"Prince Cialek, in the past, I did a lot of things that I was sorry for the Empire because of my confusion. Thank you for not taking the past and giving me this opportunity to redeem my sins. In the future, I will spend the rest of my life with all my heart. Oh, your shoes are dirty."

After getting on the bus, Khrushchev quickly began to flatter. No one can compare to Khrushchev in terms of flattery skills.

Just as he was talking, he saw some dirt on the leather shoes of Head Cialick, and he immediately knelt down.

Yes, I just knelt down. This Mercedes-Benz bulletproof sedan is lengthened and the space behind is very large. Anyway, it is also a red carpet below, so it is very comfortable to kneel down. Then, he used his sleeves to start to paint leather shoes for Cialick.

However, his actions made the captain Graf, who was sitting on the other side of Cialek, stunned. At this moment, Graf thought Khrushchev was going to do something that was unfavorable to Cialek.

Although Khrushchev's whole body was stripped naked and checked, he didn't even let go of his butt, and he was sure there was no bomb inside, and the fat man didn't seem to have any combat power, Graf was still staring at him tightly.

Now seeing Khrushchev's abnormal movement, Grav immediately waved his right arm and slammed Khrushchev hard on the back. The force was too strong. Khrushchev screamed and immediately fell on the carpet.

Khrushchev endured the pain and looked at the head of Shirek's shoes, right beside his mouth, so he immediately stuck out his tongue and took the initiative to lick the dirty things.

"Okay, OK, enough." Even Cyric felt numb to this action. Graf, who was beside him, knew that he had made a mistake just now, and thought Khrushchev was going to attack him. This guy was too cowardly, right?

When Khrushchev sat back from below and his lips turned black, he continued to say flatteringly: "There will be a military parade in a while, and the shoes must be clean, well, now it's fine."

"How do you plan to contribute to the empire?" asked Cialek.

It's not considered a contribution to shining your shoes, any servant is fine. Khrushchev is a sensible person, so of course he knows what Cirick is talking about

"Head of the People's Republic of China, you know that when I followed the former pseudo-Russian government, I was also an executive, familiar with the entire Soviet Union, so I can continue to use my strengths to contribute to future Moscovia and execute all orders from Berlin, just like in the Stalingrad tractor factory, without any delay."

Khrushchev's meaning is very simple. I used to want to be the leader of the Soviet Union and had been moving towards this position. Now I have obeyed the empire and made contributions. Let me manage Moscovia! I can definitely be a loyal lackey of Germany, and I will kill anyone I ask me to kill, absolutely nothing.

After Khrushchev said this, he looked at Chirek with anticipation. At the same time, his heart was beating. It seemed that Chirek was in a good mood. If he could agree, he would be the master of this place in the future. He would stay in Moscow and live in the Kremlin. This was his wish for many years!

However, he was disappointed. After he finished speaking, Cialek did not speak, but closed his eyes, as if he had not heard what he had just said. Khrushchev suddenly felt a slump in his heart. He knew that this was his proposal and that he did not gain the approval of Cialek's Head of State.

Alas, I made a mistake. Moscovia is the most important territory. The Germans must have appointed important personnel in person. They are actually going to fight for this position. Isn’t this seeking death?

"Bang!" Khrushchev immediately slapped his mouth hard: "This mouth is just nonsense, it's time to hit him! Head of State Cialek, if you just now, just think I'm farting."

At this time, Cirick turned his head, looked at Khrushchev, and continued to close his eyes.

So, Khrushchev was even more ups and downs. Now he had no other choice, so he could only frown and continue to speak down.

"In the past, I managed Ukraine and am familiar with Ukraine. You can put me in Ukraine. No matter what your job is, even if you are just a small director, I will use all my talents and contribute all my strength to the empire."

Khrushchev made his fortune in Ukraine. Now, if he doesn't go to Moscovia, he can go to Ukraine! Moreover, he lowered his attitude, no matter what position he was, he could do it himself.

After all, I have made meritorious contributions. If Germany gives it too small, how can it show Germany's aura? How can it recruit more people to surrender?

Well, it's not bad in Ukraine. At this time, Khrushchev was already looking forward to life in Ukraine.

"Hmph, Khrushchev, is this your loyalty to the empire?" Cirick spoke at this time. His voice was not loud and he did not bring any anger. However, Khrushchev was frightened at this moment.

Sirik was dissatisfied. Khrushchev was even in danger of his life. It was not a matter of a moment that Sirik wanted to kill someone!

Immediately, Khrushchev got off his seat again, lay at Cialek's feet, and put his head next to the carpet, with dense beads of sweat oozing out from it.

"Please make it clear that I am too stupid. I am a screw on the imperial machine. Wherever I screw it, I will be there." Khrushchev said.

"You are so stupid!" Cirick took out the gloves beside him and hit Khrushchev's head. At this moment, he felt extremely happy. This is the pleasure of time travelers.

If Khrushchev could travel back to future generations, it would be a boastful capital. Well, it would be even more interesting if he had to wear that kind of clothing and whip him with a small whip.

This thought flashed through and Cialek continued to restore his identity as the head of state: "Your gaze is really so short? Can't you see that the Empire has not been able to catch Stalin until now? It's because the Empire has no one who is familiar with him!"

As soon as these words were said, Khrushchev was about to collapse.

Stalin escaped and did not die in Moscow. No one knew how Stalin left. It must be Beria. Now, it was his turn to wipe his butt!

Khrushchev already understood what Cirick meant. His mission was to capture Stalin and to lead all the troops of Stalingrad.
Chapter completed!