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... thinking in dealing with things was very interesting. It is not a conventional method. It just so happens that Brezhnev also needs time to deal with Khrushchev, who is returning home. Before that, he can inspect everywhere.

In fact, in my heart, Brezhnev still didn't talk enough with Serov. After leaving Ryazan for a month, Serov, who had kicked the whole state committee, came back again. The surviving cadres of the Ryazan state party committee, as well as the director of the KGB agency ...

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