Struggle in Russia

December, Kyiv.

The endless heavy snow almost buried this thousand-year-old city on the spot. The one-meter-deep snow paralyzed almost all traffic in the city, naturally making life even more difficult for the poor who were already suffering from hunger and cold.

A large number of people froze to death due to lack of food and insufficient warm clothing. The most common scene in the city is tree felling. Almost all the trees in the city have been cut down, but this little bit of wood is just a drop in the bucket, and it is really not worth mentioning compared to the severe cold weather with no end in sight.

The harsh environment tests the human heart, but such a thing as the human heart no longer exists in Kiev. In other words, most of the people in the city have become the living dead, and the driving force that supports these people's survival is actually inertia.

Once this inertia is interrupted, it can be said that the city will be turned upside down.

And this inertia is about to be broken. The reason was that the nobles couldn't bear it anymore. Although they were well fed, clothed and warm, and didn't have to worry about their livelihood, they always felt that such a life was not good enough. They were fed up with Ulanov sitting on his neck, shitting and peeing as he pleased.

They also want to enrich the country, and also want to exploit those already skinny mud-legged people, but Ulanov blocks their way!

Blocking someone's way of making money is like killing your parents. Such deep hatred is naturally intolerable!

"Have you contacted me? When will we do it! This day drags on, I really can't bear it anymore!"

"That's it! That's it! Look at the price of grain now. Even chaff can be sold for gold. How much is that! But that bastard Ulanov has dominated the market and let We won’t make a dime!”

In fact, we can’t say that. Ulanov must have bullied and dominated the market, but it is not true to say that others can’t make a dime.

Take the nobles in Kiev as an example. They can sell their own grain however they want, and no one will care about it. At least Ulanov will not forcefully interfere.

The real problem is that these people are greedy. What does selling their own food mean to them? It is originally your own, and whatever you sell is self-produced and sold.

What really makes them heartbroken is that they have no way to interfere with the country's food. Look at Ulanov not having a single field or a farm in Ukraine, but he can sell the food in the country's warehouse however he wants. This is tantamount to a waste of money. Money for nothing!

This is what they are jealous of!

If Ulanov wasn't so greedy and the oil and water here gave them a few percent, do you think they still have the same attitude towards Ulanov?

That's definitely not the case. If Ulanov takes them to make a fortune together, then why don't they offer this God of Wealth and blow it to the sky!

It's a pity that Ulanov is facing a mess. He knows that he will take the blame for Ukraine, so the most important thing is to make money. That's why he is so ugly when he eats alone and refuses to share too many benefits. other people.

"We have already made contact. Nikolai Ivanovich promised to cooperate with us, but he will not participate directly, that is, he will open some checkpoints for our people to pass."

"Why is this guy so stubborn!" Someone was immediately dissatisfied and shouted: "He thinks that cooperating with us doesn't count as betraying Ulanov? Isn't this funny!"

"Okay, just cooperate! As long as Ulanov is defeated, anything will be fine. Haven't you seen the price of food on the market?"

"That's right, let's do it quickly. If it's too late, Ulanov will have wiped all the oil and water away. If he slaps his butt and runs away, what will we do?"

In the commotion, the action plan was quickly determined. Everyone almost unanimously decided to drive Ulanov out of power by force and share all the benefits gained by Ulanov equally.

"Then it's decided. Let's start tomorrow. Let's contact our people tonight and gather at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to go to the Governor's Mansion together!"

No one was destined to sleep that night. The nobles were busy gathering people to kill the New Year pigs to celebrate the fattened year. Ulanov also got the news immediately. He was also ready to cut the weeds and kill the rabbits!

Similarly, Cassinen also had a sleepless night. He was keenly aware that the matter was about to enter the final stage and was worried about Anton.

It's just that he can't do anything, because the atmosphere in the Governor's Mansion has been unusually tense these days. No one can act alone, let alone leave the Governor's Mansion to report information.

He could only pray for Anton, and pray that Anton would never be impulsive!

At three o'clock in the morning, Kashinin was awakened by a burst of noise. It seemed that the guards rushed into the room to arrest people. Soon his door was banged and banged: "Open the door, Secretary Kashinin, open the door quickly! The Governor asked You go to the living room!"

Cassinin opened the door with great anxiety. To be honest, he was very nervous at this moment. For a moment, he thought that he had been exposed. Ulanov wanted to arrest him to settle the score.

But he soon discovered that that didn't seem to be the case, because compared to those who had the door smashed open and tied up and dragged out, the guards on his side were much more polite.

When he arrived at the drawing room, the place was bustling with people, with servants and staff from all over the Governor's Mansion gathered together. However, the crowd was divided into two distinct groups by the guards.

There was a group of people who were almost as confused as Cassinin. They were not tied up. Most of them were confused or scared.

The other group was guarded by guards. They were tied tightly with hemp rope and strung together like sausages. It was obvious that something bad would happen to them next.

In addition to horror, these people's faces were filled with horror. Maybe they had guessed their fate.

Looking at these former colleagues, Cassinin swallowed and spit. If he had been a little careless, he might be among these sausages now.

Not long after, Ulanov swaggered into the living room with his hands behind his back. He seemed very satisfied with the current scene. His fat face was full of smiles, and his cheerful look made Kashinin shudder even more.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Nothing serious happened. It's just that I think it's too boring to watch the theater alone. Aren't some of you very good at acting? Just come and watch it with me! "

After saying that, he sat down calmly, ordered the butler to bring breakfast, and started eating as if there was no one else around.

Dozens of people looked at each other in confusion, unable to guess what medicine the governor was selling, let alone what show they were about to watch next.

I don’t know how long it took, but gunfire was faintly heard outside the Governor’s Palace, and it was quite intense. If you listen carefully, you can still hear some slogans, such as: “Arrest Ulanov! Hang the corrupt criminals!”