Soviet Union 1991

Vladimir escaped everyone's sight and came to the Southern Machinery Manufacturing Factory on a secret inspection. This factory, originally used to produce long-range intercontinental missiles, is now in a state of complete paralysis. Since the Moscow riots have gradually subsided, the workers have been sitting outside the factory in an attitude of non-violence and non-cooperation, waiting for the weight class representative sent by Moscow. arrival.

Someone noticed a guy they had never seen before standing at the gate. He didn't look like a worker from a southern machinery manufacturing factory. He wore a top hat and lowered the brim, hiding his face deeply behind the hat. They couldn't see exactly what that face looked like. But standing among the workers, you can feel that he stands out from the crowd.

Azarov, director of the Southern Machinery Manufacturing Factory, also noticed the tall figure mixed in the crowd. He walked straight behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

The middle-aged man turned back and smiled at him.

Azarov was not polite and asked the other party directly, "My name is Azarov. Are you not a worker in our Southern Machinery Manufacturing Factory? I seem to have never seen you like this before."

"Yes, I am indeed not a worker at the Southern Machinery Manufacturing Factory."

The middle-aged man answered the other party's question honestly, "It's just that it's raining so hard that I can't continue on my way, so I have to stand here to hide from the rain."

Then he handed Azarov another cigarette and helped him light the fire. He asked, "I'm a little curious about what happened at the Southern Machinery Manufacturing Factory. Why did all the workers not go to work, but stood outside the factory in sit-in protest?"

"Well, it's a long story."

Azarov was also full of bitterness and had no place to pour it. "Recently, the Central Committee of Moscow has issued some new policy to forcibly transfer some skilled workers to Far Eastern Siberia, saying it will support construction. We don't understand, since it is a red-headed document. I had no choice but to follow the assigned tasks, but I didn’t expect that they would ask us later. All the family members were relocated free of charge, and they might stay there for a long time. Originally, some of the workers were native Ukrainians, and of course they were unwilling to accept such conditions. So conflicts broke out, and the workers refused to move. They are unwilling to start construction and will not relocate until this problem is solved.”

The middle-aged man's expression was a little serious. He asked slowly, "Didn't anyone tell them that the central government's documents are based on the principle of voluntariness? And the relocated workers should try not to select locals. If they relocate, the central government will also give them With a sufficiently generous subsidy standard, there will be no major property losses due to relocation.”

Azarov shook his head and dropped half of the cigarette ash bomb on the ground. "No one told us about these things at all. They just issued a document requiring us to be forced to relocate. No other conditions were mentioned."

The middle-aged man was silent, seeming to be thinking about something.

The atmosphere became a little awkward, and finally Azarov broke the stiff situation, "By the way, at that time they also said that the central government would carry out more relocation plans in Ukraine, the Southern Machinery Manufacturing Plant and Nikolayye The husband shipyard is just the beginning, and there will be more plans to be implemented. The central government is ready to kill Ukraine and use our heavy industry system to feed the weak and poor Far East region. Of course we will not do it. Why should Ukraine continue to support the Soviet Union when it serves as the granary and heavy industry base? What’s the Far East plan? This is simply targeting us Ukrainians!”

"Is that what you think?"

The umbrella was still dripping with water. The middle-aged man held the umbrella handle with both hands and sighed, "Is this one of the reasons why you went on strike?"

Azarov nodded and said with some pride, "Yes, I remember that this statement came from within the government at the beginning. Even Ukrainians with a sense of justice in the Ukrainian government can't stand it. They are secretly They stood up to support our actions, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs police who suppressed them also sympathized with our protests. When the time comes, we will definitely be able to force Moscow to make concessions. General Secretary Yanayev is an enlightened leader, and we can reason with them. of."

"What if it doesn't make sense?"

“Keep fighting until someone listens to our voices!”

The cigarette in his hand was almost burned out. Azarov flicked it. The cigarette butt drew an arc in the rain and fell into a small pool not far away. It made a sizzling sound and soon calmed down. .

For them, they are not like helpless cigarette butts, they can only express their inner roar in this extreme way. Although that blazing heat will soon be drowned by more turbulent water.

After listening to what Azarov said about the causes and consequences, the middle-aged man asked, "What if I tell you that you have actually been deceived and that the central government's policies have been misinterpreted by some people with evil intentions?" Azarov Comrade Rolf, how would you feel?"

"Being cheated? Hahahaha, it's impossible." Azarov laughed dryly, "Are you kidding, my comrade. These are all true news, how could we be cheated?"

As a small workshop director, Azarov's views on certain issues are still too naive. Political struggle is cruel, and every little person involved in the conspiracy may become a chess piece in the hands of some people, the kind of chess piece that is discarded after use.

"It is these absolutely true news that deceived you. Those people want you to think that what you see is the truth, but in fact it is a scam carefully planned by some people with ulterior motives. These are not the truth at all, but outright lies. They use despicable lies to deceive many people who are unaware of the situation. In order to achieve their evil goals, they try to make you be used as a gun."

"Whether it is the Ukrainian government or the suppression of the Ministry of Internal Affairs police, it is a conspiracy. I am afraid that the mastermind behind the scenes is now hiding in a dark corner, watching the contradiction between the two sides become more and more profound. The more muddy the water is, the more profit he can make. Don't underestimate the shamelessness of speculators."

This time it was Azarov's turn to be speechless.

The middle-aged man said to himself, "Shecherbitsky, is this the trap you set for me? If I were to do it according to the content of the document, I would have been led into the trap you set long ago, right? Haha."

The middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing a heroic face. Azarov stared into his eyes and scratched his head. He always felt as if he had seen this person somewhere. Because this face appeared frequently on certain occasions.

I don’t know if it was because he drank too much vodka at the table last night, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen this familiar face. In the end, he had to ask helplessly, "By the way, I have been talking to you for so long, but I still don’t know your name?"

The middle-aged man smiled gently, he opened the black umbrella, stepped into the rain curtain outside the eaves, and said without looking back, "My name is Vladimir, Chairman of the Moscow Council of Ministers, and also your representative for this negotiation."

Azarov’s drowsy head was like being poured with a basin of cold water. Hearing his answer, he suddenly woke up with a start. The figure that often appeared beside Secretary Zhong in his mind and the middle-aged man in front of him slowly overlapped and finally became one person.

The rumored next Soviet Chairman, General Secretary, the youngest Vladimir.

Azarov opened his mouth and was so scared that he couldn’t speak.

A convoy of government-branded vehicles drove towards the Southern Machinery Manufacturing Plant. The workers sitting on the ground stood up one after another, wanting to see who was coming.

"Is Vladimir sitting in the car in the middle?"

"I don't know, but judging from the pomp and circumstance, it shouldn't be wrong. The Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the Soviet Union is a very important official in Moscow."

The workers privately discussed the convoy enthusiastically. No one realized that the ordinary middle-aged man standing in front of them was the representative they were talking about.

Azarov's eyes widened. He really couldn't connect the middle-aged man in front of him with the powerful leader of Moscow.

"Are you the negotiator sent by the central government?"

Vladimir shrugged and responded to the other party.

"Yes, the negotiations can start at any time."

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