Chapter 65

Listen! After the rainy season, it's mating season on the grasslands again! Since getting off the train at the Kiev station, Shefov found that his eyes were not enough to take in the scene. Everywhere he looked, he saw blonde, blue-eyed Ukrainian beauties, as if the air was filled with the scent of hormones, and the men were standing tall, showcasing their masculine charm.

"I must contribute to the Soviet Union's century-long population plan. What long legs!" The manly Shefov now felt that the KGB uniform was a heavy shackle, completely hindering his ability to display his masculine charm. The uniform was good, but the rank was too high. To avoid disgracing his rank, he had to maintain a stern and upright appearance, which he didn't really want to do.

This uniform completely isolated Shefov from the people, at least that's what he thought now. Passing by another slender, beautiful woman with an elegant figure and exquisite makeup, and a pair of expressive brown eyes, he couldn't look anymore! It was destined to be a missed opportunity...

"Director, you've been so serious since we got off the train!" Isayevna felt very strange. Shefov seemed to suddenly lose his ability to speak, his face remained stern for a long time, and only his eyes, as if newly sighted, kept moving, never resting.

"Nothing, returning from Berlin to my own country gives me a sense of mission! In the next life, I want to be born in the Soviet Union!" Shefov's tone was unusually serious, his gaze lingering on a slender figure as it disappeared. He then entered the car prepared by the Ukrainian KGB headquarters. What's so good about America in the next life? Just based on the average quality of Ukrainian women, he had to save the Soviet Union.

The Shefov, who was captivated by beauty, rarely forgot a question: how did the Ukrainian KGB headquarters know he was coming? The Ministry of Education and Science looked no different from other Soviet office buildings of the era. The flag and coat of arms on the roof conveyed solemnity, and only the Russian abbreviation of the Ministry of Education and Science could identify the place. Of course, the smaller Ukrainian abbreviation also reminded people that the Soviet Union was a country of ethnic equality.

The car provided by the Ukrainian KGB arrived here, and Shefov decided to get out and walk in. This wasn't the place to show off the KGB's authority. "Comrade Director, please show your identification!"

"Oh, wait a moment!" Shefov pulled out a red document from his pocket. The cover read CCCP, the abbreviation for the Soviet Union, and below it was KGB, the abbreviation for the Committee for State Security. The back cover read три, meaning it belonged to the Third Directorate. Different levels within the KGB had different identification cards. General-level cards were red, and colonel-level cards were green. Of course, this was only during Shelepin's era; a new KGB chairman might change it...

Shefov's identification card also had a shoulder badge inside, a sword behind the party emblem and a five-pointed star, symbolizing the KGB's role in defending the state. "Lieutenant General Shefov, welcome to the Ministry of Education and Science..."

"Thank you!" Shefov put away his identification and asked casually, "Where is the office of the deputy minister responsible for higher education?"

"Are you looking for Minister Varya?" The guard, clearly impressed by the woman who left a deep impression at first glance, pointed out the location, earning a thank you from the lieutenant general.

"Kid, our director is in a good mood today, all because of Mrs. Varya!" Isayevna reminded the guard in a seasoned tone as she and Lukani followed Shefov into the building of the Ministry of Higher Education.

"Minister Varya's husband is a lieutenant general? This family is too impressive!" The guard took a long time to收回目光, but quickly stood at attention and continued his duties. Envy is one thing, but his job is another.

Entering the building of the Ministry of Higher Education, Shefov ignored the side glances and directly asked for the specific location of Varya's office. "Minister Varya's office has been moved to the third floor due to her pregnancy! May I ask, Comrade KGB, what business do you have with Minister Varya?" The female receptionist asked cautiously, looking at Shefov and the two beautiful female agents behind him.

"I'm here to catch her!" Teasing the young girl, Shefov laughed and said, "I'm Varya's husband, just back from abroad, and I came to see her! You don't need to call her, I'll find her myself!"

Leaving the two time bombs behind, Shefov disappeared up the stairs.

"Starting from the next semester, all universities in Kiev will switch to Russian instruction, and next year it will be extended to the entire Ukraine. We can't limit our vision to just Ukraine. The Soviet Union is so vast, and Russian is the mainstream language. Learning Russian offers better opportunities!" Varya said to the university president, who could be her father, but she still showed respect for the older educator.

"Kiev is not a problem, but the western regions may be difficult to implement!" The president of Kiev National University, a typical old intellectual, was concerned. The western regions of Ukraine had always opposed Russian education, and the further west, the greater the resistance.

"Education must adapt to the mainstream of the country!" With a familiar voice, Shefov pushed open the door and said, "There's not much difference between Ukrainian and Russian, and the alphabets are similar! Is it really that difficult to implement?"

"Yuri?" Varya's face lit up with surprise. She said to the university president, "President Goreyshenko, that's all for now! My husband is here to see me, and I want to talk to him."

"Young people like to gather together, it's normal, ha ha! We'll have a good chat when you have time in Kiev!" Goreyshenko chuckled, not minding the situation. Everyone was young once, right...

"Seems like it!" Shefov looked around Varya's office for a while, then poured himself a glass of water without hesitation. Just as he was about to drink it, he seemed to remember something and put it down, filling Varya's cup instead. Finally, he sat on the sofa, sipping contentedly. There's no happiness without comparison; the water on the train was a bit hard to drink...

Varya smiled and accepted the man's gesture, feeling a sense of happiness. "Still maintaining the model husband's demeanor!"

"Of course, is the banner from the Moscow City Government white-haired?" Praise made Shefov feel lighter. "Besides, you have our family hostage in your hands. How can I let you do the work yourself? You've been in office for almost half a year. If you have any problems, speak up, and your husband will solve them for you!"

"Nothing, not as difficult as you. The leaders have all been very nice to me!" Varya listed a series of names. Each name she mentioned, Shefov immediately matched with their positions in his mind: First Secretary of Ukraine Peter Yefimovich Shelest, First Deputy Chairman of the Party Committee Sergiyenko, Central Committee Secretary Olena Ivashchenko, and First Deputy Chairman of the Council of Ministers Shenyin. These were all staunch supporters of Khrushchev.