Makarov was standing at the airport, a black sedan stopped in front of him, the door had been opened, only he had not yet sat on it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Surrounded by heavy Apocalypse tanks, the Ukrainian side has worked hard for the Belarusian defense minister. Then a truck came in the direction of the tarmac, and former Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko was grabbed by the collar by soldiers, who threw him to the ground and kicked him in the face with his feet raised.

Half-crouching, Makarov smiled and said to him, "Welcome to hell, my comrade. ”

Poroshenko, whose face was covered in blood, was dragged into the car like a dog, and Makarov sat next to him, and a soldier with an Uzi submachine gun in the passenger seat watched him. Soon the car started, and Poroshenko did not know where these people were going to transport him, but an ominous premonition haunted him and could not be calmed down for a long time.

Armed soldiers can be seen patrolling along the way, and they are methodically imposing martial law on the streets and alleys of the capital, Grozny. Some of the Ukrainians who tried to resist were arrested, guarded at gunpoint in their backs and stood in a row in corners.

They are surrounded by terrifying robots with razor-sharp steel claws, and armored magnetic blasters, guarding the streets.

There were still some black gray stains on the ground, and I could barely make out the appearance of a person, who knows what this group of people had done.

The car turned left and entered a wider road. Gunfire erupted here, and giant Apocalypse tanks burst through the walls and headed for a conflict zone with smoke and explosions, which Poroshenko knew was a right-wing extremist group in Western Europe exchanging fire with Soviet troops.

Crushed without any doubt, the powerful military superiority of the Soviet army directly crushed the militants of the extremist group into flesh and blood pieces.

"Tell you there's a firefight going on ahead, sir, we're going another way." The soldier in the co-pilot said to Makarov.

Makarov nodded, so far he doesn't care what other waves the militia in Kyiv can make, all NATO troops have been withdrawn from here, they are alone and helpless.

On the telephone poles hung the corpses of the capitalists, swaying in the wind.

Turning the steering wheel to the right and driving the car into a narrow alleyway, Poroshenko finally couldn't help but ask, "Where the hell are you going to take me?" ”

"Go to a place where you should be." Makarov's smile was a little hideous when he looked at Poroshenko, and he turned his head to look back at the front, he was not worried about whether Poroshenko would escape, the communist army had completely taken over the country. Under strict militarized management, any Ukrainian resistance will be seen as war.

Moscow is even ready to leave land without people.

After a night of guerrilla warfare, the members of the Nazi right-wing organization wearing the swaskash-character symbol were finally caught by the Red Army, carried them to the corner of the wall and lined up, raised their guns with expressionless faces and fired wildly at these armed men, and in an instant they fell in pieces like harvested wheat and fell in a pool of blood.

They had only one thought in their hearts, to send these Nazis to hell.

At this time, the broadcast of loudspeakers installed everywhere attracted the attention of Poroshenko.

"Today we come together to work for the future of Ukraine, for the communist movement." The words on the radio were full of fanaticism and agitation, and the Red Army soldiers around them cheered in unison, as if to greet their great leader.

They have always believed that the liberation of the world requires the old era to pay its due price.

"What is the end result of the oppression we have suffered from the capitalists and oligarchs who have forced our people to obey him, to create value for him, and to pay a pitiful salary in return? The rich have a pyramid of money, while the poor can only live miserably in the slums. But today, we are back, it is a great return, a return that truly finds our place in the heart, and today, all of us stand up with me and fight for our liberation. Grab your guns and fight to the old times! Fight the capitalists! He fights the poverty they impose on us! ”

"Long live the proletariat!"

The tidal cheers flooded Poroshenko's ears, and his pale face seemed to have foreseen what would happen next. The car drove to the central square of Kiev, where angry citizens and martial law troops gathered, as if waiting for him to appear.

The car stopped, the doors opened, and a pair of strong hands grabbed Poroshenko by the collar and dragged him out of the car. He grabbed Poroshenko like a livestock, carried him forward on the ground, and someone around him began to fire shots into the air, turning into a carnival feast of Kalashnikov.

Makarov walked up to Poroshenko and helped him up, his eyes were cold, like a viper looking at its prey. The two soldiers next to him grabbed Poroshenko's arm and pushed him to the very middle of the central square. The cameras have long been set up, and they are waiting for the appearance of the final protagonist, Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko.

Makarov stretched out his arms and shouted to the crowd around him, "Today, let's fire the first shot at the declaration of capitalism." This person is the capitalist lackey who oppresses the people, and the wealth accumulated in his hands is even worth the total income of a country in a year. We will completely exterminate the capitalist system in Europe and usher in a communist world! ”

Poroshenko wanted to beg for mercy, but fear hung down his throat and he couldn't swallow it.

With a large-caliber Desert Eagle pistol in his hand, Makarov was ready to announce their decisiveness to the Western world in the bloodiest way possible.

Finally walked up to Poroshenko, opened the insurance and aimed it at his forehead.

"Do you have any last words to say?" Makarov asked.

"Absolutely." Poroshenko sneered, and cursed word by word at the Red Army, whose eyes were full of hatred, as well as the tall and strong political commissar, "Don't be complacent, the forces of socialism will be punished and attacked with the most severe punishment." My death is only the beginning, and you will pay a terrible price, and the NATO army will kill you all, and leave no one behind! ”

"Anything else to say?"

"Nope."

Syllable.

With a loud bang, the bullet left a clearly visible bullet hole in Poroshenko's forehead, piercing the back of his head. Makarov turned around and said to the crowd behind him, "Poroshenko is the first, but definitely not the last, our revenge has just begun!" ”

"Long live the Soviets!"