Soviet Union 1991

December in Ukraine is much colder than I imagined.

Someone was invited all the way from Bolivia to this frozen land, and the only ones who could find Victor's whereabouts were KGB agents. Especially when his expansion of arms trade in Southeast Asia angered the CIA's Southeast Asia director, Victor, who almost kept his mouth shut forever, was thrown to South America by the KGB to wait for a period of time.

But he knew very well that what he said was waiting was actually being kept in cold storage indefinitely. The underground arms trading market in the Soviet Union has become saturated. Except for a few war zones with local conflicts, there is no place that can accommodate more arms transactions. In other words, he is useless.

While living a comfortable and comfortable life in South America with a huge sum of money, he still did not forget to pay attention to the situation in Europe. Especially when Victor senses that Yanayev is plotting something.

Turkish coup, Romanian riots, German civil war.

If you put all the clues together, they are inextricably linked to the Moscow government behind it.

However, before he could complete his conjecture, the door to the room was knocked open. A group of masked gangsters rushed into the room and pushed him to the ground. A needle was stuck in his neck, and the cool liquid in the syringe was injected into the room. into the blood vessels.

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely heard someone speaking Russian in his ear.

When he woke up again, he found himself sitting on an Il-76 special plane with the head of the KGB beside him.

Although he had a headache, Victor, who had clear thinking, understood what was going on in an instant.

"Does the motherland need me?"

As a hypocritical businessman, it is really embarrassing to say such righteous words.

The other person's answer was very brief.

"You go to Odessa and meet with General Dimich."

He breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he didn't have to die after all.

The reason why Victor Bute was able to sit at the dining table in Odessa and have breakfast with his uncle, General Dimich, instead of hiding from the CIA in Bolivia or Argentina, was because Yanayev’s Kremlin brass The support behind him. When the wave of arms sales from 1991 to 1993 passed, Moscow no longer needed freelancers like Victor, although Victor had always proudly claimed that it was precisely because of the existence of people like them that That was why the Soviet Union’s huge arsenal, tank parts and ammunition were not allowed to line the pockets of intermediary arms dealers at extremely low prices. When East and West Germany merged in 1989, the price of a BMP infantry fighting vehicle or T72 tank in the Soviet Union was US$10! The Federal Republic of Germany, which accepted the East German armed forces, sold it to Poland for a symbolic price of 1 US dollar.

Dimich has not had a very good life in recent years. The former hero of the Soviet Union in Ukraine is now relying on his nephew Victor to survive. Otherwise, he would have been sent to Siberia to dig coal during Yanayev's army purge. After Mingsheng secretly entered the head of Ukraine's munitions department, it only provided a convenient door for Victor to sell off Yanayev's huge arsenal.

Dimic took a hard sip of wine.

"What? Don't you welcome my arrival? Uncle Dimic?"

Victor asked with a smile. It had been a long time since he had seen Dimic. This time he came to Odessa not just to catch up with him.

Dimic shook his head, "Yuri, my nephew, you will never come to me to discuss establishing a Coca-Cola investment company in Ukraine, but for other things such as my poor connections in the army. Expect me to open The door to Ukraine? Maybe you are still disappointed. The Soviet Union is no longer in the chaotic state of the early 1990s. Everything is in order under the high-pressure leadership of General Secretary Yanayev. Now you come here to seek answers. , wrong.”

Victor said nothing and filled the glass in front of him with pure white liquid. As an alcoholic Russian nation, they always keep vodka in their hands.

"Dimic, my uncle, you are old."

Victor spoke at this time and continued to talk to himself, "The old man can no longer see the situation clearly. My return is not just that I want to come back, but that someone asked me to come back. To be honest, I miss the time when I was there When Ukraine was selling Kalashnikov and military helicopters, there was no Interpol or any other country’s intelligence agencies that came to trouble me, because the person standing behind me was the most powerful man in the entire Soviet Union.”

Dimic was silent. Victor's persistence in wealth was in sharp contrast with his caution about power.

"Thank you for all these years, Uncle Dimich."

Victor raised his wine glass high, "However, a new era has arrived. If you cannot change your mind in time, you will be destined to be eliminated. My Uncle Dimich, I did not leave South America and return to the Soviet Union just to catch up with you. . Because that person needs me now.”

With a clang, the glass fell to the marble floor and broke into pieces.

Victor admired his uncle's shocked expression with great satisfaction. He couldn't believe that his nephew's return was actually a call from Moscow.

Victor leaned back on his seat, picked up the Cuban cigar in his hand, and said seriously, "Didn't the recent situation in Europe arouse the vigilance of Ukraine? You are the first line of defense against NATO expansion. Alcohol is numbing your thinking. A life of ease corrupts your will."

"Is there any new movement in Moscow?"

Dimic narrowed his eyes. He had been away from the core of politics for too long, and his thinking was far less than before.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, Moscow is brewing a grand conspiracy. I don't know when General Secretary Yanayev started to lay out, but so far, the conspiracy has gradually emerged. If I'm not mistaken, some other freelancers like me may have returned to the Soviet Union and wait for the next instructions."

If Victor bets wrong, he will flee this blizzard country forever, and swear to God that he will never look at the hammering sign.

"My nephew, what are you going to do?"

The tired Dimitch no longer has the energy to continue to be involved in this political vortex.

Before Victor spoke, a voice replaced his answer.

"What else can he do? Of course, he should follow the supreme will of the great Soviet Union. Do you want to betray the leader behind the scenes?"

Following the direction of the voice, Victor saw the guy he least wanted to see.

"I'm just a businessman, fulfilling my responsibilities, unlike you."

Looking at the young man approaching him, Dimitch was confused. The person who can pass through layers of guards and walk into this room is definitely not an ordinary Ukrainian bureaucrat.

The nephew beside him had already stood up.

Victor narrowed his eyes and replied with a smile, "Long time no see, Comrade Chemezov, the ruler of the Soviet arsenal." (To be continued.)