In the evening, after a day of partying, Dennis returned to 10 Downing Street, where he now lives.
When he got home, in the living room downstairs, his wife was still in a meeting with his colleagues, discussing the country's major policies.
Dennis returned to the bedroom alone, he took a bath, and then ate something.
When everything was done, Dennis sat quietly on the windowsill and smoked a cigarette.
And the letter, which had been held tightly by him for an afternoon, was now on the coffee table on his right.
Entrusted by people, the end of people's affairs.
Dennis waited until midnight and fell asleep on his chair before he knew it.
By the time he woke up, it was already the next morning, and he found himself lying in bed, not knowing who had brought him over.
Dennis quickly got up and went to the coffee table by the window to look for the letter, but he didn't see it.
He ran downstairs, and his wife, Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, was cooking breakfast for her husband all his life.
Dennis hurriedly asked, "Maggie, do you see that letter on the table?"
"Yes," replied Prime Minister Thatcher.
"Where did you put it after reading it?"
Dennis hurriedly asked.
"Here you go" Margaret Thatcher took the envelope out of her pocket and handed it to Dennis, who hurried aside and lit the letter with a match.
"Why are you burning him?"
asked Prime Minister Thatcher without replying.
"It's something someone else asks me to do" I have to do it.
"Did you know that if I publish this letter, the top leadership of the Soviet Union will start a civil unrest, and this is a good opportunity to weaken our enemies," Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher said, putting the prepared breakfast on a plate and placing it on the table.
"I promised someone else that I would ruin the letter," Dennis said.
"Don't you wonder what was said above, I remember you were always reluctant to get involved in such a thing," Prime Minister Thatcher handed Dennis a glass of milk.
"The person who gave me this letter told me that it would stop a lot of people from starving," Dennis replied.
"He is telling the truth, and he is not lying to you," Prime Minister Thatcher said pertinently.
She took a sip of milk, gently cracked the shell of the hard-boiled egg with a spoon, and then asked her husband, "Do you want to know what is written in the letter?"
"If you want to say it, I'm not against it as a conversation between husband and wife over breakfast," says Dennis.
"The second-in-command of the Soviet Union wanted to cooperate with us without telling the first-in-command, he provided us with coal, we lifted the sanctions and embargo led by the Americans, and invited him to come to London.
In order to help him increase his political prestige in the Soviet Union, it is mutually beneficial for everyone, and it is of great benefit to me and the country, and of course to the Soviets.
Only the Americans will suffer," said Prime Minister Thatcher.
"Sounds good, I'm already burning anyway, I've done what others asked me to do," Dennis said, taking a bite of the sausage.
"Didn't you confirm it before you burned it," Prime Minister Thatcher said, took out an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the dining table.
"Give it to me, why are you lying to me" Dennis subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and Prime Minister Thatcher stretched out his hand to organize his behavior.
"I'm still thinking about it, I'm worried it's a conspiracy of the Soviets," Prime Minister Thatcher said unreservedly in front of her husband.
"I promised others that you would have to destroy this letter after you read it, and now that you've read it, it's your business to decide that I just want to fulfill my promise to others," Dennis said, then looked at his wife with some anger.
Prime Minister Thatcher also looked at her husband, and the two looked at each other for a long time, and she suddenly asked, "What kind of person is the person who asked you to convey this letter?"
"I think he's sincere, it's just my instincts, and when he pleaded with me, he just told me about his situation, and I felt like I couldn't say no," Dennis said, holding his glasses.
"If I agree to the terms of this letter, all the troubles will be solved, but the Americans will be dissatisfied with us, but if I don't agree, I will have to continue to deal with these workers, to be honest, I am not sure at all" Prime Minister Thatcher finished and returned the letter to Dennis, who took the letter, glanced at its contents roughly, and felt that it should not be forged, so he lit the letter again with a match and threw it into the ashtray.
"I made the decision for you, burned it, and then went to the Soviets to cooperate, although I don't understand politics, but I know that if this continues, more factories will shut down, more people will lose their jobs, the Soviet Union will fall into a food crisis, and there will be people starving because of the stubbornness of politicians, but these are not the fault of the common people," Dennis expressed his attitude with his own opinion.
Prime Minister Thatcher looked at him as if he had reacquainted himself with him.
The prime minister drank the milk from the glass and then happily enjoyed his breakfast.
And Daniel no longer bothered about these things, he planned to go to the person who entrusted him with this matter after breakfast, and he lived up to the trust of others, even if the other party was a Soviet.
A few days later, the Soviet ambassador to Britain suddenly received a call from 10 Downing Street, and Prime Minister Thatcher wanted to summon him to discuss some trade between the two countries.
When he rushed to the prime minister's residence full of suspicion, he found that Seryosha, secretary of the Moscow Youth League Committee, was actually here.
"Comrade Ulyanov, when did you come to London," the Soviet ambassador asked in surprise.
"I've been here for a month, but I've finally lived up to my mission," Seryosha replied with some smugness.
After waiting for about five minutes, the two were called into the reception room.
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Prime Minister Thatcher stood in the center of the room and stretched out his hand, the Soviet ambassador quickly shook the other, and then it was Seryosha's turn.
After exchanging pleasantries, the Prime Minister announced to the Soviet Ambassador: "We have decided to lift the sanctions against your country's agricultural machinery, as well as food processing machinery and related technologies, on humanitarian grounds, and to conclude a one-year contract with your country for the supply of coal."
By the way, there is also a 10-year gas supply contract, which of course also includes the specific details of the supporting pipeline project, and the negotiators of the two countries have already negotiated about it, and it is expected that these contracts will be signed soon.
The Soviet ambassador was unprepared to be told one good news after another, and his first reaction was, I'm not dreaming t1706231537: