NationStates Jolt Archive

"Comrade Lekov." A young KGB officer said, giving his leader the traditional Stalinist salute, seen only in propoganda posters.

The General Secretary, who sat at his desk, raised an eybrow. This better be worth my time. he thought. "Yes?"

"Sir, the reports are in from the People's Commissar of the Central Planning Committee."

"And?" Lekov replied cynically.

"And...sir, the second Five Year Plan was a sucess! The Commissar asked me to inform you as well, that the kulaks have been supressed, by the KGB." he added with an air of pride, as if he alone was responsible for this.

Comrade Ilya Lekov then did the one thing that the aide did not expect, he smiled dangerously. "Now then, I also have other agendas to take care of; deliver this to your commander, the KGB chairman." Lekov roughly handed the man a thick packet of information.

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The central offices of the KGB were also in the "Red Fortress" (the government's main HQ). The KGB chairman was not surprised when he recieved the envolope. After reading it quickly, he quickly burned the information, smiling.

Looking at the patiently waiting officer before him he said simply, "It seems that the so called 'purges' have begun." how right he was.

The chairman then proceeded to give quick orders to the assembled KGB department heads. The KGB was going to act on the General Secretary's orders, and smash all possible political enemies in the nation. A great purge of death and deportation would now begin.

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As a Central Committee member, Comrade Sym Petrovich believed himself immune from the rumored purges planned by the Party. How wrong he had been.

He remembered now, as the KGB police from the Second Dept. in charge of political control swarmed his summer dacha. He'd been awakend by them, their swarthy faces filled with glee, their Ak-47's pointed. That night they'd taken him away, to a political holding near the Red Fortress.

For days they'd tortured him, and questioned him for information. Sym knew nothing, and yet he named many, though why he did not know. They'd expelled him from the Party then, purged him for High Treason. As if that weren't enough, the KGB had forced him to recant, after rebuilding him utterly. Sym rememberd how eager he'd been, and how wrong he was.

The short trial that followed before the Supreme Court had declared him guilty of high treason and political crime. What a surprise! They'd even branded him a trotskyist!

Now, a broken man, he stood before a man carrying a hand gun. After kneeling and submitting to the bullet, a gun shot sealed his fate, as it would countless others in the years to come: both Party members and non Party members. Even the old revolutionaries could not escape: the Great Purge.

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