Soviet Union 1991

The last time people saw General Secretary Yanayev was at the military parade on the Red Square of the October Revolution in 1999. General Secretary Yanayev seemed to be in good spirits, smiling and talking and laughing with the people around him. Although he was the former General Secretary of the Soviet Union, he chose a seat far away from his comrades in the Politburo and sat down quietly, not wanting others to notice his presence.

He just talked and laughed about the recent situation with the people around him. The improvement seemed to be good. He had swept away the previous gloom and malaise. He even continued to analyze the current situation with Vladimir and strictly guarded against the United States provoking it again. Purpose of the European Civil War. As for Western Europe, if they continue to take care of themselves, one day they will reap the consequences.

On November 7, the sky in Moscow was no longer cloudy in winter, but a very rare blue sky, as if specially to celebrate the victory anniversary of the October Revolution on this day. The tidy and clean Red Square in Moscow is preparing to welcome the arrival of the army. The blue sky and the red walls of the Kremlin contrast with each other. The people who had already gathered were looking forward to the reviewing square passing by. All the comrades of the Politburo gathered together and quietly waited for the military parade to begin.

The number of Soviet veterans who participated in World War II gradually became sparse.

Others who participated in the military parade now only have a cold tombstone left.

Those veterans once stood disheveled on the Red Square in November 1941, waiting for the call to assemble. They had seen the brutal artillery fire of the German Nazis, and the blurred backs facing the bullets. Follow the torrent of steel as it marches into Berlin, and witness with your own eyes the victory flag planted on the roof of the Reichstag. However, as the millennium is approaching, many of them have lost to time. The war once deprived them of their most precious things, but now time has deprived them of the only life they have left.

This is not the first time that these veterans have participated in a grand military parade. They rushed from various cities in the Soviet Union to the solemn Red Square in Moscow. Many people thought of the cold names engraved on the monument, those comrades who had long been separated from themselves. Now they can no longer see the motherland they have longed for.

The former comrades-in-arms and the continuous artillery fire have long since dissipated in the long river of time. The only thing that has settled down is the continuous advancement, never-ending footsteps and loud shouts.

Yanayev half-squinted his eyes and looked at Vladimir standing in the center with a pleased smile.

He finally supported a vast red republic.

Next, the country will be restored in his hands.

The only regret is that Constantinople has not been recovered and the pride of the Third Rome has been restored.

The songs of the Unbreakable Alliance rang out in every corner of Moscow's Red Square. Along with the songs came Moscow's armored forces. The original T80 and T72 square formations have long become history, replaced by the latest T14 Armata. tank. The huge steel monster is driven by 1,500 horsepower, and its steel tracks cover every piece of land in the Red Square, announcing the arrival of the red polar bear to the world.

Yanayev finally smiled. The military industry development that he had firmly grasped before he left was finally rewarded at this moment. It was just a pity that he could no longer move to the Crimean Peninsula. Vladivostok, go to Murmansk and see its proud naval power.

Look at the terrified figures of the Slava-class and Kirov-class cruisers as they pass through the Turkish Strait.

Look at the glorious feats of Varyag and Ulyanovsk as they rampaged across the Pacific.

Look at the Tu-160 bomber soaring from the Dnieper River to the Far East.

Look at the situation as the torrent of steel once again casts its shadow over Western Europe.

His thoughts were pulled away. When the passionate and majestic music sounded, Yanayev cheered up a little. The last terrible murder weapon of the Soviet Union slowly appeared in the eyes of people all over the world. The huge body made everyone feel a terrifying and depressing atmosphere. The steel body of more than thirty meters carried a terrifying warhead with the equivalent of nearly 20 million tons of tons.

Poplar, the most proud strategic weapon, no matter how long it takes, the whole world will tremble under its shadow.

Red Square has turned into a turbulent sea of ​​red.

Yanayev's vision gradually became blurry, and Yanayev's eyelids felt a little heavy. The noise and cheers seemed to be far away from him at this moment. He was a little tired. He hadn't had a good sleep in so many years. He just wanted to be quiet. Take a nap.

It's so tiring.

He fell into a deep sleep and had a dream. He dreamed that he was sitting in a birch forest with the leader of another socialist country standing next to him.

Smile kindly.

"Is it just you?"

Yanayev sighed, looked at the slowly falling golden leaves, and said, "Ceausescu, Ladislav Adamek, Wojciech, those leaders in Eastern Europe, they all should Are you leaving?"

The elder wearing black-rimmed glasses whispered, "They took the first step, and only the two of us are left to support the overall situation."

"But I tried my best. I hope they don't blame me."

The autumn wind passed through the birch forest, and Yanayev squinted his eyes in the warm sunshine. The dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes.

"This country is back on track. If nothing unexpected happens, the communist movement will rise again. We failed for more than 20 years because of the arrogance and ignorance of the Slavs and missed the entire 20th century. I tried my best to correct the mistakes of the entire country. As for the future, it can only be handed over to those outstanding young people. I hope I didn't hold them back..."

"I hope the motherland will prosper."

"I'm too tired. Now I just want to have a good sleep. I can't think about power and situation anymore... The future is up to you. The red flag will eventually need you to carry it. We are old people who are not in line with the development of the times... It's time to let go..."

Yanaev's eyes gradually blurred. This quiet birch forest in the dream seemed to be his final destination.

The man who saved a red empire finally closed his eyes in the warm sunshine, listening to the sound of the wind passing through the birch forest, and fell asleep quietly with a smile on his lips.

He never woke up again.

"Goodbye, Soviets."

Gennady Ivanovich Yanayev, former General Secretary of the Soviet Union, died on November 7, 1999 and was buried in the Novodevichy Cemetery.

That night, the statue of Ivan the Terrible, which had been placed in the Moscow Museum for decades, collapsed without any warning.

(End of the book)