Soviet Union 1991

(Yesterday's third update, in fact, I just fell asleep on Christmas Eve. I wish all book friends a happy Christmas. Well, today is also the day when the Soviet Union officially announced its disintegration and the socialist movement entered a low ebb.)

Today, employees working in the Pentagon and the White House felt a tense atmosphere. Security personnel walking back and forth with police dogs looked serious. Just as the Soviet army had captured the east coast of the United States and was ready to land in Washington, they had to wait for the Soviet Red Army to charge with flags and shouts like the last SS honor guard guarding the Capitol.

In addition to checking the work card, everyone must open the briefcase for inspection until it is confirmed that there is no radioactive material in it before passing the security check. Some employees complained that the security facilities of the White House were a bit exaggerated, but after seeing the powerful MP5 submachine guns in the hands of the fierce-eyed guards, they still chose to shut up. Although no one wants to go to work and be examined as a Soviet spy, no one wants to try the taste of 9mm bullets.

Not only in Washington, but also in airports, train stations, and subway stations across the United States, security has been strengthened, as if the Soviets have infiltrated major cities in the United States and are preparing to detonate red mercury nuclear bombs. The nerves of the US government have reached an extreme, and those immigrants who speak with a strong Russian accent are unlucky. They are listed as key monitoring targets by the FBI and the Immigration Bureau and are subject to summons and investigation at any time. For a while, the United States has stepped into the most tense edge of war preparation since the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Unlike the tense atmosphere in the United States, Bush announced to the world that he had signed a friendly coexistence agreement with the Soviet Union, which made people in the third world feel relieved. Leaders of other countries said that this was another victory for peace. But no one paid attention to why the United States signed a friendly coexistence agreement with the Soviet Union for no reason. Of course, only a small group of senior officials who knew it well had a hard time.

The whole world was watching the actions of the two superpowers. After meeting at the negotiation table in Munich, Bush and Yanayev, the enemies, once again focused their attention on the conference table in Moscow and shook hands to make peace. Kennedy and Khrushchev also sat together to discuss the peace agreement, only the hands behind them were quietly clenching the red button.

This was Bush's first visit to the Soviet Union in 1991. The Soviet Union also gave Bush's delegation enough face. Not only did they send fighters to escort, but they also deployed a powerful armored force at Moscow International Airport. They said it was to protect the US president, but in fact it was to show off the Soviet Union's armed forces to Bush. Anyone who saw the entire armored force when getting off the plane would be scared and think that they were under house arrest by the military of another country. Brent was a little weak when he saw the scene of the steel forest when he got off the plane.

Bush, who had been dealing with the red polar bear with war, missiles, nuclear weapons and the liberation of the world for a long time, shrugged helplessly, indicating that he had become accustomed to the simple and crude thinking of the Soviet Union.

When Bush just got off the plane, he was warmly received by Yanayev. He stood beside Bush and shook hands with him in a friendly manner, allowing reporters to take photos of the top leaders of the two superpowers who had been confronting each other for more than 70 years shaking hands and making peace, indicating to the world that the meeting of peaceful coexistence would have a good start.

The camouflage green BMP infantry fighting vehicles guarding the presidential seat on both sides began to turn their tracks and moved towards the Kremlin. The low-flying Hind helicopters led the way, and the Bush car was surrounded by stars, as if the person sitting inside was the Soviet president. Of course, the Americans in the car looked different. They felt like prisoners being escorted to prison, which was uncomfortable.

Presidential adviser Brent looked at the steel behemoths escorting him with dissatisfaction. In his eyes, the infantry fighting vehicles spraying black exhaust were a symbol of backwardness and barbarism. The American war weapons equipped with high-end electronic equipment could turn these rough and ugly monsters into a pile of scrap metal at any time.

Thinking of this, Brent felt a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart. The infantry fighting vehicles around him were inferior toys, and they were only worthy of being their servants. But Brent, who felt at ease, certainly didn't know which soldiers were looking at him with hatred. If they were not loyal to the order of the supreme leader, all four 30mm machine guns would have been aimed at the Americans in the car, and then there would have been a bloody scene.

But they were communist fighters, following the highest instructions of the party organization with an indelible faith.

The presidential car drove Bush into the Kremlin. The two got off at the same time. Under the protection of layers of strict guards, Yanayev and Bush walked side by side into the gate of the Kremlin. But Bush asked in confusion, "Does the Soviet Union always use this standard to receive foreign guests?"

"Oh, not always." Yanayev paused, turned his head and said to Bush, "Decades of hostility and indoctrination of confrontation and hatred will always cultivate a group of extreme people. Maybe when I shook hands with President Bush, there was an extreme person who was ready to assassinate the US president among the guards here. I did this for your safety."

Yanaev's words were full of threats. The presidential advisers around Bush couldn't help but change their faces and looked at the Soviet president with some resentment, but because of the soldiers holding Kalashnikov rifles around them, they had to suppress the momentum of attack.

"So today let us resolve the hatred of so many years and reestablish a new order. Take your hands off the briefcase containing the nuclear bomb launchers and put your hands on the signed documents of the peace agreement."

Bush's eyelids twitched subconsciously when he heard the briefcase, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously. He really wanted to ask Yanayev whether the Soviet Union had developed a mercury-red nuclear bomb, but saying so would be equivalent to the United States showing its cowardice, and it would become even more passive at the negotiation table.

Representatives from both sides sat down in the conference room and started consultations on issues surrounding Vantaa. Bush noticed that the two entourages around Yanayev were carrying black suitcases and appeared to be prepared. This made Bush a little restless, and his attention was always diverted to the suitcase, wanting to know what was inside.

Yanayev took all Bush's performance into consideration. It was obvious that the red mercury scam had made the top leaders of the United States restless. Next, he continued to add more firewood to get Bush to compromise in the negotiations. Fortunately, Vantaa's Gain more initiative in transaction negotiation chips.

Yanayev cleared his throat and began to speak, "President Bush, I believe Matlock, the U.S. Ambassador to the Soviet Union, has already told you the terms of our negotiation. Wanta, as a notorious financial fraudster, , actually works as a high-level official of the CIA, which makes me not very trusting of the US government. But this has nothing to do with us. I want to know how much ransom the US government is willing to pay this time to save you from being sued. Insider of people’s secrets?”

Yanayev turned his head slightly and glanced at Presidential Advisor Brent beside him. After seeing the contempt in the other person's eyes, he just put on an unquestionable smile.

"Or do you actually have no intention of trading?"