Soviet Union 1991

A rare rain fell in Moscow, falling from the sky on this cold land. The cold winter was about to pass, ushering in a short spring, but no one froze to death because they could not afford heating. There was no sound in the room.

Maybe this is not an ideal world, but no one starves to death because of the gap between rich and poor. Everyone has their own jobs and can still fill their stomachs with three meals a day. The country under martial law shows orderly prosperity amidst the cold regulations.

Just behind the scenes of prosperity, everyone can feel the smoke and the smell of war. While the Soviet Union is manufacturing tanks like sausages, the invincible Red Army has extended the front line to the junction between Poland and Ukraine.

The other side didn't seem to use any strategy. They just carried out a step-by-step airborne attack, a baptism of artillery fire, and then the armored troops occupied it and pushed it forward without any pressure at all. Such a scene occurs because the armed forces of Eastern European countries have become appallingly lax. Countries that have not experienced war for many years have lax armaments. They are unable to resist any attack, and naturally they cannot resist the advance of tanks.

The troops that could still resist a little were wiped out in the ensuing baptism of artillery fire. The Soviet Union did not care at all how many troops the other side invested. They only cared about how many people could stand up alive after the baptism of artillery fire.

On this day in Red Square, Romanov unexpectedly appeared. He did not hold up an umbrella, nor did he let anyone else hold an umbrella for him. He seemed not to care about the rain pouring on his face. Under the podium, there were countless people holding umbrellas. They were looking at him calmly, looking at the god in their eyes, Russia, no, the hope of the Soviet Union's future.

He changed the country. Although there were terrifying killing machines everywhere and chariots and tanks filled with cold metallic luster, the citizens felt no longer afraid for the first time.

They don’t need to bear the heavy pressure of life. They work in the factory on an eight-hour system and have delicious dinners after get off work. They don’t have to worry about freezing to death because they can’t afford heating in the coldest winter, or because they can’t afford expensive medicine. Waste and fend for itself. After financiers angrily denounced the futility of the planned economy, Romanov's political measures stunned everyone and quelled the solidification of class disparities. When the capitalists worked hard to widen the gap between the rich and the poor and expanded the chain of interests to include God, When foreign enemies and super natural disasters were untouchable, Romanov, who crossed over from a parallel line, gave everyone a slap in the face, nationalized the property owned by the interest class, and redistributed it.

He only asked a certain interest class to remember one sentence.

The country always belongs to the people.

Yuri was a little curious as to why Romanov chose to give this speech before negotiating with Western Europe, but he did not relax his vigilance. No one knew whether there would be MI6 or CIA snipers aiming their crosshairs. Off his head.

“I stand in this position, representing Russia and all the oppressed proletarian people, and I just want to tell you one thing. After more than two decades of humiliation and decline, Ukraine has finally returned to the embrace of Russia. "

As soon as he finished speaking, applause and cheers erupted in Red Square. No one thought that the previous presidential administration had only taken back the eastern region after exhausting all its efforts, while Romanov's army stabilized the entire region in less than a week. The situation in Ukraine, known as the industrial center of Eastern Europe, has long lost its former glory. Only a few factories are still functioning. The army immediately launched operations to try to restore industrial operations across the country.

The sign of tempering rose again in Kiev, and after expelling all Ukrainian regimes, the Soviet Union finally stood on this land and began to re-incorporate itself into its own territory.

Russia wants to restore its past glory, and Ukraine is an obstacle that cannot be bypassed. After possessing Ukraine, the entire Black Sea became the Soviet Union's back garden.

"I just want to emphasize one thing. Everything the Soviet Union has fought for so far. We have not asked for anyone's charity. Missiles, tanks, and bombers have forced the other side to hand over everything they swallowed. The Soviet Union has lost , want them to return intact. If not, the Red Army's iron hooves will break through their territory. Ukraine and Georgia are just the beginning. The Soviet Union's pace will never stop until we destroy all enemies under the bullets! "

"My people, the people who have suffered so much, there will never be an exploiting class that oppresses you from now on. The Soviets will lead this country out of these dark and painful years and restore its old glory. You long for There will be bread, there will be jobs, the Soviets will not abandon any of the people, and the country will never leave you alone. The blood-sucking moths will be hanged on the telephone poles and will never appear again on our land. A capitalist!"

"Long live the Soviets!"

There was a wave of applause at the scene, as well as the increasingly fanatical eyes of the people. In their eyes, Romanov was like an immortal god, a savior who led them out of the old era, and even the hope of restoring their past glory.

This terrifying belief, no wonder it caused panic throughout Europe when it first appeared. They no longer want to recall the fear that was shrouded in red shadows.

However, not all the eyes that looked at Romanov were filled with longing and goodwill.

In an invisible corner, a sinister smile appeared on a face.

Yuri's brain received some discordant signals. The pouring rain did not seem to block the reception of the signals. He slowly frowned, his expression seemed a little anxious, and his eyes turned to the left front of Romanov. Through the heavy rain curtain, he seemed to want to see the shadows hidden behind everything.

"The scum is finally here, right? It is not a wise choice to play tricks before the appeasement negotiations begin."

Yuri did not move, but just stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on an invisible place.

Perhaps Romanov did not realize that his face appeared on the crosshairs. In a high-rise building a thousand meters away, the muzzle of the sniper rifle was aimed at the speech site on Red Square.

The room was dark, and the sniper's back was covered with photos of Romanov. In the quiet room, even breathing could be heard, one hand on the trigger, ready to exert pressure at any time, and the left eye slowly narrowed.

Prepared to turn this greatest Russian leader into a flash in the pan historical dust.