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VILenin: What do you think?
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August 28th, 1943
The Sovietsky Soyuz
, flagship of the Soviet Union Atlantic Fleet
Alexei Stukov watched in silence amidst the cheering crowds of Soviet citizens, the music of military bands, and the thunder of cannonades along the shore of the Leningrad harbor as the great battleships, aircraft carriers, heavy cruisers, and flotillas of destroyers sailed by in formation.
Since spring, the great warships of the Atlantic fleet had sat anchored in harbor, awaiting the completion of the aircraft carriers' planes. A week ago they had finally arrived, and the Soviet navy was at long last ready to engage the combined Anglo-American fleets on even ground.
The battle fleet itself, under the command of Grand Admiral Panteliev - who had had his White Sea Fleet destroyed by the British - would sail to Rostock where Admiral Kuznetsov was awaiting him to conduct the final preparations.
The bulk of the warships had passed by, firing one last grand salvo much to the crowds delight, who cheered and applauded in response. Following was the far more important but greatly underappreciated transport flotilla under Vice Admiral Abankin - his Far East Fleet destroyed by the Americans in the daring escape from Vladivostok.
Together, the two fleets would cross through the Kiel Canal and enter the North Sea, ideally avoiding enemy forces until arriving at Rotterdam to link up with Zhukov's forces, which were currently amassed menacingly at Calais.
A smile crossed Stukov's face. Soon - perhaps in only two or three weeks - Soviet domination of the European continent would be complete.
The British Isles are ready to fall, Stukov thought, a sense of satisfaction to his mind's voice.
By now, the crowd along the shore had mostly dispersed, the Naval Parade now complete. The rest was up to the sailors.
"A fine display," Rear Admiral Viktorov declared proudly as he stepped toward Stukov, grinning from ear to ear. "The capitalists won't know what hit them."
"Both Admiral Panteliev and Abankin will be eager to avenge their fleets' losses, I'm sure," Stukov responded, refusing to be caught up in Viktorov's exuberance.
"The Soviet Navy will not dissapoint you, Premier," Viktorov said reassuringly. "You have given us the finest ships in the world. At the very least, we will take as many ships down to the bottom with us!"
Stukov snorted a laugh. "You had best be careful, Admiral. You never know who might be listening," he said, smiling.
The conversation continued for several moments before a woman dressed in an unflattering aide's uniform approached and handed Viktorov a slip of paper. "Excuse me, Premier, but I must be going now. I will be sure to send you status reports on the fleets as I get them," he said as he hurried away.
Stukov chuckled and turned back toward the harbor. "Do the generals like to pass you around, or can you just not keep a steady job?"
"If you were any other man, I might consider breaking your arm in multiple places for that," Azuren replied in good-humor.
"Sounds like you enjoyed my little naval display."
Azuren shrugged. "It was impressive. It would be a shame if your fleet suffered an unfortunate accident en route to its glorious victory against the forces of the evil reactionaries and such."
Stukov turned his head slightly, cocking his eyebrow. "Just what do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," Azuren replied, dismissing Alexei's suspicions.
Stukov gave a half-smile. "And it would be a shame if some terrible accident befell Rotterdam upon my fleet's arrival."
"Is that supposed to intimidate me?" Azuren responded confidently. Stukov simply shrugged enigmatically in return.
"The events of this next month, Azuren," Stukov said, changing the subject. "Will determine the outcome of this war, as well as the fate of the entire planet."
Azuren smiled. "I'm glad I'm still alive to see it, Alexei," she said in return. "Even in spite of everything that's happened."
Stukov opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. "Yes?" Azuren asked, curious.
"Ask me again some other time," Stukov said, shaking his head. Anton approached the pair silently, watching Azuren skeptically. Stukov looked toward Anton and nodded before looking back at her. "And as much as I enjoy musing about the fate of the world with you, my dear, I still do have a country and a war to run."
With that, he turned and walked away, Anton following behind him. Azuren watched him go, narrowing her eyes.
"You're hiding something from me."