Soviet Union 1991

As soon as Vladimir walked in, the strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke hit his nostrils. He walked into the room under the protection of a group of Interior Ministry soldiers. There were piles of white powder on the table, as well as piles and piles of Stacks of banknotes. The gang members who were firmly controlled by the police squatted on the ground and looked at the man who walked in uneasily.

He was silent, with the sinister look of a superior in the corner of his eyebrows. His face, which had appeared at various crisis scenes in the Soviet Union countless times, had a unique symbol of coldness. From the Tbilisi incident, the Beslan incident to the subsequent Chechen war, those who opposed him eventually died at the hands of the military or police, without exception.

Comrade Vladimir is known as the scavenger of Soviet opponents and the successor of Comrade Dzerzhinsky's will. Anyone who blocks Yanayev's ideas will be ruthlessly executed by him. But no one expected that the Moscow gang would become the target, and these members of the underground society became incidental victims of the political struggle.

They were not escorted into a police car, which meant that something more terrible was going to happen next.

Vladimir waved his hand and signaled all the irrelevant people to go out, leaving only Vladimir and a group of silent Jews. He wanted to have one final chat with the gang.

Vladimir moved a chair and sat down directly opposite them, and said, "Originally, according to the procedures of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, you will be sent to the interrogation room for trial after being arrested, but the Kremlin's Some big shots made a decision for you privately, which may be a bad decision for you. He said it would be too troublesome to send you to the interrogation room, so he asked me to explain something directly here. "

"Maybe you are wondering why you were suddenly attacked. It is not your fault. Because it is almost time for the Kremlin to change its leadership, and the new guy must have enough capital to convince the public. Since 1991, he has helped Yanayev handles all kinds of difficult incidents just to accumulate "resume" so that he can climb up the ranks faster. Do you really think that the Ministry of Internal Affairs does not know that these Jews are there. What good things are done in the underground market? In fact, they know everything, but the time is not ripe. From tonight, Moscow TV will report that under the leadership of Comrade Vladimir, several large-scale drug smuggling and trafficking cases have been successfully uncovered. Case, crackdown and punishment of illegal and criminal activities in Moscow. With this resume as the icing on the cake, he has established an unshakable position within the political bureau.”

Vladimir, who came to power relying on his political achievements, will not become a wandering duckweed.

"Oh, by the way, he is not that idiot from Beria. In the end, he offended the powerful figures in the party because of the purge. All actions from the beginning were to establish a good image among the people and gain promotion within the party. capital. It is indeed not like some guys who are promoted 'quickly', but they have built a solid foundation step by step."

The lights were flickering, and the faces of those who dared not speak were changing in and out of light. Perhaps realizing that their death was imminent, some people's expressions gradually became indifferent.

As Vladimir said this, he nodded to the soldier next to him. Indicates that it's time to start.

"These are secrets that cannot be told. As insiders, you will never have the chance to speak. What will be published in the Moscow newspapers tomorrow will only be that the police killed all the gang leaders after fierce battles, leaving no one alive. . Your blood is the foundation for his upward climb.”

"It's cruel, isn't it? But this is what happens when you get involved with politics."

After saying these words, Vladimir turned and went out. The sound of fire was heard behind him. The dark room was illuminated by the light of the fire, and then returned to calm.

He knew no one would stand up again.

it's all over.

Vladimir no longer turned around to look at the bloody scene in the room. He walked back to the command room, picked up the phone and dialed Yanayev's number, reporting to him tonight's "results."

"All the leaders have been killed, including those designated by the general secretary."

After hearing Vladimir's report, Yanayev nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Vladimir. There are still many things that you need to deal with in the future. I hope you can adapt to this role as soon as possible. Go and rest first, and leave the rest to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The conservative side also It's settled, and no one will stop you from any of your plans."

Yanayev hung up the phone. He was still sitting next to the Moskva River, quietly watching the scenery on the river bank. He stayed here all night, waiting until the moment Vladimir reported the situation to him.

A stone hanging over Yanayev's mind suddenly fell to the ground. Nothing can stop the subsequent change of power. Soon Vladimir will become the new leader and take control of the country. After next year's election, he will give up everything, including his power, and hand it over to the next leader.

Everything will eventually be theirs.

The bloody night finally came to an end, and Yanayev sat by the river, quietly waiting for the morning light to emerge. He knew that many people would be executed tonight with secrets, all for the sake of the political situation, and they had to be eliminated.

The surface of the river began to emit an orange-red light, and the morning sun was slowly rising. The Moskva River, which had been calm for a night, was once again full of vitality.

Agents from the Leader's Security Bureau stayed with him all night. They didn't know why the General Secretary chose to appear on the banks of the Moscow River before dawn. Maybe they never understood the old man's thoughts.

He no longer has his family, his friends have left him, and he has been alone.

Accompanied only by faith and loyalty.

"Good morning, sir. You're up so early."

A flash of bright red appeared in his sight, and Yanayev's tired face showed a smile. He looked at Natasha who appeared in front of him, smiled and said, "Good morning, Natasha. . Did your father bring you to the Red Square today? Did the bad guys cause any trouble for him? "

Natasha raised her face, nodded and said, "Yes, no more. Since the last time I told my husband about that incident, no one has bothered us anymore. At that time, I told my father that I I met a very powerful adult who lived in the palace, and he helped us solve all our troubles, but he just didn’t believe it!”

Natasha pouted, still angry at her father's doubts. Who would believe that an ordinary little girl knows someone high up in the Politburo?

"Haha, because this is a little secret between the two of us. No one else will believe it. Maybe when you grow up, you will understand what I am saying now."

Yanayev deliberately reached out and touched Natasha's head, smiling mysteriously at her. I hope she keeps this little secret inside.

"It's time for me to go. The big shot still has a lot of things waiting for me to deal with."

Yanayev stood up and prepared to say goodbye to her.

"A job like daddy?" Natasha asked, obviously not happy that Yanayev left so early. She didn't have many friends, and the kind old grandfather beside her was the only one willing to listen to her.

"Can't you take a day off and stay with Natasha?"

Yanayev was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "My job is much more complicated than your father's. You are still young and don't understand many things yet. You will understand when you grow up. This will open up the world for future generations." Peace, this is not a rhetorical slogan... There are always people who want to practice what we say, for the sake of the people, for the proletariat, to eliminate exploitation and eliminate polarization, otherwise they will think that we are together. Communists can only tell lies... If I lead by example, I will be the first. An era and a country will eventually need some idealists to stand up resolutely at certain moments and stand in a certain position. Don’t take a step back! As long as you stand there, it is your duty to do your duty. They have shed their last drop of blood for the motherland, and they have sacrificed everything for the people.”

Yanayev's resolute look left Natasha at a loss. She was still young and could not understand what this kind old man said. When she understands it, she will choose the same path as Yanayev.

"Well, I don't understand now anyway. When I grow up, I will go to this palace to find you."

Natasha stretched out her little finger and waved it in front of her, "Then I guarantee it."

"Okay, I promise."

The little girl didn't have any empathy at this time. It wasn't until many years later that she entered the Politburo and truly stepped into the palace in Red Square that she understood why Yanayev still smiled resolutely. The old man did it, just as he said, for the sake of this country, he would not take a step back.

He did something that many people failed to do. Although in the eyes of some people, he is an unscrupulous devil and the savior of the Slavic nation.

However, Natasha believed that at that moment, he was just a pure idealist, the most ordinary old man after taking off the illustrious cloak of power.

All my life for this country.

Yanayev stood up and slowly walked towards the Kremlin with the support of his bodyguards. The seeds of idealism are sprinkled on Natasha, and perhaps one day she will become a sapling that grows and holds up the blue sky of Moscow.

"Goodbye, sir."

Natasha faced the rising sun and waved to him.

Yanayev stopped, turned around, looked at Natasha standing against the light, waved to her, and showed a kind smile.

"Goodbye, Natasha."

I would like to write this article to commemorate his birthday. (To be continued.)

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