As usual, Beria gets tossed around as a potential successor, ignoring the cold hard reality that the moment Stalin's body is cold, Beria's time to live is drastically limited. Quite simply, EVERYONE who was someone in the USSR hated him. Someone is going to drag him out to a railyard, put two rounds in his chest, and then drop him on the tracks with a bottle of Vodka nearby. "Oh dear, how Tragic, our dear comrade Beria got drunk due to the weight of his responsibilities and fell asleep on the track just in time for the 4:10 from Leningrad."