Soviet Union 1991

Lukashenko has become Yanaev's latest insurance, replacing Comrade Pavlov who is about to retire. Obviously Pavlov has realized that he will become the luckiest traitor in Moscow. Although he is charged with the crime of the conservative coup, he still walks to the end of his career safely.

He has never felt so relaxed, as if he has unloaded the burden of his whole body, which makes his shoulders relax. Everything has been packed up by his secretary. All he has to do is to take off the suit quietly and no longer need to run back and forth between the Kremlin and the Soviet Parliament Building.

He picked up the photo on the table. It was a photo taken in 1991. The August 19th coup had just passed. The situation in the country had not yet completely stabilized. The relationship between the Soviet Union and the member states was tense, and civil war could break out at any time. Yanaev left the last "posthumous photo" with his group, claiming that if he failed, at least the world would remember that someone had fought for this great country when seeing this photo.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Yanayev almost single-handedly dealt with the leaders of the three Baltic countries, and then threatened all the Eastern European countries with Big Ivan. The unyielding Chechnya went to war, but was beaten by the invincible Red Army.

When everyone thought they could step on the Soviet Union, Yanayev slapped everyone in the face. Until they dared not speak.

"Are you ready for a drink?"

Following the direction of the voice, Pavlov turned around and saw Yanayev walking in front of him with a bottle of vodka and two glasses in his other hand.

"It's been a long time since I had a happy drink. Perhaps Comrade Pavlov wouldn't mind having a last sip before parting on the last day of work?"

"No problem."

Pavlov took the glass with a smile, filled it with vodka, and said while holding the glass, "How long have we not had a drink like this? The last time was when I celebrated my son's birthday in 1991, right?"

Yanayev nodded and sat down on the sofa, "Yes, the last time was almost eight years ago. After I finish this year, we should have a good drink together, otherwise I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future."

Pavlov stared at the vodka in the glass and said slowly, "You are showing the Lukashenko card at this time, is it also to make transitional plans for Vladimir?"

Pavlov's glass gently bumped against Yanayev's, and both of them smiled knowingly. According to seniority, Lukashenko should be ahead of Comrade Vladimir. Even if he is the successor, he should be the first heir. It's just that Pavlov knew that some secrets Yanayev didn't say out loud. As for the reason, he thought that if the other party didn't speak, he would never know.

However, Yanayev still satisfied Pavlov's curiosity.

"Lukashenko is just a caretaker of the old era. Although he is indeed a perfect successor according to the ranking, he can't give the future of Soviet reform. If our system, which was established in the Stalin era, has not become rigid, then I will choose him. It's a pity that I don't need people who follow the rules. Of course, I also feel sorry that Comrade Lukashenko was born at the wrong time."

Yanayev took a sip of wine, and the sweetness of vodka still echoed in his mouth. The reverse elimination of leaders is indeed a headache for him. Even if he carefully arranges a series of back roads, he is not sure about the uncertain variables in the future.

As long as this country that countless Communists have fought for is not collapsed, it will be the best outcome.

"So will Comrade Vladimir take action in the future? After all, according to his opinion, most of the people in the Politburo are old guys who are out of touch with the times. Although they support economic reform, they are just a decoration to get rid of political problems. Maybe the army can be lenient. After all, they need old veterans like Akhromeyev to sit in the ranks, but they are just sitting in the ranks. Just like the 'Second Ogarkov Reform' of the 58th Army, Akhromeyev can only be regarded as the nominal coordination of the army. In fact, some details have been handed over to other people, right?"

The young generation that has sprung up in the army like mushrooms after rain, leading the trust of information reform, will become the mainstream of this era. And those predecessors who have experienced World War II and made outstanding contributions will eventually become obstacles to reform and eventually become enemies of the old era.

Pavlov held a glass of wine and finally realized that he was not the last person to be retired. In the future, more and more old veterans in the Politburo will be retired with such or other requirements. They are no longer in line with the interests of this era.

When Yanaev gradually fades out of politics, more old people will leave with him, and the people of the old era will eventually end with the old era. Retirement is the best outcome, which is much better than the conservatives who are ambitious to overthrow Yanaev's regime. They may spend the rest of their lives in the silence of sailors.

"Yes."

Yanaev did not shy away from answering very straightforwardly, "We are all old people of this era, and we have taken the last step for the future of the motherland. Don't sit in this position and continue to block the rise of young people. Comrade Vladimir, Surkov, and the next series of young people will take over this country from us."

Yanayev pointed at him and then at himself.

"The world is ours, but it belongs to their group after all. Old people who are not in line with the interests of the times should not stand in the way of young people. Except for a few symbolic people, the others should withdraw from here."

A casual sentence determined the future of countless people. No one could stop Yanaev from doing what he wanted to do.

Yanayev seemed to have thought of something and said to Pavlov beside him, "By the way, before I leave office, I will give a few small gifts to Eastern Europe and the world."

"One of them is the wish that Comrade Pavlov has always wanted to fulfill."

Pavlov took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "Are you talking about...?"

Yanayev pushed his glasses and said slowly, "Yes, it is the all-round economic cooperation plan. It's time to show it to the leaders of other countries. I just don't know how they will accept it."