Soviet Union 1991

(2nd update)

Lieutenant Card was slowly shaving his messy beard in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He had not seen modern equipment for many years and had been living a guerrilla life similar to eating raw meat and drinking blood. He hesitated for a moment after seeing the faucet valve, and then slowly turned on the switch to release the tap water.

After washing his body and wiping his face, Card could hardly believe that the haggard guy in the mirror was the heroic soldier who entered Afghanistan six years ago. He took the long-lost Soviet military uniform from Tajik, put it on, buttoned it, and put on a hat.

When Lieutenant Card came out of the bathroom, the other four teammates were also waiting for him in the corridor, waiting for him to take the military transport plane specially mobilized by the Tajik Border Air Force Base to Moscow.

Major Vasily helped him straighten his clothes, then looked around at the people around him and said slowly, "Let's go. You will face the warm cheers of the motherland later. Don't look discouraged. You are not deserters or sinners, you are great Soviet heroes, understand?"

Everyone nodded. Card actually wanted to smile, but found that he had forgotten what a smile looked like after so many years of hard labor. Major Vasily did not force him, but led the five of them to the long-awaited Il-76 transport plane and arranged for everyone to sit down. After everything was confirmed, they got off the plane.

Then they watched Major Vasily wave goodbye until the cabin door closed, isolating them in two different worlds. Major Vasily watched the plane drive to the taxiway silently on the tarmac, silently blessing these soldiers who had experienced hardships.

Card sat in his seat and closed his eyes tiredly, as if he had had a long nightmare that lasted for several years. Now he could finally get rid of the nightmare and hoped to start a new life after waking up.

There were only five exhausted Soviet prisoners in the huge cabin. They leaned their heads against the seats, listened to the roar of the plane engine, and fell asleep. When they woke up in a shaking, they found that the plane was ready to land at Moscow International Airport.

Looking out through the window, Lieutenant Card saw the apron full of welcoming people. After waiting for the Il-76 transport plane to land steadily on the apron, Lieutenant Card walked to the cabin door and waited impatiently for the plane door to open.

A slight crack at the tail of the cabin first revealed a soft light, which sprinkled into the dim space, and then the crack slowly expanded. The light kept pouring into Card's sight like a surging tide until he couldn't open his eyes. After he got used to the light outside, Card could see the cheering crowd. His mother, whom he had not seen for many years, looked at him with tears in her eyes. A middle-aged man in a black trench coat stood beside him and waved to him with a smile.

Oh, it turns out that winter has come in our motherland. How long has it been since I last saw snow? He looked at the snowflakes floating on his shoulders and said to himself.

There were guards holding guns standing nearby, and Card's first reaction was that the man standing next to his mother should be a figure above the rank of major general in the army.

"Mom!" Card dropped his luggage and ran over, opening his arms and hugging the old woman who came to meet him tightly. Card buried his head deeply in his mother's scarf, which was a familiar smell since he was a child.

"After so many years, I thought I would never see you again, my child." Kade's mother looked up and looked at Kade, who had lost a lot of weight. She stroked his cheek with her rough hands and said with great sorrow, "My God, thank President Yanaev for giving us the opportunity to reunite."

"Mr. President Yanaev? Are you saying that this operation was arranged by the President himself?" Kade said in surprise. He looked at the tall man beside him in disbelief and said, "Excuse me, are you a representative sent by the government?"

The man smiled, put his hand next to his nose, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Well, I am."

"Thanks to the help of the Party and the government, I thought we would never return to our beloved motherland. For so many years, I have always wanted to tell everyone that the people of the Ninth Company did not embarrass the Soviet army. We defended the high ground until the last person." Kade held the man's hand tightly, excited.

"Child, let it go. The war is over. I hope you and your mother will live well from now on." The man standing in front of Card patted his shoulder and said with a smile. He seemed to have an indescribable personal charm, which made Card instantly let go of his nervous emotions.

"Excuse me, what is your name?" Card hesitated for a long time before blurting it out. The mother standing next to Card patted his head and gently scolded, "How can you talk to the president, kid?"

"President?" This time it was Card's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect that the middle-aged man next to him, who looked approachable, was actually the supreme leader of the Soviet Union. And unlike Brezhnev's arrogant temperament, he didn't seem to show the authority that a leader should have.

"Your mother is right. I am the President of the Soviet Union, Yanayev."

Yanayev, who seemed to have penetrated his mind, shrugged, showing a look of helplessness, "The president was also born from a civilian, and I am no different from you. In the Soviet Union, everyone is equal, with both identity and soul." There is no distinction between high and low.”

Yanayev's casual words won applause from everyone present. Card, who was standing next to him, applauded the most intensely. This time it was not the perfunctory applause he had given to his superiors before, but from the bottom of his heart. Expressing sincere respect for the supreme leader. By all accounts, the president seemed to be the hope for the future of the Soviet Union.

Yanayev enjoyed everyone's applause with satisfaction. This was the effect he wanted. To unite the hearts of the people tightly, after the fools of Borezhnev and Gorbachev, what the Soviet Union lacks most is the power to unite the hearts of the people.

"Do you see, I am saving you, great Soviet, even those damn intellectuals don't understand and think I am a dictator, but I am indeed saving you from decline." Yanayev touched his hand The sickle and hammer medals on the chest, the heart is heavy. Through his efforts, the badge symbolizing socialism has not fallen, but the flames of revolution have become scattered and are on the verge of destruction.

Five Soviet prisoners of war lined up to receive medals awarded to them by Yanayev himself. Every time he passed by, Yanayev patted their shoulders and gave them an affectionate hug as a sign of encouragement. Finally, Yanayev stood in front of them and bowed deeply to these suffering people.

"The motherland is sorry for you. I am here to apologize to you on behalf of the government that has forgotten you."

The whole place was silent. Even the reporter didn't know how to shoot this scene. The Soviet government, which always had an image of being great and wise and never made mistakes, actually showed an unexpectedly humble image. How should they write tomorrow's report?

"The Soviet policy is not 100% correct, and we will encounter various problems in our development. But it is not terrible to have problems. What is terrible is that after making mistakes, we still try to hide them and try to cover them up. This is absolutely unacceptable to us. So, please accept our belated apology to these five forgotten soldiers. Your honor may be late, but it will never be absent.”

Yanayev's voice was steady and powerful, reaching far and wide through the loudspeaker. After a brief calm, the crowd once again burst into thunderous applause. Card was filled with tears and he looked around. colleagues glanced at him, and they also gave Yanayev the warmest applause.

"Long live the Soviets!"

“Long live socialism!”

"Long live the great!"

I don't know who among the crowd can get up. Slogans and shouts instantly fluctuated with each other, even covering up the roar of the aircraft engine. The people gathered around the Supreme General Secretary and gave them the warmest cheers.

(These chapters are a little attempt at a sensational style. I don’t want you to keep watching the show-off plot until you get tired of it. If you think it’s good, please tell me. In the future, I will continue to show the power of the Soviet Union in the story. The details of the fate of these little people in the face of the big era are added, hoping to bring different surprises to readers.)

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