I Will Stage A Coup D’état

The Moscow of April was not as warm as I thought. Perhaps because it was the capital of such an icy empire.

I received a greeting from Soviet Foreign Minister Molotov at Moscow Station.

"You must have had a hard time coming all this way, Chief of Staff."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Minister."

Molotov's bulging forehead was quite impressive, and I thought he might have been hit by Stalin during a meeting.

I took the car provided by the Soviet side and went straight to the Kremlin.

When I arrived at the Kremlin, a figure I often saw in portraits approached and greeted me.

"This is the first time we met like this."

"It's an honor to meet you, Comrade General-Secretary."