Natasha 1

Wilhelm waved his hand to dismiss the person, then turned towards Lenin's Mausoleum, carefully observing it. The current mausoleum of Lenin, although grand, still had a wooden structure, not the polished red granite and black marble of later years.

At that moment, Tukhachevsky approached with two white chrysanthemums in his hand, handing one of them to Wilhelm. "Shall we go in, Your Excellency Wilhelm?"

"Very well." Wilhelm followed Tukhachevsky down the steps and soon arrived at the solemn central hall of the mausoleum. The entire hall was dimly lit, serene, and mysterious. All the light inside came from the crystal coffin, but even the light within the crystal coffin was not bright, softly illuminating Lenin, who lay on his back with a peaceful expression, as if sleeping. This light only shone through the crystal coffin, refracting into bright, fine lines along the sharp edges of the crystal panels.

Wilhelm quietly watched as the mentor of the proletarian revolution lay so peacefully in the crystal coffin adorned with red party flags and national flags, wearing a yellow jacket with a red flag medal on his chest. Since Lenin had only recently passed away, his body could be described as lifelike, unlike how it would deteriorate in the following decades.

If Tukhachevsky knew of Wilhelm's malicious thoughts, he would surely draw his gun and shoot him in the head. Unfortunately, he couldn't read minds. He only saw Wilhelm silently place the white flower in his hand next to the crystal coffin, mourn silently for a few minutes, take a step back, and turn to walk towards the exit.

Before getting into the car, Wilhelm glanced once again at the magnificent spires of the Kremlin. It was now 1928, and Stalin should have begun implementing the first five-year plan formulated by the State Planning Committee.

This plan could truly be called great!

By 1938, the Soviet Union had successfully completed two five-year plans. The Soviet Union's share of global industrial output had grown from 1.5% in 1921 to 10% in 1939. Literacy rates had increased from 28.4% in 1897 to 56.6% in 1926 and 87.4% in 1939. Life expectancy had risen from 32 years to 69. Infant mortality had decreased from 27.3% to 3.2%. The government also provided free healthcare, pensions, allowances for illness and disability, maternity leave, paid vacations, and child subsidies to its citizens.

The five-year plans laid the foundation for the great victory in the Great Patriotic War.

However, the five-year plans also marked the end of the alliance between the Bolsheviks and the peasants. The farmers no longer cooperated with the government, resulting in a stark contrast between their high productivity on their small plots of land and the low productivity on collective farms. The low agricultural productivity, in turn, harmed Soviet industry.

When the Soviet government allocated one-third of the national income for reinvestment each year, it meant low wages and shortages of consumer goods. A typical reaction from a Soviet worker was, "They pretend to pay us, and we pretend to work."

Sigh, how good it would be if Wilhelm could travel back 30 years to the time of Kaiser Wilhelm II. In that case, Europe would probably be a unified Europe by now. Just the 1905 Moroccan Crisis alone would have provided an excellent opportunity to start a war without the chance of an Eastern Front.

Regretfully shaking his head, Wilhelm called out to the beautiful translator, Miss Natasha, as he was getting ready to get in the car. "Miss Natasha, could you please join me in my car? I would like to learn more about Soviet customs and traditions."

Natasha smiled radiantly and nodded in agreement. "It would be my honor."

Damn, she's quite something. If I had offered her a car ride, she would have undressed without hesitation, right? But Wilhelm also noticed a detail. Natasha didn't need to consult with Tukhachevsky before eagerly getting into his car. Could it be that she's not under Tukhachevsky's command?

Since Natasha got into the car, Rommel, Guderian, and Ludwig naturally sat in the back. But just as the car started moving, Natasha reached out and closed the window curtain, then dropped to her knees with a thud. "Your Highness."

This sudden action startled Wilhelm, and he instinctively recoiled, shouting, "Göring !"

The front curtain suddenly lifted, revealing a black gun barrel pointing at Natasha. "Don't move!"

At this moment, Wilhelm realized that Natasha had simply kneeled down and didn't have any suspicious intentions towards him. He regained his composure and waved his hand, signaling Gerl to calm down. "Miss Natasha, what are you doing?" Damn, his back was drenched in cold sweat. He thought he had encountered an assassin. Couldn't they have just had a normal conversation? Why all this drama?!

Fortunately, Wilhelm was a young and strong lad. If it had been Wilhelm II in his place, he might have immediately fainted from the fright.

Perhaps due to nervousness, Natasha's face turned pale. After confirming there were no gaps in the curtain, she stuttered, "I-I'm actually not called Natasha at all. My family used to be minor nobility, and I had many good friends. We all used to have a wonderful life. They ruined everything about us! I want revenge! Your Highness, I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you! Will you attack the Soviet Union in the future? I am willing to be your inside agent!" Although her words were somewhat incoherent, Wilhelm understood her. His initial feeling was that it was absurd. Was this Tukhachevsky's way of testing him? His second feeling was equally absurd. Even if they found out something through this test, so what? During the Cold War in the original timeline, both the US and the USSR had thousands of plans to attack each other, but what difference did it make? In the end, they were all left to gather dust in filing cabinets.

Regardless of whether it was a test or not, Wilhelm quickly waved his hand. "Attack the Soviet Union? No, no, it's already difficult for Germany to protect itself, let alone start a war. I am a pacifist. The last war has already claimed enough lives. It's impossible to have another one."

However, Natasha seemed unwilling to give up. "Not now, but that doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. If Your Highness has no intentions towards the Soviet Union, then why search for the Romanov bloodline and even fabricate one?"

"!!" Göring's face changed dramatically, and he nearly pulled the trigger in shock. These were the things His Royal Highness had secretly entrusted to him just now. How did this woman know all the details so clearly?! If he hadn't been sticking closely to His Royal Highness and hadn't had any contact with anyone else, he would have been the prime suspect, a traitor colluding with the Soviet Union!

Wilhelm was thinking the same thing. If Göring hadn't been carefully selected by the Royal Intelligence Agency and hadn't just been by his side without contacting anyone else, he would have undoubtedly killed this unstable element without a second thought.

Coughing lightly, Wilhelm decided to directly ask. "How did you know?" It was truly unbelievable. With the technology available now, they couldn't possibly have devices for eavesdropping that would only appear decades later. Could it be that she had supernatural hearing abilities?