Dear Comrade - Dear Comrade chapter 332

Dear Comrade Leader, Episode 332

The story behind the abduction

Kim Jung-hwan himself did not yet know exactly how to explain that feeling, but if we dare to dig into the complicated formula, it is a shame but true that at least half of those feelings are the love and affection that a young man often has for a beautiful woman of his age. will be.

Although the other side, Hye-rim Yoo, no matter how white-headed, Kim Jung-hwan, who was only an illegitimate child who had already lost the ties in the past, seemed not to be interested at all, so the problem was that it was a one-sided unrequited love.

And the emotion in the other half of the matter was, so to speak, a kind of accomplice consciousness.

‘Actually, it is highly likely that the accomplices’ consciousness luck is ultimately my one-sided misunderstanding!’

However, Kim Jung-hwan swears that the fragment of Yoo Hye-rim’s feelings he had glimpsed for a brief moment was the same as what he had felt, and he could believe this one thing, ignoring other things.

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No, I wanted to believe that.

If I recall the memory of accidentally peeking into her heart, which she had always kept secret outside of work, it happened one day in the early spring in Pyongyang, which was no different from usual, when Kim Jung-hwan and her mother were going to school at Kim Dae-ro.

– No, that car, that… … !! What happened to the driver’s goal? … .

That day, he suddenly jumped out from behind and overtaken them, and when he saw a car running in the traffic lane, ignoring everything, Kim Jung-hwan clicked his tongue as if he was stunned, but the vehicle in question accelerated like hello and went farther away.

What was even more amazing was the sight of the security guard who had to crack down on traffic laws, neglecting the other vehicles that had violated the lane, not protesting, but giving way, as if to give way.

The most absurd thing was the words of Hyerim Yoo, who muttered in an indifferent tone as if they were already familiar with the scene.

-Oh, it’s a vehicle owned by the youth division. Judging from the license plate, it seems that there is also a comrade on board, who is said to have recently risen to the rank of comrade Jang Seong-taek, who is the son-in-law of the President, whom he admires.

-Anyway, ignoring any signal in the middle of this Dongdaewon-daero… … .

-It’s common these days. Recently, the republic has prospered and the number of cars has increased, but the cars are also made in Germany, Britain, Sweden, in that order, according to the rank of party cadres, and among the cadres who received a car, the momentum of running on the road is different depending on the party and line… … .

Yu Hye-rim said, ‘Did you know now, I knew it was a desk job, but I didn’t know that you were outside the world to go around this much’ was Yu Hye-rim’s words, but it was her that caught Jeong-hwan’s attention right after that. It was the words that came out of the mouth of

A very little, a very small amount that you would never have felt unless you were a person who normally thought the same thing, but in the next moment, the tone of her words was filled with clear ridicule and bitter lament about the reality of the current leadership of the Republic, which should be the people’s comfort zone. there was

-… … Wasn’t this all thanks to the thrifty ‘leadership’ of the President and General? … ? In just a few years, the day will soon come when this republic will truly become a ‘land of paradise’ that will earn the respect and envy of the people of the world.

– Lieutenant Yu, just… … Do you really think so?

-… … !!! … … I was talking nonsense. I’ll make it a little bit more exciting, so you don’t have to worry about your comrade being late for business (lecture).

That was the end of it.

Yoo Hye-rim, who showed her inner feelings to Kim Jung-hwan for a brief moment, shut her mouth as if she had always done so, and put on her usual cold and indifferent mask.

And even though he was an illegitimate child, he never again showed such an image to Kim Jung-hwan, as if he was self-censoring his carelessness, which he showed even if it was a slight dissatisfaction with the system in front of the leader.

However, from that day on, Kim Jung-hwan kept her and Yoo Hye-rim in his heart.

It was not because of her beauty, nor to escape from the current situation where there was no way out of it on her own.

It was because she realized that from the depths of her heart, Hyerim Yoo had been looking at society, this republic, and the world with the same eyes as herself.

For Kim Jung-hwan, who could not be approached by his comrades or himself since childhood, that day was as good as the first day he discovered the key to the cage.

“… … Yes, but in the end, it’s just a futile thing on my own.”

After waking up from the flashback, Jeonghwan, who returned to the dark corner of the study room’s data search room, muttered bitterly.

For one hundred days, he has to embrace the feelings of love and longing alone, and it is only because Hyerim Yoo, who is the party, doesn’t show interest in him, so it’s just an unanswered echo.

If you think about it calmly, Kim Jung-hwan is of Baekdu bloodline only in his name, but it is not strange if he gets out of the eyes of his half-brother, General Kim Jong-il, and gets expelled if he does well, or is assassinated or executed if he is unlucky.

Regardless of Kim Jung-hwan’s own abilities or will, the future he awaits as it is is probably to graduate from Kim University and spend the rest of his life as if he’s dead, taking up a consular post in a third country in Eastern Europe.

Maybe this was a problem with myself, this guy named Kim Jung-hwan, before that lineage in the first place.

What woman would be attracted to a man who had neither the courage to stand up and overthrow her situation, nor the manly skeleton, nor even the arrogance of writing?

Even Yu Hye-rim would have spent her youth in the midst of the elite military personnel from Russia, Frunze, who can be said to be the most elite of the republic, both physically and mentally.

Although she may not know it, the ideal type she wants is someone who can make a difference.

A man with power and guts, not a helpless human like himself who lives in a lineage that is both a blessing and a chain.

A man who has the power to change the current republic, which is becoming a prison for not only Kim Jung-hwan himself, but also almost all of the people, including her.

‘No, to tell the truth, what I really want is not Lieutenant Yu. What I really need right now is… … .’

It was to get out of this republic, a prison without bars and cages, the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.

In fact, the feeling of love for Yoo Hye-rim right now is also a big part of the camaraderie that shares the same longing for freedom and dissatisfaction.

If possible, Kim Jung-hwan’s greatest wish and secret dream was to take his only family and mother, Kim Myung-ae, and go somewhere other than this republic.

Even if you are worried about what you will eat and wear tomorrow, anywhere, even for a moment, where you can freely speak, think, and decide your own destiny.

However, the problem is that Kim Jung-hwan is well aware that such a thing is close to impossible now and in the future.

‘I’m Hana, at least I’m young and my hair is pretty good, so wherever I go, I’ll take care of my body, but how do I enshrine Omani, who has spent my whole life in this republic?’

At least the city of South Korea, where the distance is not far and the horses and waters are not very familiar, passed through Kim Jung-hwan’s mind for a while, but he shook his head.

It is not on the other side of the world, and if he flees to South Korea, it is difficult to be free from the beasts of the Party and furious Abaddy until death.

I did not know the detailed state of the country in South Korea and deliberately pretended not to be interested, but there was a coup d’état in the military and the former military president closed the eyes and ears of the people and is operating an iron fist rule. Because there doesn’t seem to be anything else.

“At this point, like the folklore of the old Rizō era, when I woke up with a thunderbolt, I wished I could have entered someone else’s body.”

So the only thing that comes out is sigh.

In the end, as he had done hundreds of times before, Kim Jung-hwan, who once again stopped lamenting his fate, fixed his gaze on the screen of ‘latest culture’ in front of him.

In the present-day republic, there are probably dozens of 16-bit ‘computers’ that exist at best, and even if it is limited to an internal intranet, it was a computer connected to a communication network.

It is the privilege of Kim Jung-hwan as the illegitimate son of President Kim Il-sung, the ‘Father of the Republic and all the people’, to be able to use these latest relics, which were brought into the data search room of the huge Pyongyang People’s Grand Learning Center, and even until this late. It was a privilege.

In fact, except for this level, his scary half-brother, Kim Jung-hwan and Kim Myung-ae, who are afraid of General Kim Jong-il, and resting carefully even if they breathe, the two mothers could enjoy almost nothing, including freedom and the future.

Kim Jung-hwan, like now, has been taking time for a while and staying late at night in this Great People’s Learning Center under the pretext of ‘studying newspapers’. The resistance that could be done was absurd.

The white screen of cyberspace, which is not connected to the outside world, is a recording medium that guarantees anonymity in some sense than a secret diary or recorder that can be handwritten in the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.

There was a reason that it was because it was a strange thing to see a computer called a typewriter for the first time in my life, which looked like a TV with a typewriter, but on a day when the hounds of the Security Service couldn’t burn all of the pieces of paper that the Bowibu hounds could not burn because they wrote their dissatisfaction with the system on a piece of paper. Even the seemingly serenity enjoyed by Kim Myung-ae and Kim Myung-ae will end.

But at that very moment.

Ding–!

“Hey, what is this… … ?”

As always, at the moment when Kim Jung-hwan thought that he had to erase the echo in the world he had written down on the screen and get rid of it, he was startled and trembled.

A phenomenon he had never experienced before was happening right before his eyes.

What it meant was an indication that a new message had arrived on the screen of the computer, notifying the arrival of a message between the intranet and other terminals.

That was email.

“No, who is going to this learning center at this time… … ? Ho, ho, ho, maybe Bo, Bo, Bowibu?”

Even in the next 10 years or so, the arrival of e-mails is not a big deal even in a dictatorship country, but it is a different story when mail arrives in 1985, and it is also very closed from North Korea.

There are around a hundred computer networks in North Korea’s intranet, but at this time, who among them sent an e-mail to him, to be exact, to the computer address of this learning center?

Kim Jung-hwan stared at the ‘recipient’ column on the screen of an American IBM computer monitor with a resolution of 640×350.

In the recipient column designated as the recipient of the e-mail, his name, three characters, ‘Kim Jeong-hwan’ was clearly written.

What was even more suspicious was the subject of the email:

-According to Article 3 of the Constitution of the Republic of Korea, we deliver an invitation from a free and just country to the citizens born in a democratic Republic of Korea.

“… … !”

Any human being with a little brain would have judged this suspicious-smelling ‘spam mail’ as the latest trap designed by the security guard or Jeong-eun, who was uncomfortable with his existence and tried to get rid of it, and then deleted it without opening it.

In this era when individuals rarely own e-mail addresses, pointing out a specific person named Kim Jeong-hwan and kindly identifying the time and place where he uses his computer to write such content, this is advertising as a trap. is not it.

And Kim Jung-hwan, too, is usually not so quick that he would jump right into a feat where his intentions to weed out such anti-republican and anti-party elements would be obvious, but in the next moment, he moved the mouse as if possessed by a certain impulse that he himself could not explain clearly.

A sense of despair and one’s own plight about the unresolvable reality.

And anger towards the Republic, Abaddy, and half-brother who threw themselves into this situation.

It was obvious that life would be gray if he had to live longer anyway, so the feeling of desperation to do whatever he wanted, whether to kill or catch him, also played a part, but most importantly, at that moment, that short sentence shook Kim Jung-hwan’s heart.

At another time, other people might not know, because for Kim Jung-hwan at this moment, the short, clichéd phrases of democracy, freedom, and justice were more seductive than any money or position in the world.

click

Pa… … !!!!!

And in the next moment, Jeonghwan lost consciousness at the intense flash of light pouring out of the monitor.

* * *

“hey… … !!! Aww—this! Jung Hwan! Wake up, warrior?”

“… … .”

“… … hey! wake up! a little. In a little while, the team leader and seniors will go to work, but if you sleep with your computer on like this, they say that you will lose your mind during your annual leave? But did you go to bed after checking overtime? First of all, since it is a public institution, even if it is a small allowance, the state gives it, so I have to relentlessly get it back as much as I paid in taxes, right?”

“… … uh?”

Jeonghwan woke up, moaning at the morning sunlight outside the window and someone shaking him to wake him up.

And he stared blankly at the surroundings he had never seen in his life, which was completely different from the Great People’s Learning Center where he had lost consciousness, and above all, a young comrade of the same age who stood beside him and looked at him.

Where the hell are you?

“Hey, Researcher Jeonghwan Lee. It seems that the amount of caffeine in your blood vessels has dropped a lot? Otherwise, when I was in college, I stayed up all night for a few days, but am I already old?”

“… … Who is your comrade?”

“… … ?”

Jung-hwan was the person who woke him up, and Kim Kyung-soo looked at his friend without saying a word for a moment with a bewildered expression when Jung-hwan asked this question with blank eyes.

Are you less awake?

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No, are you still baffled by the mistakes you made while eating Jeyuk-bokkeum for lunch yesterday?

yes, that’s for sure

“Hey, what I said at lunch yesterday… … sorry. Why did you bring up the story of your father there for nothing? … I apologize again because I made a mistake. So, stop relaxing and don’t get weird concepts. It’s creepy.”

“… … are you my abaddy? Are you talking about President Kim Il-sung, now the sun of the republic? Besides, without any honorifics? Comrade, I don’t know where I am right now, but it’s just the two of us here, but still, being careful with your mouth… … .”

“… … .”

Ah, maybe this is still a mess, or is it because there is nothing materialistic about it?

Yes, would it be?

Kim Kyung-soo, who made the decision up to this point, said as if declaring that he had a big heart for a while.

“Okay, okay. beef! I’ll buy you beef on the weekend, of course with Korean beef! It’s from what I know as the director takes outside guests. Is this enough? Oh, this is a big financial hit, but I was very excited. After all, it seems wrong to buy a house in Seoul in this lifetime, so you have to eat and die. Why are you disappointed that this rice is not meat soup, Ri Jeong-hwan, dear leader Comrade? 👀”

“… … !?!?!”

“Now, let’s go to work when we feel a little better. I don’t know, but the government announced new real estate measures to try to get his house price down? There is talk of loosening the green belt, but the market and online real estate cafes are already in a mess. We need to reflect that correction, so let’s move quickly. When I went to work in the morning, I saw that rental companies were already wearing their headbands and coming out to protest. ttt.”

“… … Sis, protests, did you all plan to die? Where are you? Where the hell is Pyongyang like that? … .”

This friend has been suffering from a lot of work, and has his brain cells already started to get damaged at this age?

Kim Kyung-soo, who started to get really worried about his friend while joking around, began to seriously think about whether to advise him to pay half today and go to the hospital.

But before that, he decided that he should give gas Whal Myungsu to his (usually favorite) headache medicine, and as he walked to the chest of drawers where he kept the medicines, he said something as if it was not a big deal.

However, that mournful word shook the spirit of Jeonghwan, who had not yet awakened from the nightmare of his previous life, from the root.

“Where is it, Gwanghwamun in Seoul, a hot place for protests in Korea. And I’m not asking to die, I’m asking everyone to live. Let’s all eat and live together! and… … .”

“… … ?”

“… … And in this 21st century law, good freedom, can’t you even protest in Korea? It’s not wrong to say that we have different opinions, but if we don’t allow that, is that a democracy? It’s not a juche idea, it’s a one… … .”

“Uh huh… … !!!”

At the friend’s words, ‘Lee Jung-hwan’ just opened his mouth and groaned without knowing the meaning.

And in the midst of that, the morning sun, which cleared the darkness of the night, shone through the windows and lit their shoulders, and the birds on the trees chirped freely and leisurely.

It seemed to bless the new path of a new life to live in a new country.

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