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The Kremlin!

People on almost all floors heard roars from the president's office, and there were many people coming in and out, all of whom were leaders from the military or intelligence agencies.

They took a deep breath when they went in, and they came out with a dark face, which is the case for almost every big boss, and then Comrade Yeltsin used the same words again, and occasionally uttered the dialect of his hometown.

Obviously, today's Yeltsin is very "Stalin".

It is also true that he is a bit disgraceful in his own position, and hopes to perform well during his tenure. In fact, this war against Chechnya should be said to be a means for him to divert domestic disputes.

But he underestimated Dudayev, and underestimated the determination of the Chechens. The newspaper in front of him was full of criticisms of his governance from beginning to end.

Yeltsin was an extremely conceited person. If he was so suspicious of his ruling philosophy, if he were "Stalin" instead, these people would have been assassinated long ago.

Times have changed.

He sighed, rolled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him, pressed his thumb on his temple with his headache, and all these **** things rushed out one by one.

According to general calculations, if Yeltsin does not act now, if Dudayev completely expels all Russians, at least the death toll will reach thousands.

It's not that Yeltsin is soft-hearted, but that most of the people he needs to rule are ethnic Russians. It's as simple as that, his political base is the Russians in the country.

We must find a way to minimize the impact of this deed, and cut the mess quickly, otherwise other ambitious organizations will definitely get involved at this time.

The slightly rough hands pulled **** the face, pulling the bags under the eyes half drooping, and the blood red in the eye sockets could be seen.

He slapped the table, which startled the secretary sitting outside the door. He hesitated for a while, knocked on the door anyway, and stood outside and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Yeltsin's palms were numb, **** it, why is this table so hard? His face turned red. Hearing the secretary's inquiry outside, he took a deep breath, but still said without curiosity, "Come in."

The secretary opened the door and came in. He glanced around from the corner of his eye, but he didn't see anything unusual, but his heart skipped a beat. That was Yeltsin's sulking, and he might be the one who was unlucky.

Sure enough, Yeltsin frowned, and scolded the secretary head and face, nothing more than why the document did not do these trivial things well.

The secretary bowed his head and was scolded. He was used to it. What kind of person was Yeltsin?

The only Russian president who conquered the White House, he is an unborn hero in the history of Russia for thousands of years. His ability surpassed that of Lenin, Stalin, Khrushchev, Brezhnev, Andropov, plus 10 million Soviet Red Army and 5,000 intercontinental missiles.

Oh, wait, this "White House" he called seems to be the building of the same name in Moscow, which is used as the Russian Federation Parliament Building.....

Besides, first, shock therapy, and second, if you drink too much in front of Clinton, you will know that he is not a qualified leader at all.

But a so-called speculator.

The complex attitude of many Russians towards him can be seen with this joke:

Yeltsin's speech: For many years, under the rule of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, our motherland has been on the edge of a precipice. Now, I can finally proudly announce that the Soviet Union has been overthrown, and our great Russia has finally taken a big step forward.

Compared with other leaders in history, he is not one or two points worse. He is just a scum who can play with human nature and people's hearts!

But definitely not stupid.

However, because of such people, maybe the world will be more exciting.

After Yeltsin was tired of cursing, he said to his secretary, "Contact Nicholas Tang, I will talk to him in half an hour."

Uh?

Want to contact him?

The secretary was startled, and glanced at Yeltsin. The other party's eyes were very dark. He shivered, nodded quickly, and went to make arrangements. By accident, he kicked the chair next to him, and the sore toe was pulled out of the shoe. There are three bedrooms and one living room, but still enduring the pain, he walked out of the office on his feet.

Yeltsin saw all these things, but he was very indifferent. For him, nothing was as important as his own position.

The weather in Boston is cool, and the sea breeze from the Atlantic coast brings a little salty taste.

Tang Dao sat on the balcony, looking at the coastline in the distance, which could disperse the depression in his chest.

Just wearing a pair of underpants like this, "Bird" is actually a bit cool, after all, the wind sneaks in at every crack.

At this moment, a pair of hands climbed onto Tang Dao's neck from behind, leaning his head on his back, and murmured comfortably.

Tang Dao naturally held the opponent's hand instead, without turning his head, and said softly, "Kandis, it's windy outside."

This girl is the only daughter of Shakespeare Howell, the president of UBS, and Tang Dao's official girlfriend. The other party finally couldn't stand the feeling of missing someone in Switzerland, so she flew to Tang Dao's side.

Of course, all of this, parents do not know.

This made Kandis, who was a good girl since she was a child, feel a little bit of stimulation, a feeling she had never experienced before.

When Tang saw that the other party came alone, he was also taken aback. Is this a gift from a thousand miles away? Of course, you can't think like this, Tang Dao also longs for love.

That night, he put Kandis to sleep. Anyway, he figured it out. Her father is powerful enough, so he must find someone who is right for him.

Feelings can never be fair, Tang Dao may be able to find an ugly duckling for love, but why can't he find Bai Fumei?

How about adding bricks and tiles to your own business?

Moreover, this Bai Fumei is really beautiful, and Kandis is the most suitable.

"Your back is warmer than anywhere else." Kandis rubbed her face, and said with a smile, she was still wearing Tang Dao's shirt.

The clothes of this 8-meter tall man are enough for a girl of 1.6 meters to be a dress.

Tang Dao gently rubbed his face against Cantis' hand, when a sudden gust of wind blew up, rolled up the curtains behind him, and also stirred up a little bit of waves on the sea.

But this silence will always be broken, a knock on the door interrupted Tang Dao's thoughts, and the voice of the little angel sounded outside.

"You go in first."

Kandis nodded, kissed Tang Dao on the face, and walked into the bedroom. Tang Dao stood up and stretched before walking over to open the door.

Standing outside was Little Angel and Hester Theodore, their expressions were a bit serious.

"Boss, the Moscow side wants to call you~www.wuxiaspot.com~The time is after twenty minutes." Hester Theodore said.

"Is he in a hurry?" Tang Dao smiled, motioned for them to come in and said, "Yeltsin is a typical person who doesn't cry when he sees the coffin. Do you think you should forgive him first, or talk to him?"

The little angel said, "I don't think he's the kind of person who can't let him go. Otherwise, I'm afraid it's hard to say. He is a person who wants to save face. Being able to contact us proactively is already a kind of concession."

What he said made sense, and Hester Theodore nodded in agreement. After all, he is the president, and he was also the former overlord.

Tang Dao thought for a moment and nodded. Although Yeltsin is not very good, he can't make life difficult for the business. He can beat him up.

Tang Dao will send charcoal in a timely manner, and it can also add insult to injury. This has already been missed once. If Yeltsin is smart, he will know a truth.

The country's interests belong to everyone, and one's own interests belong to oneself. The former can be betrayed, but the latter will feel distressed.

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