!"

"The most direct way to prevent physical decline is to exercise to prevent it!" Kuznetsov clenched his fist, "We can't stop aging, but a strong body can slow this trend..."

This statement was strongly agreed with by Medved, who was only 21, "If the two comrades have time, I welcome you to our training ground. I will select a group of the most elite internal troops to compete with you in competitive sports. I wonder if the two comrades will accept the challenge..."

"Of course, there's no problem with that!" Kuznetsov and Medved looked at each other and said in unison, "Competitive sports, no backing down!" Both accepted the challenge without hesitation.

After sending the two national treasures away, Sherov wrote down the training methods they had discussed and called in Lukani, "Notify Gatsna to find two ruthless instructors and select a group of advanced soldiers from the internal troops. I want to see how much of a difference there is between strictly trained soldiers and world champions..."

The confrontation between elite soldiers and world champions was a very appealing match. Sherov only hoped that the internal troops wouldn't lose too badly. If any random special forces soldier could beat a world champion, countries would have sent their armies to the Olympics long ago. Indeed, a significant portion of the Soviet Olympic athletes were military personnel.

Since waking up in the Soviet Union, Sherov had been talking a lot, while others did the hard work. Now, to restore his body, it was time to put in the effort.

The Moscow State Surikov Art Institute, formerly the Surikov Art Institute, was renamed a national university in 1948. Since mid-December, a student who looked older than the others had joined. Older students were not uncommon, but this one seemed different, always accompanied by two women who never left his side, as if guarding something.

This student was Yuri Yefimovich Sherov, the head of the KGB's Main Directorate of Military Administration, who had never received any special agent training. He came here to learn the most practical sketching techniques used by agents. Sketching, with its realistic style, is often used in criminal investigations and espionage.

On a flat surface, creating a sense of three-dimensionality requires certain sketching skills. For example, Sherov, sitting in the back row, handled a simple pencil with a fluid grace. In the large classroom, only the sound of the pencil on paper could be heard.

Soon, everyone completed their works and waited for inspection. "How is it?" Sherov asked with a mischievous raise of his eyebrows.

This? Isayevna and Lukani, who had been secretly watching Sherov from behind, exchanged glances, unsure how to evaluate it. "It has an abstract feel!"

This comment made Sherov's face fall instantly. The Soviet Union was not without abstract art masters, such as Wassily Kandinsky and Kazimir Malevich, but receiving such an evaluation while sketching felt like an insult.

[The group number is in the introduction. As for why this book has this name, it's because my novel's title cannot include the words 'Soviet Union'! This is only for me, others can!]

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