Chapter 719: Stalin's Son (2)

Yakov is relatively introverted and taciturn. Listening to Yannick scolding his father, his whole body trembled slightly, as if he was on the verge of breaking out, and he glared at Yannick angrily.

Yannick didn't care at all and continued to talk to himself. "Don't be dissatisfied. You should also be aware of the 'Order No. 270' issued by your father, right? This is simply an extremely cruel order. If the news of your being a prisoner spreads to the country, guess what your father will do? He Naturally, he will not be shot or sent to Siberia to grow potatoes. I guess in order to show his selflessness and treat everyone equally, he will order the arrest of your uncle and aunt, label them as traitors, and execute them or hang them. Do you dare to follow? Shall I take a gamble?"

Stalin married twice in his life, his first wife was Ekaterina Svanidze. Three years after their marriage, Ekaterina gave birth to Yakov. It is a pity that her beauty was unlucky. She contracted severe typhoid and died soon after. At that time, Stalin was busy with revolutionary activities, and after hastily providing for his wife, he sent the young Yakov to the countryside to be raised by Yakov's uncle and aunt; until Yakov was 14 years old, Stalin had already become the Chairman of the Soviet Union. Take Yakov to live with you.

It can be said that Yakov's feelings for his uncle and aunt are much deeper than those of his biological father.

As for Yakov's girlfriend Yulia (a Jewish dancer) in the original time and space, due to Stalin's deep hatred of the Jews in this time and space, Yulia has long since disappeared, and the two have not even seen each other.

Now hearing Yannick's words, Yakov's expression suddenly changed. Although the relationship between father and son was quite bad, he also knew very well how his father was; cold, ruthless, and unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals. Even the death of his wife and children could not stop him from moving forward.

Thinking that his uncle and aunt who raised him would be murdered by his father, Yakov's face showed a look of grief.

The series of changes in his expression naturally did not escape Yannick's eyes. He leisurely picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and spoke slowly. "I do have a way to save your uncle and aunt."

Yakov suddenly raised his head and asked eagerly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. "How to save?!"

An unpredictable smile appeared on Yannick's face, and he pointed to the phone not far away. "It's very simple. All it takes is a phone call. It depends on whether you are willing or not. Don't believe it. When Marshal Timoshenko came to surrender, I also rescued his wife and daughter safely. You can believe us. It is fully capable.”

"..." Yakov opened his mouth in shock, and after a while he calmed down and asked. "What do you want me to do?!" He is not a fool. He knows that Yannick will not help him in vain. His identity as Stalin's son is the biggest bargaining chip, but he will not betray the motherland.

Yannick smiled. "It's very simple. You just need to say a few words on the radio. You will not be asked to scold your father and the Soviet Union, or persuade your father to surrender. You only need to say that you are living a good life here and eating well. It's good, and you also enjoy high-level treatment and so on. This is no lie. If your father doesn't take care of you, of course I will take care of you as an elder. I will send you to the officer's rest home, where you will want more than freedom. You can eat whatever you want. What do you think? You have to make a decision quickly, maybe your father has sent someone to arrest your uncle and aunt. "After all, everything needs to be done step by step and cannot be done overnight.

Yakov said a little doubtfully. "That's all?" But Yanik couldn't think too much about his last words and nodded vigorously. "Okay, I agree."

"What a wise decision." Yannick picked up the phone and called Reinhard. "Contact the Soviet Union and ask them to move Yakov Dzhugashvili's uncle and aunt to a safe place as soon as possible."

"Look, how simple it is." Yannick put down the phone and smiled at Yakov. "There are many people in your country who are dissatisfied with your father's unique rule. These people also resist your father with the belief of 'for the Soviet Union'. Do you think these people are patriots or traitors? Of course, you can think about these questions slowly. , now it’s time for you to fulfill your promise.” He asked Annie to get a pen and paper, scribbled a few lines and handed it to her. "Send him to Dr. Goebbels first, and then send him to the officers' rest home after the recording is completed."

"Yes!" Anne took the paper and put it away, leaving the palace with Yakov and coming to the Ministry of Culture building.

Goebbels went straight to the minister's office on the top floor. Goebbels, who was reviewing documents, saw the person coming and hurriedly stood up to greet him. "Miss Anne is here. What important orders does your Highness have?" Then he saw three men coming in behind him. Two of them were wearing palace guard uniforms, holding a man who looked a little depressed. "Is he? Soviet?"

"Your Highness asked me to come with you to deliver a big gift." Anne nodded. "This is not only a Soviet, his name is Yakov Dzhugashvili, Stalin's eldest son."

"What?!" Goebbels was shocked. He walked over and walked around Yakov several times with a look of disbelief on his face, looked up and down several times, and sighed. "I really can't believe that we actually caught Stalin's son. There can be more shocking news in the world than this? What do you mean, Your Highness?"

Anne took out a stack of photos and a piece of paper from her briefcase. "This is the photo we just took." In the photo, it is Yannik holding Yakov's hand and patting his shoulder affectionately. "And this is what His Highness asked me to pass on to you."

Goebbels took the paper and took a look. "Oh, so this guy is a diehard. Your Highness needs to take things step by step." It makes sense. If Stalin's son could easily betray and surrender to the enemy, it would be too funny.

Goebbels found a Russian translator and took him to the best-equipped recording studio No. 1. Yakov was sent to the recording room, and the translator translated Goebbels' words to him. "Sir Yakov, just read it according to the paper."

Yakov picked up the paper reluctantly and read it. "I am Yakov Zhugashvili..." As soon as he read out his name, Goebbels in the sound control room called for a stop. "Stop, his tone is too depressed. Others will think we forced him to say it. Let him be more energetic and passionate. It's not like he's going to die, why is he so lifeless?"

Anne on the side almost laughed out loud. Could it be that a prisoner of war was asked to speak in a sonorous and powerful way? However, the translator dutifully translated these words to Yakov.

"..." Yakov sighed and raised his voice slightly to read.

Goebbels frowned slightly and looked stern. Although he still looked dissatisfied, he did not stop and just listened to Yakov finish reading his manuscript.