Soviet Union 1991

The cold wind at Cape Sarec makes people tighten their necks. This is a beach where the wind blows most of the time all year round. The never-ending whistling sound seems to uproot the Foros Villa, constantly beating the two sides. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows in upstairs bedroom. Yanayev sat on the edge of the bed. He did not turn on the light, and stared at the dark scenery outside the window in a daze.

There were no less than two digits of guards guarding the corridors on the upper and lower floors of the villa. There were even two KGB agents outside the bedroom door. There was also a team of fully armed KGB troops standing ready in the open space under the balcony. Yanayev Even with wings, it would be difficult to fly out from here. Since I can't fly out, I just stay here and wait until the coup is over before going back.

He doesn't care anyway.

To be fair, if the previous Beslan hostage incident and quelling the Chechen rebellion were test questions, then solving the coup crisis was Comrade Vladimir's graduation exam. Although he had already arranged a series of follow-up plans, some things ultimately required Moscow. Future leaders do it. Only by perfectly resolving this crisis will Vladimir's reputation and status reach a truly unshakable level.

"I don't know how long this storm will last. If things go according to plan, Moscow should be almost entering the final exciting drama by now."

A little spark lit up in the darkness. Yanayev lit the cigarette on the table, took a deep breath, puffed out the smoke, and said to himself, "Lukyanov, Gnei in the living room." The same goes for Ralof, they are just problems in this test. They are not real crises. The crisis is always on the other side of the Atlantic, and the Americans are still in trouble. Watching us eagerly, Western Europe has never given up the threat of confrontation. These are the last few moves I have made, but for Vladimir, this has just begun. In two years, he will become a shining star in Soviet politics, a leader who will redirect the Soviet people forward and become a true emperor."

This coup under his control can be regarded as a graduation exam question that he gave to the other party.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, and someone turned on the light in the room in the dark. The bright light made Yanayev squint his eyes, and he saw Genelalov standing in front of him, his face pale.

He finally came.

Yanayev leaned against the wall with an indifferent expression. He asked slowly, "What's wrong? Comrade Genelalov, it seems like something terrible is happening to you? Let me guess, is it Moscow?" There has been a major change over there, and the armored forces are gathering towards downtown Moscow? "

Genelalov was breathing rapidly. He tried his best to calm down his emotions and said word by word, "The armored units of the Taman Division and the Dzerzhinsky Division are mobilizing and heading to downtown Moscow... I believe this is absolutely true. It’s not the work of conservatives, General Secretary Yanayev. Did you know from the beginning that we would choose to take action today?”

"Let me teach you a lesson, Comrade Genelalov."

Yanayev put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, turned his head and said to Comrade Genelalov behind him, "Never be fooled by superficial illusions. When you think what you see is the truth, it is actually just A shameless lie. Do you really think that I will. Was the news about the attack on April 2 casually placed in the office drawer, and was discovered by Comrade Valery? An April Fool's Day joke deceived all of you. You have a teammate like Comrade Lukyanov. It’s not surprising that the conservatives were wiped out.”

"The White House phone number can't be reached. It must be a second-hand action arranged by you?"

Cold sweat broke out on Genelalov's forehead. From the constant busy tone to the news of the mobilization of armored units, he knew very well that there must be some ulterior secrets going on behind this.

"Signal jamming, including cutting off the White House's phone communications, is not a special method. It is just to prevent people who should not escape from escaping."

Genelalov took a few steps forward and stood in front of Yanayev, "Did you also deliberately arrange for us to have a falling out at the ministerial meeting and fight each other?"

"Yes, it's obvious that you all lost your composure and were deceived. In fact, if it had been carried out according to the original plan, I would have had a headache because I didn't know your exact date. It was you who betrayed you. You panicked and wanted to Take your lives."

Genelalov clenched his fists, and a bad premonition slowly came into his mind. General Secretary Yanayev was far from being as simple as he thought. He felt that he had fallen into a trap set by others, and He walked along the bait without even realizing it.

"Comrade Genelalov, what you saw was deliberately arranged by me to arouse your tension. To force you to take risky actions in advance, it seems that this plan is very successful. You will do whatever it takes to The well-arranged action was carried out in advance, but it exposed loopholes that will make all your previous efforts in vain. "

Genelalov's heart dropped, and he continued to press, "Did you know from the beginning that these were all scams? Then why did you get involved?"

Yanayev raised his head, looked at the lights above his head, and said slowly, "Why? Of course it is to catch you all. I never care about the chess pieces on the table, no matter how many there are, I can win them. The only thing I care about is hiding in the dark, People who have never taken action are the most serious problems. I could suppress them when I was still the General Secretary of the Soviet Union. After I step down, if Comrade Vladimir cannot suppress them, the outcome may be 1991. A repeat of the incident.”

"So you set up this trap just to lure everyone out?"

Genelalov's face was ashen. He finally saw the opponent's methods. When a wise man faced the barbaric and ignorant Slavs, his thoughts and knowledge were his spear and shield.

It can't be calculated, it can't be calculated at all. When I stood next to the General Secretary, I used to laugh at the stupidity of Washington. Now it seems that their situation is even more miserable than that of Washington.

"Lead out everyone, capture everyone, and remove them from the party. I have never been fond of advocating bottom-line struggles. When it comes to key issues, those kicked out can never come back. There is no reprieve. Two years of execution, and there is nothing that can be used as a gold medal to avoid death. If a member of the Soviet Communist Party commits a crime, he will be punished by the law. People who think that this is a gold medal to avoid death should know one thing. The General Secretary will let him. If he dies, he must die!"

Yanayev's last words frightened Genelalov out of his mind. No one could stop the General Secretary from killing anyone.

Fortunately, Yanayev was now unarmed, and fortunately he had blocked the Foros Villa.

He was his own prisoner, and no matter how well he used his tactics, it was of no use now. Genelalov was in absolute control of the situation, and in order to humiliate the General Secretary's secrecy, he asked the last question.

"The last question is one that I have never understood. General Secretary Yanayev, why did you automatically and consciously walk into this trap? Even if Lukyanov fails, I can escape far away from Moscow. Crimea Going down there is Turkey and other Eastern European countries, you can’t catch me at all!”

This was his mockery of the General Secretary, mocking the fact that no matter how thoughtful the other party was, he still could not avoid being plotted.

However, Yanayev gave an answer that was completely opposite to what he expected.

"Why are you so sure that I have stepped into your trap? The person who fell into the trap was not me, but you, Comrade Genelalov. Do you really think that these three KGB agents are loyal to you? You Have you never doubted that everything around you was arranged by me? I arranged these people from the beginning, and you were just borrowing them."

"You think you are the warden of this prison? Sorry, I am."

As soon as he finished speaking, the closed door of the bedroom was kicked open. Genelalov stood up in a panic and saw the KGB troops he had mobilized walking towards him.

Yanayev slowly and methodically straightened the wrinkles on his suit, stood up and stretched. This scene had gone on for too long, and it was time to end it.

He said calmly, "Comrade Genelalov, you are under arrest." (To be continued.)