Soviet Union 1991

Valery was sorting documents in Yanayev's office. In a few days, Yanayev would go to the Black Sea holiday villa. Before departure, he needed to keep everything in order.

"Comrade Valery, give this document to Prime Minister Pavlov and tell him that when he comes back in four days, I will convene a meeting of the Soviet Presidium on time. This document is about deepening further reforms in the Far East. Please give it to Vlad Kimil, I need him to organize an expert meeting and conduct another round of discussions to determine the most precise plan for me. Well... this document is an internal document and is not to be circulated casually. It is about... conservatives. It’s a secret, and I don’t want any third person to know the contents of this document.”

When Valery took Yanayev's document, his hand paused obviously. He raised his head and looked at the comrade General Secretary in front of him unconsciously. The other party's eyes were staring at a red-headed document. Valery noticed that Then he hurriedly covered his sight with a book and stuffed it into his desk. Then pretend to look out the window at the scenery.

Comrade Valery had a clear view of this concealed action.

He picked up the phone, dialed Genelalov's number in front of the chief of staff, and gave the order to the director of the Presidential Security Service in a low-pitched voice that could be heard by the other party, "Genelalov Comrade Husband? I am General Secretary Yanayev. Yes, I want to tell you that the time for going to the resort in Foros on the Black Sea has been changed. I won’t wait until the day after tomorrow. Yes, that’s it. You still have to go. Any objections?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously at a loss for Yanayev’s “improvisation” and quickly explained, “Wait a minute, General Secretary Yanayev, if the date is temporarily changed, it will cause a series of changes to our itinerary. I don’t think this is a good choice, especially when it comes to your identity as General Secretary... A thorough security plan must be made to ensure your departure.”

Yanayev seemed very dissatisfied with Genelalov's perfunctory performance. He suddenly raised his voice, which seemed particularly permeable in the quiet general secretary's office. Valery had seen Yanayev's angry appearance, but he had never seen him speak in this tone.

Valery remembered the last time he had such an exchange, it seemed that only the leader of the Chechen rebels Yandabiyev was hanged in Moscow without hesitation, and then sent troops to Chechnya to quell the rebellion. All the leaders present Everyone is secretive about this matter. Although he didn't know what Yanayev was preparing behind his back, he could feel the evil conspiracy brewing and fermenting.

"Ahem, Comrade Genelalov. You have to understand that I am the General Secretary who decides how to implement the plan. You only need to obey my schedule and make a careful security plan. Do you understand? I am the General Secretary of the Soviet , you are the leader of the Leaders Security Bureau, do you want to give orders to me? "

Yanayev's condemnation left Genelalov speechless. The general secretary had never spoken in this tone to the people around him. The ulterior Genelalov naturally had a bad premonition, and he even thought for a time that his conspiracy had been exposed.

"With all due respect, the mission of the Leaders Security Bureau is to nip any conspiracy against the General Secretary in the cradle..."

"But I think the enemy against the top leader is not outside, nor is it in the CIA. On the contrary, some people in Moscow are looking forward to my death. That's it. I want to see the security plan before tomorrow morning. Go to work, Ge Comrade Neralov.”

After saying that, Yanayev hung up the phone.

He raised his head and glanced at Valery, who looked surprised, and said, "Please tidy up the office, Comrade Valery. I need to go out now. If you have anything important to report, please inform me directly. If not, just wait for me." Let’s talk about it later.”

When he said this, he was as casual as eating and drinking, and he scolded the director of the Security Bureau in front of the director of the general secretary's office for not caring.

Valery nodded and watched Yanayev close the door and leave. On the surface, he was calm and composed, but in fact, his heart was already in turmoil. He secretly remembered every word he just said and did not dare to forget it.

Because Valery was Lukyanov’s last secret informant beside Yanayev.

He pretended to pack documents in the office, but his eyes kept staring at the drawer that the General Secretary had forgotten to lock. He knew that there was a document in it that might affect the life and death of the entire plan.

Valery took a deep breath and made sure no one was there before opening the drawer. His hands were shaking all the time, and he stopped several times to relax and breathe before he dared to continue groping.

The drawer was opened, and the book mixed with documents was placed on the top. Valery opened the book by mistake, and the documents were hidden between pages 207 and 208.

Valery, half-crouching in front of the General Secretary's desk, almost lost his legs. He held on to the seat and watched the horrifying news line by line.

"Comrade Vladimir, please arrange your manpower in advance. The Taman Division and the Dzerzhinsky Division have entered Moscow under martial law. On April 2, I will return to Moscow from the Foros holiday villa on the Black Sea to hold a temporary meeting. Arrests were made during the meeting Lukyanov’s party, exiled!”

The scarlet fonts are frightening to read, especially the final words of execution, which make people take a deep breath of cold air involuntarily. Not only Lukyanov was under the banner of rebellion, but Yanayev was also planning the final battle to kill them all in one fell swoop.

No wonder when Director Valery looked at Yanaev, he had a strange smile on his face, and he always felt that he was planning a secret that was not to be seen.

He used his brain to remember the time, place and key figures, and immediately stood up to report the document to Lukyanov. Valery was the last chess piece hiding beside Yanaev. It was because of his existence that Lukyanov could obtain the most critical information.

He carefully put the document back into the drawer, and quietly left the General Secretary's office after confirming that it was correct. Along the way, Valery's blood pressure rose rapidly along with his heart rate. The conspiracy and secrets almost made him dizzy. This news was too surprising. If Yanaev took a step ahead, it might be the conservative members who would be wiped out.

Valery acted absent-minded, and he didn't care when people in the corridor greeted him.

After leaving the Kremlin, Valery did not drive, but walked to the street that ran in the opposite direction of Red Square, all the way to October Revolution Street. He kept his hat lowered on the way through the busy streets, and looked back from time to time to make sure that no one was following him.

The opportunity to rewrite history is now in his hands, and also in that thin piece of paper.

This secret, I am afraid he will feel lingering fear when he thinks about it carefully for the rest of his life.

It was just a little short. If Yanayev had advanced or postponed it, the conservatives would have been unlucky.

Valery walked to the telephone booth next to the alley at the end of the street and dialed the number he had memorized in his mind. He did not dare to write down a single word on paper, fearing that the KGB agents would notice it, so he could only communicate with the memory engraved in his mind.

Time, place, and people. The three important elements of things.

"I'm looking for Comrade Lukyanov. Yes, I have something very important to discuss with him."

The hands of the people in the phone booth were shaking as they held the microphone. They seemed very dissatisfied when they heard the secretary's answer.

"What meeting? Please ask him to come to this call immediately. I don't have extra time to explain. I only have one sentence. If he doesn't come, wait for others to collect his body!"

The secretary, who realized the seriousness of the matter, did not dare to conceal it without authorization, and quickly reported the matter to Comrade Lukyanov who was in the meeting.

Lukyanov put down the work meeting report in his hand and asked impatiently, "Who called? Didn't you see that I was in the meeting?"

The secretary whispered, "The other party didn't speak, but said that there was something very important to tell you, and if you don't answer the phone now, wait..."

He frowned, impatient with the secretary's hesitation, "Waiting for what?"

"Waiting for the annihilation of the army."

The annihilation of the army? Could it be?

Lukyanov seemed to realize something and hurriedly walked towards the office!

There is no time to waste.

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