Alan Wilson supports Fortseva, which is very consistent with the current international situation. It is both struggle and unity, which is reflected in the complex situation of me among you and you among me. A small action can clarify national affairs.
The pain in the balls is evident.
In order to show that it attaches great importance to cultural exchanges with the Soviet Union, the United Kingdom specially set aside an entire hotel to accommodate Soviet cultural exchange representatives. Of course, this was not enough. Some members of the male choir were also in another hotel.
In order to avoid suspicion, Alan Wilson and Fortseva checked each room one by one to ensure that there would be no super-friendly relationship between the two countries. After drinking a little wine, the two people's minds were active to ensure that nothing went wrong.
"As an imperialist bureaucrat, do you have evil thoughts about Vivien Leigh?" Seeing that the MI5 agent's attention was distracted, Fortseva lowered her voice and said, "Use the power in your hands to benefit yourself.
In the Soviet Union, you had to enter the Gulag."
Maybe he will be shot, right? Alan Wilson secretly complained, remembering that one of the charges of Beria, the current Soviet General Political Commissar, was that he was involved in power and sex transactions. If it was true? That would not be a loss!
"It can be seen that this kind of thing is relatively common in the Soviet Union, but I have not found it in the UK!" Alan Wilson categorically rejected Fortseva's speculation with a solemn and upright attitude.
"Oh, I think I should talk about the list of the next cultural exchange." Fortseva smiled drunkenly and exaggeratedly, and her mouth was directly covered by Alan Wilson, but Alan Wilson, who immediately acted with a guilty conscience, said
He let go and lowered his voice, "That list has nothing to do with me. My friend asked me to arrange it."
No matter how Alan Wilson explains it, Fortseva has concluded that she is a friend out of nowhere. Some friend asked her to arrange it. Those actresses who have nothing but faces and young bodies and whose names they have never heard must be arranged by Alan Wilson.
Yes, it might even involve power and sex trading.
This makes Alan Wilson, who has always been fair and honest as his own duty, very unfairly accused. He is ready to do it, but has not yet started to take action. How can some young actors whose names are not even known have the enthusiasm of a movie star?
"Do you want to come up with me and ask Miss Fortseva to be sent to the room?" Alan Wilson, who was supporting Fortseva, asked the two MI5 agents.
"Mr. Allen, this hotel is full of female members of the Soviet Union. It may be inconvenient for us to stay. I'll give you ten minutes. Let's go down and wait. Then we'll leave together." He looked at a man and a woman unable to stand in front of him.
He looked steady. From a man's point of view, he really wanted to let Alan Wilson stay overnight. However, since he was on a mission, as a security officer of the British Empire, he still reminded Alan Wilson that he should disengage immediately.
"Ten minutes is enough. It won't take that long to go up and down the stairs." Alan Wilson nodded indifferently and helped Fortseva up the stairs. The big-haired girl obviously drank too much, but she still maintained her dignity on the surface.
If the situation were different, Alan Wilson might really do something today, but he still didn't dare to joke about his future or have anything happen to a female Soviet cadre.
"You seem to be only twenty years old. Vivien Leigh is more than ten years older than you, and she also has a husband. You can't explain it clearly from a moral perspective or a public perspective." Fortseva shook her body and told Ellen Wilson
His behavior expressed contempt and he deeply criticized his denial, "I can see that you have evil intentions."
"So, Miss Ekaterina, have you forgotten that you and Vivien Leigh are the same age? You also have a husband. If what you say is true, I can have something happen with you." Ellen Wilson helped Force
The baby walked to the door of the room and signaled Fortseva to open the door.
"Do you dare? You don't want your future." Fortseva said in a provocative tone, took out the door key, and the door opened...
Alan Wilson followed him in, closed the door with his backhand, and before Fortseva could react, he pushed her to the wall and nibbled on Fortseva's red lips.
"Are you crazy?" Fortseva struggled and lowered her voice, "You don't want your job anymore."
"I've said it before, this is London. Who told you I didn't dare!" Alan Wilson looked at Fortseva, who had sobered up for a moment, and felt that he had moved back to the game, and said proudly, "Yeah.
Even now, agents from the Fifth Branch are still waiting below. If you find something for me that no one noticed for half an hour before you return to the Soviet Union, you will know whether I dare or not."
In front of us is the future cultural czar of the Soviet Union. Although the shelf life may not be long based on his age, he wins because of his good foundation. The small flaws in his youth can be ignored.
Fortseva obviously lost control of Alan Wilson's courage. Seeing that Alan Wilson was about to leave, she hurriedly reminded in a low voice, "Wipe the lip marks on your mouth clean, otherwise your British agents can see it."
"Thank you for reminding me!" Alan Wilson bowed slightly, showing a sanctimonious gentlemanly manner, licked his lips with his tongue, and asked politely, "Can't you see it now?"
There are always some people, especially women, who take men's kindness as a matter of course.
When Ellen Wilson walked out of the hotel and returned to the car, Shi Shiran took out the list of young actresses participating in cultural exchange activities, mentioned the photos in it, and decided to go home and admire it quietly.
In fact, the United States also has something worth learning from. For example, it can introduce the red sofa culture and clarify the unspoken rules for actors, which will be much more convenient for everyone.
Alan Wilson couldn't help but feel sad when he thought about this. He was inspired by the urgency of the development of British culture.
The Soviet cultural exchange delegation was divided into two parts. The Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe continued to tour due to the warm reception of London citizens. In addition, the degenerate elements headed by Fortseva had begun to
collude with imperialism.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Alan Wilson even wondered if it was because the materials for the Potsdam Conference were supplied by the Soviets, so they were looking for opportunities to retaliate and take back the losses at this time?
I don’t know if it was because of a previous accident that Fortseva became a lot more cautious later on. On the contrary, Alan Wilson was not affected at all. He is still a promising imperial civil servant and continues to live a busy but happy life.
Writing graduation thesis, attending meetings, reporting on the Soviet delegation's activities, and taking care of actresses recommended by Whitehall colleagues to a certain extent in cultural exchanges.
For this reason, Alan Wilson even hoped that Vivien Leigh could show a certain degree of enthusiasm, take photos with these young actresses, and find ways to expand her network of contacts.
"Vivian, in fact, from an actor's point of view, her impact on the development of the film industry is still relatively limited." Alan Wilson said to Vivien Leigh in a guiding tone, "To really become bigger and stronger, you still have to make the decision yourself. Even if
Even if you don’t understand business rules, you can still hire professional managers to run it.”
"It seems that in the United States, the position of professional manager is more common, but in Europe it is still more traditional." Vivien Leigh had been to the United States before the war and was deeply impressed by the vitality that the United States had exploded.
"Any industry that wants to develop well cannot do without help from the official level." Ellen Wilson shrugged, pointing to many young and energetic actresses at the venue and said, "I can't tell you who they are, but some of them are today
The actresses who came here were recommended by colleagues in Whitehall."
Whitehall is synonymous with the British government. London's understanding of Whitehall is the same as the people of the imperial capital's understanding of the capital.
When Fortseva came over, she happened to hear Alan Wilson's remarks. What is official help? Who represents the official? Now only Alan Wilson himself is here, and this imperialist bureaucrat represents the British official?
How on earth can we help Vivien Leigh? Fortseva naturally intervened, "Ms. Vivien Leigh, if you have the opportunity, you should go to Moscow and gain a certain understanding of the Soviet Union. Many of your films have also been popular among the Soviet people.
You are familiar with it, I believe you will be very popular in our Soviet Union, it is a completely different world."
"A completely different world?" Vivien Leigh looked confused, still not quite sure what this sentence meant.
"There is no difference. We all live on the same earth. How can there be any difference in the world." Alan Wilson answered calmly, preventing Fortseva, a dangerous red element, from dragging the national treasure of the British Empire into water.
As a well-known actor with wide popularity, the American market is very important to Vivien Leigh. Don't let it affect Vivien Leigh again when McCarthy kills her indiscriminately.
"Ms. Ekaterina, look at what's going on over there." Alan Wilson stretched out his finger to change the subject with a threatening tone, asking Fortseva not to hinder her work.
The two of them pretended to leave Vivien Leigh's side, and Alan Wilson smacked his lips after thinking about it, and said meaningfully, "The age of around thirty can actually be said to be the most beautiful age for outstanding women, except for ordinary women."
"It is extremely immoral to have evil intentions towards a woman who has a husband." Fortseva muttered in a low voice.
"Ah... I have a husband!" Alan Wilson sighed indifferently, then changed the topic, "Wouldn't that be better?"
One sentence clearly revealed her dark side, but no one could see it. Only Fortseva could see it. But would anyone believe what a Soviet person said? What about the female Soviet cadres? Haven't they been bitten?
Just like Alan Wilson told the Soviet Union that the British Empire was a friend of the Soviet Union, the Soviets would not believe it.