Josef Stalin Premier of the Soviet Union of Socialist Republics sat in the soft lights of the lamps around his personal office. Feofan Karpov, Viktor Kraminov, and Kliment Pavlyuchenko sat around his desk, all of them on pins and needles as Stalin read through the twenty-eight pages of revisions to the Trinity Doctrine. Stalin said not a word he just read, and at an almost grueling pace.
When he finished he looked up, and stuffed his pipe. Lighting it he looked to each man, “Very good.”
The weight on Feofan’s shoulders went away in an instant. Stalin stood up and slid the Doctrine back to them, “ Your paper wishes to make many changes in the military though.”
“Correct Comrade Premier.” Kliment said.
“Assuming we began within a year, how long until I may see results?” Stalin puffed on his pipe sending the thick Georgian tobacco smoke into the officer’s faces.
“A year of development.” Viktor said.
“Maybe two years of reorganizing the military.” Feofan added.
“ I believe four years to build up the officer corp. needed to lead our Stalinist Revolution.” Kliment said weakly, very intimidated by the mere presence of Stalin.
“So 1936?” Stalin said standing by his window looking out at the lights of Moscow.
“I believe 1936 is the year…. We can begin building the army needed to liberate the people’s or the world.” Feofan replied.
Stalin turned back and lifted up his telephone, “Send them in.” He sat back down and clasped his hands in front of him, “Now Comrades the services you have done for the state, as well as myself will not be ignored. First I have received reports that Comrade Lt. Karpov was organizing all of the help and planning these revisions. Is this true?”
Viktor smiled brightly, “Yes Comrade Premier.”
“Ahh, then I was correct in my additions.” Stalin said looking smug.
Before Feofan could ask what he meant the doors opened and a horde of men and women walked in. Pulling the three lieutenants up, a few women and men pulled their coats, hats, and even boots off replacing them with finer things. Kliments eyes lit up at the colonel’s taps on his collar. When they were done being redressed, two men approached holding out boxes for Stalin. As reporters knelt down to take pictures Stalin smiled standing between the men.
“Today is a great day for the Soviet Union, men like this are helping to spread the Revolution. For their services to the Red Army, and the Soviet state I am promoting them all to Colonel, and awarding them the Order of Hero of Socialist Labor.” Stalin opened the boxes and proceeded to pin the medal on each of them.
He opened the final box and pulled out a leather bound book he smiled to Feofan a pen suddenly placed in his hand, “Would you sign this for me?”
Feofan looked down, and wrote his name under the words
The Karpov Doctrine: A Stalinist view on geopolitical politics.