Soviet Union 1991

After the financial war ended, Yanayev disappeared from the Kremlin. For a long period of time, the CIA did not even receive any news about the former Soviet General Secretary. Instead, it was Comrade Vladimir who frequently appeared in front of the screen.

Everyone realizes that Vladimir becoming General Secretary of the Soviet Union is an irreversible outcome. Although the Politburo has not made any announcement, the Ministry of Defense, the army, and the Politburo have subconsciously regarded Comrade Vladimir as With the new generation of leadership group and Yanayev's quiet retirement, everyone regarded Vladimir as the latest general secretary of the Soviet.

It was not until Vladimir took office that they knew what great contributions Yanayev had made. After eight years of governance, the situation within the Soviet Union has shown a momentum of healthy development. The originally bad and rigid economic situation no longer exists, and has been replaced by a new round of rapid development.

The second is the second Odyarkov information revolution launched by the army. The sea, land, air and rocket forces have undergone complete subversive transformations, and finally formed a modern military force, coupled with the GLONASS system and Vine With the continuous improvement of the system, the Soviet aerospace industry has also ushered in an area of ​​rapid development.

The rapidly rising Far East began to shine under Yanayev's dedicated efforts. A new round of oil field development injected new vitality into this cold permafrost. Yanayev wanted to build a second economy here. The plan for the center of gravity also unfolded.

Compared with the turmoil and social unrest in Western Europe, the Soviet Union today is simply paradise.

A figure on crutches appeared in the Novodevichy Cemetery. Compared with a year ago, the figure in front of him was obviously much older. His black hair had faded away, leaving only a silver-gray Yanayev standing with difficulty. In front of a tombstone, he looked silent.

He was all too familiar with the person whose photo was covered with medals.

Marshal Otyarkov, October 30, 1917, December 9, 1998.

He died of a cerebral hemorrhage eight months ago and closed his eyes in the hospital bed. It is said that when Marshal Otyarkov left at the end, he was still smiling and looking calm. Having lived four more years than he originally had in history, Marshal Odyarkov survived until the information reform entered the mid-term and fulfilled his last wish.

Yanayev took a bottle of vodka, unscrewed the cap, and sprinkled it on his grave.

"You took the first step, and I'm almost there. The prosperous age of the Republic is as everyone wishes. A powerful and glorious red empire. Although red has not spread all over the world, in the near future, they will return to the shadow of red. Down with fear.”

Yanayev coughed, and heart and lung failure plagued his body like a nightmare. His physical condition began to decline after the operation. The only thing that kept him from falling was his firm belief.

The country has not eliminated the last risk and he cannot fall yet.

"All the obstacles I can see have been removed. At least in the first four years of Vladimir's rule, he will not encounter any obstacles internally. As for the international environment, he can only resort to tricks. .I have opened a gap for Eastern Europe, Germany in the short term Europe cannot be twisted into a rope. France, which is outside the EU, has begun to cooperate with us. Now Western Europe is in disarray. If Vladimir still fails to seize the opportunity in such a good external environment, then neither will I. You can’t force anything more.”

"Ahem."

He coughed violently and covered his mouth. The attendants from the Leader's Security Bureau beside him wanted to help the general secretary, but he refused. When he took his hand away from his mouth, it was still stained with blood. After using his thoughts to support him until now and fulfilling all his wishes, Feng Zhu's dying body finally began to collapse.

"I'm almost done, Comrade Surkov."

He tilted his head and said with a tired look to the respectful Soviet gray bishop next to him, "Maybe we can't survive 1999. Today here may be one of the few times we meet. Finally, there are some things I want to tell you. one time."

"General Secretary Yanayev..." Surkov said subconsciously, "You will be fine."

"Haha, I know my health best. Listen, this is the last thing I want to ask of you. Regarding the Soviet Union's war on the high ground of public opinion, film and television, books and culture, we must grasp the markets of these three aspects. I do not hope that after I am gone, the Soviet Propaganda Department will once again become the Ministry of Truth with a rigid system. Public opinion wars cannot be achieved by spending money; People who implement the general policy have flexible minds. It is for this reason that I separated the Soviet Propaganda Department from the system. So far, no one is more suitable to sit in this position than you. I hope you can become the next one. The first gray bishop Suslov. At least I am no longer here, and the shadow hanging over you will be slightly smaller, but the pressure will only increase."

"I will, General Secretary Yanayev."

Even though he has left office, Surkov's respect for Yanayev has only grown.

This old man changed the world completely by his own power.

He even accomplished a feat that Stalin failed to accomplish until his death.

After saying a series of words, Yanayev was a little tired. He slowly turned around and walked deep into the cemetery with a cane. The belief that he could not fall down had kept him going until now, but he was a little tired. The long road to revival was about to begin, and he, as a guide, had completed the last step.

He died without regrets.

Surkov followed the former general secretary carefully behind him. After losing his glamorous and prominent power, the only thing left was a lonely back, an ordinary man.

The birch trees planted in the cemetery began to turn into a brilliant golden color, just like the splendor of life at the last moment, ending everything in a calm way.

His mood began to calm down, and Yanayev took a deep breath. He had never thought that the grand opening would end in such a calm way. At this moment, he remembered a lot of things, the little girl he met on the Moscow River, Pavlov's eyes when he said goodbye, and Tbilisi in turmoil during the war.

"It's already autumn."

"It's about time for me to leave."

Yanayev slowly turned around and said to Surkov behind him, "Comrade Surkov."

Surkov stopped and looked at the white-haired general secretary in front of him.

"Hmm?"

Yanayev waved his hand and said with a smile, "Goodbye."