Presidential Office, White House ------
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On the other side of the globe the president Bush again played the assassination incident.
President Bush had been awake for hours. Dark circles rimmed his eyes; the aides and generals around him looked as worn as he felt. All of them were waiting on the CIA. The secure lines between Washington and the intelligence community were buzzing; every leader in the western world was watching Moscow.
The CIA chief opened the door of the president's bedroom without knocking, and shouted excitedly in disregard of etiquette, "Mr president, the latest report..."
But when he opened the door, he saw Bush pick up the phone beside the bed, staring at him with a frown, making a gesture to silence him.
Then Bush uttered the historic greeting as if chatting with an old friend, "Hello? is it Yanayev? Are you all right?"
"Good evening, George," said a young voice. "I regret to inform you either Gorbachev or Yanayev can no longer perform his duties for health reasons. From this moment I assume his responsibilities.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot to introduce myself.
I am Andrei Ivan Kornilov , now the supreme leader of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. If you don't recognize me, I'm the young, handsome fellow on the television. Try not to be jealous."
"What will you do to Mikhail? He is a friend of our Americans." Bush clenched the microphone, and even used a small threat.
"I thought that there were only interests between countries, but I didn't expect an American president would befriend the country's leader who they consider the most evil."
"Mikhail and I are good friends in private, and have nothing to do with you and the Soviet Union." Bush quibbled.
"Forget it, I don't care about your relationship with Gorbachev, but there is one thing I want to remind you Americans." Andrei's voice suddenly became serious.
"I have enough of your hypocritical ideologies. Remember the Soviet union is an evil empire and even the Empire might be in difficulties now but it's an Empire indeed. The world is at stake!
Remember Gorge if i die I'll make sure to drag you to the grave with me ."
Bush raised his head and met Brent's eyes. He lowered his head and asked, "Then what do you want?"
"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that the relationship between countries should sometimes be like a businessman doing business, only discussing interests, not ideology. When there are common interests, they should benefit from each other. Isn't it ?
But if the other party wants to frame themselves in every possible way, in addition to vodka to receive guests, the Soviet nations also has a Ak-47 rifle to treat the enemy."
Andrei told Bush vaguely that he did not want to continue the boring ideological confrontation, but if the United States continued to provoke aggressively, he would not mind turning the bipolar structure into an abyss of war .
"Okay, if there is nothing else, President Bush should go to bed early. After all, you may not have slept well all day. Good night, my new friend and may God bless the Soviet union"
Andrei hung up the phone without waiting for Bush to finish speaking.
He took a long breath, it felt like a dream to him that he just lectured the President of the United States! The most powerful person in the world! He laughed out like a madman.
"Hahaha hahaha the world is at stake! the world is at stake!"
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On Bush's side, Brent and him both looked at each other , the phone was on loud speaker and everyone heard their conversation . Their faces were pale.
"G...od bless the Soviet union?"
Bush couldn't help but to murmur again.
For deeply religious Bush senior the fact that a soviet leader can utter these words was incredible.
He said , "The coup, the emergency committee won, and our friend Gorbachev lost. Now the Soviet Union has completely slipped into the abyss beyond our control, Brent, I want to call an emergency meeting ."
Brent bowed and moved.
Outside, the Atlantic night pressed against the windows. Inside, the world that had once seemed so steady felt suddenly precarious. The Soviet Union the great pawn of decades of geopolitics had a new, unpredictable player on its throne. The president of the United States and his advisers had to decide fast how to respond.
Bush rubbed his face with his hands, and said slowly, "It seems that we are about to face a tough opponent. This will definitely be another serious disaster for the free world."
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The assassination of Yanayev sent new shocks through a political scene already seething with currents. Losing two top leaders in two days was a blow everyone, both authorities or citizens could not accept calmly.
So the emergency council decided to elect a new face to save the soviet union from the crisis.
Of course, no one would know that the gunman who attacked was the best sniper of the KGB, and he had rehearsed a dozen times for this seemingly impromptu assassination.
The injury of the supreme leader of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union gave the soldiers under martial law a reason to expel the demonstrators in an open and aboveboard manner.
When the shield policeman cleared the field, the birds and beasts immediately dispersed. As people dispersed , Yeltsin's body was secretly transported to the hospital morgue.
By afternoon, television declared that Boris Yeltsin had committed suicide, the announcement repeated on loop, accompanied by solemn denunciations of his "treachery." A handful of Yeltsin's collaborators, seeing no escape from arrest, swallowed pistols rather than face interrogation.
Some intellectuals who had once cheered Western-style democracy scoffed openly at the official version.
But they would soon discover that a "summer holiday" in the KGB Fifth Bureau's special psychiatric hospital was waiting for them.
By the morning of August 19 the world woke with dark circles under its eyes.
Especially those in the Soviet Union.
Everyone was waiting to see the new master of the Kremlin.
Ambassadors, dignitaries, Communist Party officials, and journalists from across the globe packed into Red Square.
But there wasn't much disturbance. Thirty thousand Red Guards lined the place like steel walls. Truly a sight.
Interior Minister Pugo and First Vice Chairman Baklanov came to the podium first, gave the usual feel-good speech.
Both declined to take the post of General secretary sighting their age and encourage everyone to choose someone more younger and capable.
Then finally Andrei entered the scene, dressed in a sharp suit, flanked by Yor and Natasha bodyguards with distinctly unwilling faces.
Despite their protests, he had insisted they come. After all, he wasn't about to launch his political career surrounded only by grumpy old men.
The girls wore black military uniforms, severe yet striking, the contrast only making them look more dangerous and inconveniently, more alluring.
And at the head of the procession walked the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church himself. For some the die-hard Communists actually fainted at the sight of revisionism.
Andrei drew a deep breath. Under the eyes of the world and the crackle of cameras, he stepped up to the podium and faced the sea of people.
Nearly a hundred thousand stood before him. Millions more watched through their screens. For the first time in years, he felt the weight press on his chest.
(These are all mine.)
"Citizens of Moscow, please calm down. I am the New General Secretary Of the Soviet Union, Andrei Ivan Kornilov." He spoke in a steady and powerful tone.
(The Soviet anthem swelled.)
"The Great Soviet Union has suffered much. We endured the iron hooves of the Tatars, the spears of Napoleon, the knives of the Ottomans, the bombs of the Nazi bastards.And every time, we drove them back.
My soviet, without exception, was victorious!
But today, the motherland faces a new test. Not from a foreign invader, but from a despicable and shameless traitor.. The enemies abroad watch us eagerly, praying for our fall. I promise you , every traitor will be punished. Justice will not fail!"
The Soviet March thundered as tanks rolled in, troops shouted in unison.
"""""Ura ! Ura !!!""""
"We will unite the Red Soviet! We will not retreat, we will not compromise. Behind us stands Moscow and our belief!
He snapped into a salute as the anthem's final notes hit. Rows of soldiers followed suit in one motion, their movements caught by every lens and camera.
" Down with the enemies of the people! Long live the Soviet!"
The Red Square roared back in thunderous applause welcoming a new age of war.