USSR 1991

In just one month, Romania's political situation is changing at an incredible speed.A coup broke out in the Lukeri regime, which had almost lost everything. The original bourgeois coalition government was ousted by the army. They did not accept Voinea's invitation to form a coalition government, but moved to the east to find another stove. Relying on the military expenditures obtained by cleaning up more than 80.00% of the capitalists, plus the aid of the United States, they gained a firm foothold in the Suceava area for a while.

This is also destined to make it impossible for them to have any development. To the north is Ukraine, to the east is Moldova, to the south is the position where the Voinea Army is stationed, and Lukeri has also fallen.They are like isolated islands wrapped in the torrent, relying on a small group of troops to constantly harass the opponent's attack.

In the embattled ending, as long as Voinea agrees, the attack from Ukraine and Moldova is enough to disintegrate all resistance.

Surprisingly Voinea refused.No matter what the purpose is, he doesn't want the Soviet Union to send troops to attack and occupy this country openly. This is not the ending he wants to see.

On February 1998, 2, the massive Romanian riots gradually became silent. The smoke and the smell of gunpowder have settled down. They will soon usher in a new era. Although they paid a certain price, they belong to the Romanian people The era has dawned.Everything seems to be calming down.

Yanayev stood by the river outside the red wall of the Kremlin. The Moscow River was quiet in the morning. The bright sun of dawn had never risen, and the condensed fog on the ground had never dissipated. Little pieces of darkness and silence.

After he finished walking along the river bank, the cold street began to be crowded with people, and it was not suitable for a leisurely stroll here.It was time for him to return to the peaceful but fortified fortress and start his day's work.

He would take a walk here every morning, and not far away were fully armed bodyguards guarding the surroundings. Yanayev’s morning time was not fixed, and his innate sensitivity and vigilance made his schedule and travel irregular the law.Who knows in which darkness lurks the men sent by political enemies or rivals to put him to death.

Whenever he walks along the river bank, Yanayev will always meet a little girl in her teens here, who will raise her head, smile and nod to herself.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Good morning, Natasha."

Yanayev nodded kindly to her, and today he handed her a bottle of milk.The little girl named Natasha was sitting on the bench, holding warm milk, her little face was flushed.His blue eyes are as clean as a sunny day over Moscow.The blond hair braided into small braids exudes soft light in the morning sun.

The clothes were patched, and the shoes were torn... The family background should not be very good... Yanayev thought so, but he thought more about his granddaughter who was about the same age.

It's like... if there was no accident in 1990... Sasha would be about the same age.It's a pity that everything can't be repeated, and the power will always pay the due painful price.

"Sir, sir?"

Natasha, who was sitting beside her, tugged his sleeve, Yanayev came back to his senses, and smiled kindly.It was like seeing my niece sitting beside me.

"What's the matter? Comrade Natasha? Didn't you set up a stall to sell small toys for your father today?"

"Uh... I've been a little troubled recently..."

Yanayev froze for a moment, then asked softly, "What happened? Can I help you?"

Natasha rubbed the patch on her cuff with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Well... I am friends with Mr., right?"

Yanayev froze for a moment, he didn't expect the little girl to ask such a question, so he nodded and said, "Yes, we are good friends."

"Can you help me, sir? My father was recently blackmailed by two policemen. He was very distressed and lost all his money. Our family was struggling to survive, and it was all dependent on my father to set up a stall alone. There are also some particularly vicious The bad guys, and asked Dad to pay, otherwise he would not be allowed to do business there. No way, he had to agree to the request of these bad guys. These people are really too good, doesn’t it mean that we have eliminated exploitation?”

How could the little girl understand this, she poured out her troubles to this "good friend".

Yanayev took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the lenses. Hearing what she said, his movements stopped, and his surprised expression was fleeting. Finally, he said calmly, "And this kind of thing?"

"Yes, my father said that if we have no money, we will be bullied. But this is different from what the previous government promised. They all said this on TV, and they will give us a rich and fair society."

What came down randomly was a short silence.

Natasha pointed to the oval spire of the Kremlin, raised her head and pouted and said, "Sir, I heard that the owner of this palace is the most powerful king in this country, and everyone should listen to him. Do you know him?" ?”

He scratched his head helplessly, "I guess I know you..."

"Then..." the little girl asked timidly, "Can you ask him to help our family?"

Yanayev thought about it seriously, and finally agreed to her, "It should be no problem, I just met him. And he is also very talkative, but you have to wait a few days."

Natasha raised her smiling face, and she said seriously, "Then you have to keep your word..."

Yanayev blinked, "Of course, we are good friends... Shouldn't good friends help each other?"

"It's getting late, I should go, goodbye, sir."

"Well, goodbye Natasha."

After Natasha disappeared from sight, the smile on Yanayev's face also slowly converged, and finally converged into a face without any expression.He stood up and stretched himself, ready to start a new busy day.Still as busy as before, politics, diplomacy, internal affairs, everything is on his shoulders.

The sunlight reflected on his face, carving the profile into golden yellow.

He frowned, as if thinking about something.

Internal Affairs Minister Pugo, who was about to retreat to the second line and prepare to enjoy his old age, suddenly received a call from Yanayev to visit the General Secretary's office.

Pugo told me that he was a little curious. He had already been out of power for a long time, and the general secretary suddenly chose to chat with him at this time. There must be something wrong.

"Sit down, Comrade Pugo." Yanayev said with a smile.

Pugo sat down a little uneasy, and when he saw Yanayev's smiling expression, he realized something was wrong.That look and smile only came when he was about to commit some kind of intrigue.I thought he was lucky to be the first to quit the leadership team, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Comrade Pugo, I remember that you will retire from the position of Minister of the Interior in March next year, right?"

Yanayev asked casually.

Pugo replied with trepidation, "Yes, General Secretary Yanayev. Now we are old people who have retired to the second line. New comrades want to go up. We can't just stand there and stay there."

Yanayev said, "Well, I think so too. But there is one thing that bothers me very much now. I would like to ask Minister Pugo to help solve it."

"Huh? I don't know if the general secretary has any problems and needs my help?"

Pugo has an ominous premonition that the matter that Yanayev is asking to solve is probably extremely difficult, right?

Yanayev slowly rolled a cigarette. This plan had been planned in his mind for more than a day or two. Once it was implemented, it would cause quite a shock.But for the future of Moscow, it is time for the conservatives to step down from their positions and give up the vacated positions to newcomers.

There are also those moths who are mixed in the ranks of the people's public servants. Although they have not become a serious problem, this group of people cannot continue to hide in the ranks of the people.

For the handover of the new team, a certain price needs to be paid.

In the cloud-filled office, Yanayev told Pugo a short story.

"Well, I heard a very interesting story this morning. Two policemen in Moscow were bullying a small businessman. The family situation of this small businessman is really not good. You know that some workers in the previous reform shocks were not able to After being resettled, we have failed our duties. After losing their stable jobs, they can only live by setting up stalls and selling some small items, but some policemen in Moscow and some local gangsters are exploiting them. They go on living...the merchants have no profit and their whole family will starve while those people rely on privilege and power to get paid without doing any labor. It's not fair. Same with those blood sucking moth oligarchs in Eastern Europe There is no difference."

If it were told by ordinary people, it would indeed be a story.

But speaking from Yanayev's mouth, it has a strong political meaning.

Pugo felt the burning anxiety.

The general secretary said to himself, "Perhaps there have been some deviations in our reforms, but the idea of ​​adhering to equality and prosperity will not change. No matter how long it has passed, we should keep in mind that an important aspect of socialism The task is to eliminate exploitation, and to eliminate polarization."

He sighed deeply, as if he hated iron and steel, "How many years have passed...the exploitation is back...Moscow feels a headache."

Pugo's face was already pale, he stumbled and said, "General Secretary Yanayev...what do you want..."

Yanayev pushed his glasses, looking normal.

A short and powerful sentence made Pugo afraid to speak.