"Oh, who is it!" Serov's heart is not in high spirits. If it were not for the fact that his willpower is still quite good, he would have long been bored with this current state of life, where he has to be careful not to leak out in the office, and at home, he still has to make others happy, and the only one who is not happy is himself.
"Comrade Kuznetsov, the decathlon world champion, and our national wrestling champion, Comrade Aleksandr Medved! Both have reached an unparalleled level in their field. If the director has questions about this physical training aspect, it will surely answer them!" Seeing the downcast Serov, Izemotny's voice was all the more gentle.
During the Cold War, the Soviet Union, in any way, can be considered a sports powerhouse. In most Olympic Games, besides beating the U.S. presence, some people attribute the reason to the national system above. Serov scoffed at this view. What is wrong with letting people with great strength lift weights and allowing people with long legs to run? If this can be related to the system, then Serov can only say that the people who pull this up have ass problems.
Wrestling champion Aleksandr Medved, who is now the Soviet Union's national classical wrestling champion and European champion, is likely to win the world championship at the next Olympic Games. As for Kuznetsov, his current fame is even greater than Medved's. Kuznetsov, who has continuously broken world records, is considered the benchmark among Soviet athletes, and one can say that both of them are much more well-known than Serov.
"Hello, comrades. I am Serov, the director of the Third Main Directorate of the KGB!" Serov briefly introduced himself to eliminate the other party's hostility. Instinctively, no one wanted to deal with any law enforcement for a long time, not to mention that the KGB's predecessor, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, had a notoriously strong reputation in this regard.
"Hello, Comrade Serov! We don't seem to be at fault except for training, which should have nothing to do with the work of the KGB!" Kuznetsov's figure proportions were considered thin among the Soviets. It was even more apparent when compared to the wrestling champion next to him.
"This is the Main Directorate of Military Counter-Intelligence, even if you have made a mistake! It is also under the control of the Directorate of Foreign Intelligence and the Directorate of Counter-Intelligence!" Serov introduced with a smile the functions of each general directorate. For the general public, he should not inquire into the division of tasks within the KGB, "I asked the two comrades to come here. In fact, I hope that the two people will do me a favor. Comrade Kuznetsov's achievements in the decathlon deserve to be learned by all Soviet people. They so do for Comrade Medved's achievements in the wrestling field, so I hope you can tell us your training methods as a reference for our KGB training personnel ..."
Of course, Serov can not say that his body has problems. These two people can talk about Serov's real peers, not those who start ten years older than their other directors. Serov himself focused on the twenty-one-year-old Medved, who would have been much better known if not for the fact that, in later years, there was another Soviet juggernaut, Aleksandr Karelin. He was promoted to the world as a prototype for the Street Fighter character. After all, classical wrestling is a traditional Soviet sport.
"Can't control your body sometimes? Isn't this a reaction to thrombosis in the brain?" Kuznetsov said with great surprise. This sentence makes Serov feel embarrassed. If such a person can get cerebral thrombosis, he will really have no justice, and the test results are not cerebral thrombosis!
"If it's subtle, I suggest this person learn to paint! It requires a very proper attitude when painting, and the hand holding the brush can help exercise subtle control!" Medved seriously said, "Sometimes I also go to the countryside to sketch, and it will be easier to calm myself down after training!"
"The most direct means to combat regression, if it occurs in the body, is to exercise to prevent it!" Kuznetsov clenched his fist and said, "We can't stop ourselves from aging, but a strong body can slow down this trend ..."
This statement made Medved next to him very agreeable, although he was only twenty-one years old. "If the two comrades have time, I welcome you to our training ground training. I will select a group of the most elite internal affairs soldiers to compete with you in competitive sports. I do not know if the two comrades will welcome the fight..."
"That's certainly no problem!" Kuznetsov and Medved both looked at each other and said at the same time, competitive sports, no retreat! Both men agreed without hesitation when faced with the challenge.
Sending off the two national treasure athletes, Serov wrote down the training methods that the two had just talked about. He called Lucani in and ordered, "Inform Gaczyna to get two instructors who are unfamiliar with everyone and pick out a group of advanced soldiers from inside the internal affairs unit. I just want to see how big the gap is between the strictly trained soldiers and the world champions ..."
The confrontation between the soldiers and the world champion is a very selling point. Serov only hopes that the internal affairs forces do not lose too badly on the line. If the special forces can win the world championship by pulling out a random one, countries have long sent their armies to the Olympic Games, where the Soviet Union Olympic athletes, there is indeed a considerable part of the military.
After Serov woke up in the Soviet Union, he had been in a state of moving his mouth, and others were doing all the hard work to shed blood and sweat. Now it's time to put in the hard work in order to get his body back to normal.
The Moscow State Art Institute of Surikov, formerly known as the Surikov Art Institute, became a state university in 1948. From the middle of December, one more student here looked older. It was not a new thing for a more senior student to be here, but this one looked extraordinary, with two women always following him, with the attitude of never leaving as if they were guarding something.
This trainee is the head of the secret service who has not been trained as an agent for a day, the director of the Main Directorate of Military Counter-Intelligence of the KGB, Yuri Yefimovich Serov. Serov arrived here just to learn the most practical techniques used by secret agents in painting sketching, which is often used in crime solving and espionage as a style close to reality.
Drawing a solid three-dimensional sense on a flat surface requires specific sketching skills. For example, Serov, who is now sitting in the last row, keeps a simple pencil in his hands that has a feeling of flowing water, and the only sound in the large classroom is the sound of salsa, which is the movement of the pencil rubbing together.
Soon all finished their work waiting for the check, "How was it?" Serov asked with a badly twitched eyebrow.
This? The two women, Izemotny and Lucani, who had been peeking at Serov from behind, looked at each other. They wondered what to make of it, "There's a sense of abstraction!"
This statement made Serov's face fall instantly. The Soviet Union is not without abstract masters, such as Vasiliy Vasilyevich Kandinsky and Kazimir Severinovich Malevich. When he was sketching and got this kind of evaluation, it sounded a bit cursed.