Soviet Union 1991

(Third update completed)

Just when Korodic was busy applying for political asylum and going to the United States to enjoy the free sunshine of Miami, the unlucky Comrade Yakovlev reported to the public again and became the target of public criticism. The photo shown in the newspaper this time is somewhat intriguing. Comrade Yakovlev, who was beaten by others, refused the police's help and stared at the other person with wide eyes, as if he was deliberately inhumane.

The public opinion offensive launched by the Soviet official news media is more terrifying than what is known to the public. Just the different order of the photos tells a different story. It seemed that Yakovlev did not appreciate the government at all, and even seemed to blame him.

Yakovlev could no longer guess what the people were thinking. The only thing he knew was that he had completely become a laughing stock among the people, or a public enemy that attracted hatred.

The Soviet Propaganda Department was destroying his life in an orderly manner, but Yakovlev was still helpless. He didn't even dare to go out on the street, because once he walked on the street, people would point at him and whisper that this was the last time. The newspaper editor who was mobbed for supporting Prohibition.

Except for Yakovlev, the lives of other public intellectuals were not much better. The Soviet Propaganda Department, as the mouthpiece of the country, seems to have decided on this group of people and will not give up until they are ruined.

What was most difficult for Yakovlev to accept was Korodic's farewell. He had successfully obtained the ticket to open the door to the United States through political asylum. Korodic only told Yakovlev about this the day before leaving. This made the latter feel betrayed.

When seeing him off at the airport, Yakovlev still could not forget the last words Korodic said to him. He gave Yakovlev a hug, then patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Leave here, let's Not a rival to the Soviet Union."

Yakovlev shook his head. As an idealist, ever since he learned about the Great Purge of the Soviet Union, he had devoted himself to dismantling this extreme regime and bringing real freedom and hope to the Russian people.

"Let's go, Korodzic, and never come back after leaving here. I will continue to work hard on your unfinished business until the evil regime is completely dismantled with the efforts of all of us."

Yakovlev's persistence seems to be a joke in Korodic's eyes, freedom? Everyone knows that they are just watchdogs used by American public opinion to destroy the Soviet Union. Where did so much idealism and romanticism come from. But Korodic didn't have the heart to expose this and just smiled at Yakovlev and waved goodbye.

A few days later, without any surprise, Yakovlev saw in the newspaper Korodic's dirty laundry, including receiving aid from the United States and maliciously smearing and spreading rumors about the history of the Soviet Union. Many of them had nothing to do with subverting the regime, but they were enough. Bring Korodic into disrepute. The newspaper said, "Since public intellectuals demand that the government must treat the people with integrity, how do they maliciously smear the history of the Soviet Union? If your democracy and your freedom are just about achieving ulterior ends by any means necessary, then Please get out of this land and go to the West to work together. One day we will be glad that the country’s voice is not controlled by such a group of people.”

"Damn the Soviet Communist Party, they are simply unreasonable devils!" Yakovlev threw the newspaper to the ground and stepped on it a few times. This reminded Yakovlev that the newspaper had previously published a report about a publicly known homosexual. Orientation, in this era when people were not tolerant of homosexuality enough to be published in newspapers, the report used the most vicious tone to ridicule this writer with a special hobby. The writer had previously published an article insulting the Soviet Red Army during the Great Patriotic War, accusing them of why they were not all killed by the Nazis.

Of course, the end result was that the writer jumped from the fifth floor and died on the spot. People always have to pay for everything they do, right?

This is the purpose of the Soviet Propaganda Department. Since the public knows that we are unreasonable, don't blame us for being unscrupulous, despicable and cruel.

Yakovlev lay in bed like this in a daze every day, watching the clock on the table go by minute by second and unable to do anything. Having lost his job and the trust of the people, he could only rely on the aid from the Americans. The body has nothing to grow. But he knows very well that if this continues, even Americans will stay away from him because he has lost value.

"We have to find something to do." Yakovlev sat up, holding his chin and thinking slowly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door in the quiet room. Yakovlev got off the bed and walked to the door. He glanced at the peephole on the door and found two strange men standing outside. He asked warily, "Who is it?" ah?"

The person outside the door took out his ID, pointed it at the peephole, and said in a deep voice, "We are from the KGB."

Will what is supposed to come always come? Yakovlev took a deep breath. He was ready to become a victim of Soviet persecution. Whether it was the Kazan Mental Hospital or the so-called New Gulag, come on and let his blood awaken the bewitched people.

Yakovlev opened the door with a somewhat decisive expression. He said to the two gloomy-looking agents at the door, "Is it the crime of subverting state power? I will just go with you."

"You misunderstood, Comrade Yakovlev. We are not here to take you for investigation." The KGB officer explained.

Yakovlev almost thought that he was hearing hallucinations in his ears. People from the KGB came to the door in person. Isn't it because of the suppression of freedom of speech?

"As you can see, our Soviet Propaganda Department needs to hire some people who are familiar with the United States and the Western world to serve as editors-in-chief of the newspapers under the Propaganda Department. We would like to ask Comrade Yakovlev if you are willing?" One of them glanced at Yakovlev's messy room and said slowly, "Of course, if you are willing, the newspapers under the Propaganda Department will withdraw the accusations and public opinion offensives against intellectuals, and we will also give you a better house to facilitate your work."

"Recruit? Become a minion of your violent machine? Dream on!" Yakovlev said disdainfully.

"We don't need you to sing praises to the Soviet Union, we just need you to report on American affairs, um, especially those real negative news. Oh, by the way, in fact, your friend Korotich has agreed to cooperate with us, using the excuse of political asylum to hide in the United States to collect negative news for us, of course we paid him a very considerable reward."

The words of the KGB personnel fell like a heavy bomb in Yakovlev's heart, a double agent? Korodich's face became blurred in Yakovlev's mind. Thinking of his meaningful words before he left, Yakovlev realized that Korodich was willing to do anything for money.

On the one hand, he took the salary of the Americans and portrayed himself as a representative against Soviet persecution. On the other hand, he secretly took the Soviets' payment and sent all the negative news about the United States to Moscow. Yakovlev smiled bitterly. Korodich, my friend, you won, and you won gloriously.

The game set up by the Soviet Propaganda Department was indeed clever, so clever that Yakovlev felt that he was an absolute fool at this time.

"Excuse me, Comrade Yakovlev." The always unreasonable KGB actually tried to reason with Yakovlev, "Do you really think that your colleagues are fighting against totalitarian rule? You are wrong. They just want to get a considerable piece of the pie in the political game between the United States and the Soviet Union. Whether it is the Soviet Union or the United States, as long as they can give enough benefits, these people will use their reputation among the masses to become someone's watchdog. The ideals you uphold are nothing but insignificant things in the eyes of others, not even as valuable as a ruble on the ground."

"Also, nearly half of the public intellectuals have accepted the conditions we offer and are willing to report the dark deeds of the United States for us and expose the dark side of American society to the Soviet people. They are not really for democracy, but just use these means to gain more benefits."

"Stop talking!" Yakovlev interrupted the KGB personnel's chatter, "Please stop talking!"

When you find that everyone is pretending to be stupid and only you are really stupid, you will have the same desperate look as Yakovlev. The agents had only seen the look of a person whose spiritual support was shattered in the KGB secret prison.

"I will not agree to be your accomplice, never." Yakovlev's tone was very calm, as if he had become unusually calm after experiencing the heart-wrenching pain.

Surkov had asked Yanaev before, what if these people did not accept our conditions and continued to be stubborn? Yanaev's answer was very simple, to completely defeat these people's spiritual beliefs, and even if they were unwilling to devote themselves to the great construction of socialism, they would not be able to stir up any waves.

"That's a pity, we're leaving first, take care, Comrade Yakovlev, the Soviet Union is with you." The two KGB personnel politely left Yakovlev's room.

Yakovlev sat on the ground a little dejected, and the shattering of his faith was tantamount to emptying a person's soul. Thinking of how he had been running around for the freedom of the Soviet people for so many years, what he got in return was an idealistic scam.

Yakovlev opened the drawer and found a revolver inside. He had imagined that one day when the KGB came to his door, he would shoot himself heroically with this revolver, but he did not expect that he would choose death because of the shattered ideals instead of sacrificing himself for freedom and justice.

"What bullshit democracy, what hypocritical freedom, all go to hell! You are the same as totalitarianism!"

After writing this short will on the paper, Yakovlev picked up the loaded pistol, put the barrel into his mouth, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.