Soviet Union 1991

"...It's a secret.?"

Yanayev's pretentiousness made Lukyanov very unhappy. He could conclude that the other party knew something, but he didn't speak for some purpose. So he further pressed the other party, "This is not the answer I want to know, General Secretary Yanaev, what did Shecherbitsky say? Who is that name? These are all important, so I hope the General Secretary can give a satisfactory answer."

Yanayev looked at the other party with a strange look and asked, "Why are you so curious about this secret, Comrade Lukyanov, I remember that you have no origin or entanglement with Ukraine?"

Lukyanov was stunned. He realized at this time that Yanayev had dug a trap for him to jump into. Everything was fake, and the words just now were just for his attitude. Now he didn't know how to answer the other party's question.

"I...I think this matter may be related to the future fate of Moscow..."

Lukyanov was speechless for a while, not knowing how to refute the other party's words.

However, Yanaev didn't seem to want to delve deeper into this issue. He had no interest in the little tricks that Fly was doing behind his back. Even though he made Lukyanov speechless, he finally waved his hand and let him leave.

"Our conversation is over, Comrade Lukyanov. Oh, as for the 'intention' I asked before, just pretend that I didn't ask. After all, some secrets shouldn't be known by too many people."

"..."

The more Yanaev was mysterious and hesitant to speak, the more scared and panicked he felt. Shecherbitsky had given him the last "advice" before, either stop the little tricks behind his back, or the end is already weighed by himself. Obviously, the time to make his choice has come.

Fly Lukyanov stood up and prepared to say goodbye to Yanaev, but the words that the other party suddenly said made him stop. Yanaev still maintained a slow and methodical smoking action, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

"If you don't stop, many people will die. This is not an advice, this is a notice. I have seen too much blood and death in the past eight years. There are many old friends lying on the tombstones in the New Saint Cemetery. I don't want to add another tombstone. Either withdraw quietly or... have a grand funeral."

The pupils suddenly contracted, and Lukyanov clenched his fists. He could feel the fine sweat on his palms, pulling him directly into

He felt that this office was a cage. They seemed proud, but in fact they were controlled by an invisible hand and could not escape at all. Lukyanov suddenly remembered what Yanayev said a long time ago.

"After all, a soldier with flaws is still a soldier, and the perfect fly is just a fly."

They are flies in a cage.

There is nowhere to escape.

Lukyanov left the Kremlin in a daze. Yanayev looked at his panicked background with a half-smile, and shook off the hot red dot between his hands. The ash fell on the red carpet along his fingertips and was stepped on by his leather shoes.

It was like stepping on a complacent bug.

Valery, director of the General Secretary's Office, walked in after Lukyanov left the office. He turned his head to look at the corridor where Lukyanov disappeared, and said slowly, "It seems to have succeeded? I just saw the Organization Minister's distraught look, like a stray dog ​​with no way to escape. Tsk tsk. I thought Lukyanov was very capable, but in the end, he was just like this."

Yanayev breathed a sigh of relief and said with some lingering fear, "If Pavlov stood on their side, I would have a headache. Fortunately, the old comrade is still conscious and unwilling to get involved in this muddy water. The next people can't make much trouble."

Yanayev nodded, "They are now beginning to realize that they are desperate."

An invisible net is rushing towards Lukyanov, and no matter how hard he struggles, he can't get rid of the shackles.

"Comrade Valery, any movement in the Kremlin will not escape your eyes. Lukyanov is now a frightened bird. He needs someone who can cooperate with him from the inside and outside. Monitor my every move in the Kremlin. I am relieved that you are in the Kremlin."

Yanaev has already realized that some people around him are likely to be in collusion with the conservatives, but he still doesn't know where the fish is. Once it is found, it will be eliminated immediately.

He has been calm and composed since 1991. No matter what order the General Secretary gives, he will faithfully execute it. "I understand, General Secretary Yanaev. I will take care of everything next."

"Thank you for your hard work. I will go to the Black Sea villa for a week in April, so I hope you can control the situation."

Valery's eyes lit up, as if he realized what General Secretary Yanaev was thinking, and asked tentatively, "The General Secretary said, deliberately create a loophole and then lure the snake out of the hole?"

"You have always been very smart, which is why, except for Comrade Vladimir, I will hand this place over to you and let you plan it. If I am not here, they will have no pressure, and those people will be more easily lured out."

"There are many snakes, not just one. Those who try to destroy our great construction and those potential interest groups who disregard the interests of the people for their own selfish interests are all targets to be attacked. Only by eradicating them one by one can the bloated giant be reborn. The rigid physical defects accumulated by Comrade Stalin have not been completely eradicated. This is destined to be a long and arduous process."

Valery nodded. He understood Yanaev's plan, and the link he made was probably one of the links in the whole big layout. There are more plans that are carried out in secret and there is no chance to understand them. The more you understand it, the more you will feel that Yanaev is an elusive fog.

A great patriot. A sinister conspirator, a cursed **.

And an ordinary man after taking off the coat of power.

"No problem, I will be responsible for arranging it. But we can't guarantee that they will take action..."

"Set up the trap, they will always take the bait, the water has been stirred, and they will soon be unable to hold back and will jump out."

Yanayev turned around and suddenly said to Valery, "Sometimes, will someone think I'm stupid?"

"Huh?"

Valery didn't expect the general secretary to suddenly say this, and he was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer the other party.

Yanayev shook his head self-deprecatingly and said, "Not only you, many people who have come from that era will have the same empathy. After overthrowing the ambitious people in sheep's clothing such as Gorbachev and Yeltsin, now we have to fight a group of stubborn people who are not enterprising. After fighting and fighting to the end, how many people in the party are willing to follow me?"

"General Secretary..."

Yanayev did not stop and continued to talk to himself.

Valery stood behind him, looking at his back, just like in Moscow's Red Square in 1991, facing thousands of aggressive demonstrators, he stood firm in his place, not afraid or retreating. He had no way out, behind him was the motherland, the Soviet Union, and the red flag he vowed to defend.

"We talk about **, socialism, and for the happiness of the people, liberating the working class and eliminating exploitation. There are always people who have to practice it and set an example. Otherwise, others will only say that our ideal is nothing more than utopian socialism, which is just a layer of state monopoly capital, which is actually not much different from the financial oligarchs in the West. If sacrificing me can bring about the prosperity of this country, the prosperity of this country, and a world without exploitation, then I will do it without hesitation. Even if the fans I will die, even if I am cursed by history. "

"I have no way to retreat, Moscow is behind me. If the conservatives want to take action, they can do it. If they want to take down the red flag and replace it with other colors, they have to step over my body first. Yanaev is the only one who can drag the diehards of the entire political bureau to be buried with him. I have done enough. "

"I have no regrets, I just want the prosperity of the world." (To be continued.)8