Soviet Union 1991

First update

The phone rang. The drowsy Yanayev suddenly raised his head, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, fumbled for the phone and answered the phone. His voice was a little low, just a couple of symbolic hums.

But this action made Genelalov's heart sink. The person who could call the general secretary's office was definitely not an ordinary guy.

There were noisy sounds in the courtyard, and he knew that it was the replacement of the Security Bureau troops that were replacing the previous batch of garrison personnel. After these days of guarding, Genelalov's hope of escaping had become increasingly slim. After finally realizing that the conservatives were no match for Yanayev, he gave up his resistance.

The voice on the other side seemed a bit muffled. Although the tone was lowered as much as possible, you could still tell who the voice on the other side was.

A call from the Chairman of the Council of Ministers, Comrade Vladimir.

"It's all over. Comrades Genelalov, Rutskoy and Lukyanov were arrested on the way to the American Embassy. They will be punished for treason. Now they are being detained separately. It will not be long before You will appear in court at the Supreme Court of the Soviet Union and be arrested on charges of treason. As for you, the crime of seizing the top leaders of the Soviet Union is nothing more serious than theirs."

Even the follow-up script Vladimir has already set, and the dangerous behavior of conservatives dancing on the edge of a knife has finally received the punishment it deserves.

The Soviets will not let go of the traitors who betrayed the motherland, so it is already obvious what their final outcome will be.

Lukyanov and Rutskoy are being held separately, and they will not be sent to a black prison or labor camp for reform yet. Yanayev also needs to pry other people's secrets out of their mouths. Those who secretly supported the coup but never came to the forefront.

This time Yanayev is preparing to uproot the forces behind him, leaving no one behind.

The atmosphere in the room was silent, and Genelalov was not in a hurry to speak. He was weighing the chips in his mind, the chips that could be used to negotiate with Yanayev openly.

Reporting on each other is the beginning of getting guilty and meritorious service, or it may be the end of catching them all in one fell swoop.

"We've all been arrested, aren't you going to explain it? Comrade Genelalov. I think you know best how the KGB treats traitors. It's better to explain it in their hands than in my hands. At least I can give it to you." Due dignity.”

Yanayev turned around, and Genelalov sitting in front of him had his hands cuffed. Yanayev was not worried that the other party would break free and escape. If he could escape from Ukraine, which is 630,000 square kilometers, He went there and avoided the eyes of many Ministry of Internal Affairs and KGB spies. It can only be said that his tone was very good.

But he never believed that such people could not see the formality and participate in a coup that was unlikely to succeed.

Yanayev continued to be persuasive, and he comforted, "Comrade Lukyanov has been arrested, and his last card lurking in the airborne troops has been completely exposed. Do you have any other means now? There is nothing left, just wait. You will be tried and executed in court, and we will completely bury you in this land!”

Genelalov gripped the chair tightly and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. But when he thought that all his secrets would be shaken out, thin cold sweat still covered his forehead. Not sure it was because the air was too dry, he stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips.

He suddenly laughed, looked at Yanayev's solemn expression, and said, "Since the General Secretary knows that I am from the KGB, you also know that I should know the best about interrogation methods. If you want to trick me, I'm sorry. , when I first received the training, my lesson was how to not leak the secret after being arrested. One of them was to keep them in different places and cause mutual suspicion and conflict, wasn't it?

The fingers paused and Yanayev nodded.

"yes."

Yanayev admitted very honestly, "It is because I know that you have received counter-insurgency training in the Intelligence Agency that I do not intend to use those methods to force you. In fact, I want you to sign an agreement. This agreement It’s not bad for you.”

When it comes to intelligence and investigation, he is no match.

But when it comes to weighing political interests, no one can match Yanayev's power tactics.

Yanayev took out an agreement he had prepared from somewhere and handed it to Genelalov. He said, "You read this agreement first, and then give me an answer after reading it. I I said that this agreement is only good for you.”

Genelalov picked up the black and white text and read it three times carefully. After confirming that there were no secret traps hidden inside, he raised his head and looked at the General Secretary in front of him in disbelief.

Is he really that magnanimous?

"Expose the crimes of Lukyanov and his gang, and you will be spared jail and put on the KGB's witness protection list. We will kill all the conservatives, and you don't have to worry about subsequent problems. Do you know why I chose you? "

Yanayev tilted his head, the cigarette in his hand almost burned out, "Because as the director of the Leader's Security Bureau, you must have a lot of secrets of other Politburo members, right?"

Genelalov was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the General Secretary would ask this question.

But Yanayev knew the style of the KGB, which held the most secrets. Even if they didn't say anything, he knew that the reason why Belia was infamous in the first place was not because he had dark materials in his hands to evaluate senior leaders. The red document in the hands of the Stasi director was also the last life-saving weapon used to blackmail the leader.

Does Genelalov have it in his hands? Only a fool would believe it.

But the other party showed a tight-lipped attitude. He didn't want to leak those secrets and offend the conservatives who had already lost power. He would not die. But for those who offended the entire political bureau, Genelalov's fate was obvious. How could he dare to continue to hang out in Moscow when he was not even qualified to be a dog?

Even if he avoids prison, his life is ruined. The foreseeable ending is to hide in a remote countryside and avoid the eyes of senior officials.

Seeing that the other party was still stubborn and unwilling to speak, Yanayev rubbed his nose and disagreed. Patience, what he has most now is patience. So he said nonchalantly, "You know what? Comrade Generalov, I remembered something. The KGB recently discovered a good talent. Although he was born in the Stasi, he came here after the German coup. When he arrived in Moscow, the KGB promised him political asylum and inducted him into the organization. He was once the number two man in the East German Stasi intelligence service and the most hated spy in the West. Now he joined the KGB and worked for us. live."

Genelalov was stunned for a moment, his expression slowly changed, and he vaguely remembered that he had heard of this person, but could not remember his name.

A name that resonates loudly.

Yanayev gently opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, letting the sea breeze flow into the room and clearing away the unpleasant smell of smoke.

"I think Lukyanov and Rutskoi should be left to him to deal with. Believe me, no one has been able to withstand that psychological pressure so far. His performance is satisfactory. There are almost no traitors who are unwilling to speak. "

There seems to be a certain face slowly emerging in my memory. With the unique cold look of an intelligence agent, he put his hands in his coat pockets and looked at the passing people coldly.

His Adam's apple rolled a few times, as if he remembered something. As Yanayev's conversation deepened, the vague spelling of his name slowly emerged in his mind.

The first thing he remembered was the code name.

Mysterious, Misha.

What immediately comes to mind is his real name, Marcus Wolff.

Yanayev pointed at him and continued, "When the time comes, Rutskoi and Lukyanov will all point their fingers at you, and you may become the unlucky guy who takes the blame for the conservatives."

"Do you want to see this end?"

"Should I speak now?"

The problem has returned to the original direction, but now Genelalov is not as calm as before.

If it was Marcus Wolff, Yanayev wouldn't have anything to worry about. Anyway, if Genelalov doesn't explain, he will definitely be the unlucky guy in the end.

Yanayev crossed his legs and spoke in a calm tone, as if he didn't care about the other person's next answer, "This is your choice, Comrade Genelalov. No matter what I choose, I will be the winner."