After the end of the financial war, Yanayev disappeared from the Kremlin. For quite some time www.biquge.info the CIA did not even receive any news about the former Soviet General Secretary, but instead Comrade Vladimir, who frequently appeared in front of the screen.

Everyone realized that Vladimir's becoming the general secretary of the Soviet was already an irreversible end, and although the Politburo did not make any announcements, the Ministry of Defense, the army, and the Politburo had already subtly regarded Comrade Vladimir as a new generation of leadership groups, coupled with Yanayev's quiet retirement, everyone regarded Vladimir as the latest general secretary of the Soviets.

It was only after Vladimir took office that they learned what great contribution Yanayev had made. After eight years in office, the situation in the Soviet Union has shown a momentum of benign development, and the original terrible and rigid economic situation no longer exists, and has been replaced by a new round of rapid development.

The second is the second Ogarkov information revolution set off by the army, the navy, land, air force and rocket forces have carried out a completely subversive transformation, and finally formed a modern army force, coupled with the successive improvement of the GLONASS system and the vine system, the Soviet Union's aerospace industry has also ushered in a region of development.

The powerful Far East began to flourish under Yanayev's single-minded construction, and a new round of oil development injected new life into this cold frozen soil, and Yanayev's plan to create a second economic center of gravity here was also launched.

Compared to the scorched and social unrest of Western Europe, the current Soviet Union is simply paradise.

A figure on crutches appeared in the Novodevichy Cemetery, and compared with a year ago, the figure in front of him was obviously much older, and his black hair had faded, leaving only a silver-gray Yanayev standing in front of a tombstone, his expression silent.

The people with medals on the photos are all too familiar to him.

Marshal Ojalkov, 30 October 1917 - 9 December 1998.

Eight months ago, he died of a cerebral hemorrhage, closed his eyes in his hospital bed, and it is said that Marshal Ogarkov was still smiling and calm when he finally left. Having lived four years longer than in his original history, Marshal Ogarkov held out until the middle of the information reform and fulfilled his last wish.

Yanayev took a bottle of vodka, unscrewed the lid and sprinkled it on his grave.

"You went first, and I'm pretty much there. This republic is prosperous, as everyone wishes. A strong and glorious red empire, though red has not spread all over the universe, but in the near future, they will fear again under the shadow of red. ”

Yanayev coughed, heart and lung failure wrapped around his body like a nightmare, and his physical condition began to deteriorate after the operation, and the only thing that supported him from falling was his unwavering faith.

The country has not yet eliminated the last risk, he cannot fall yet.

"All the obstacles I can see have been removed, at least for the first four years of Vladimir's rule, he will not encounter any internal obstacles, and as for the international environment, it will only be a trick. I have opened a gap for Eastern Europe, and Germany will not be able to twist Europe into a rope anytime soon. France, which is outside the influence of the European Union, has already begun to cooperate with us, and Western Europe is now a mess. If Vladimir still fails to seize the opportunity in such a good external environment, then I can't force anything more. ”

"Ahem."

The fierce cough made him cover his mouth, and the entourage of the leader and security bureau around him wanted to come over to support the general secretary, but he refused, and when his hand was taken away from his mouth, it was still stained with blood. After supporting it with his mind until now, and after fulfilling all his wishes, the body of the wind candle in his last years finally began to collapse.

"I'm almost dead, Comrade Surkov."

He tilted his head and said to the respectful Soviet gray cardinal beside him with a tired expression, "Maybe it won't last until 1999, but here today may be one of the few times we have met, and finally there are some things I want to explain to you." ”

"General Secretary Yanayev......" Surkov said subconsciously, "you'll be fine." ”

"Hehe, I know best how my body is, listen, this is the last thing I ask you, about the Soviet Union's war on the high ground of public opinion, film and television, books and culture, these three aspects of the market must be grasped well, I don't want me to be gone, the Soviet Propaganda Department will become the rigid system of the Ministry of Truth again. The war of public opinion does not cost money to achieve its goal, but also requires the flexible minds of those who carry out the general policy, and it is for this reason that I separated the Soviet Propaganda Department from the system. No one is better suited to sit in this position than you so far. I hope you will be the next Grey Cardinal Suslov. At least I'm gone, and the shadow hanging over you will be a little smaller, but the pressure will only increase. ”

"I will, General Secretary Yanayev."

Even after he left office, Surkov's respect for Yanayev has only increased.

This old man completely relied on the power of one person to change the pattern of the world.

He accomplished feats that Stalin did not accomplish even before his death.

After saying a series of words, Yanayev got a little tired, and he slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the cemetery on crutches. The belief that he could not fall has persisted until now, but he is a little tired, the long road to revival is about to begin, and he, as the guide, has completed the last step.

Die without regrets.

Surkov carefully followed the previous general secretary behind him, and after fading away from the glamorous and illustrious power, the only thing left of him was a lonely back, an ordinary man.

The birch trees planted in the cemetery began to turn into a brilliant golden yellow, like the splendor of life to the last moment, and in a calm way, it all ended.

The mood began to calm down, and Yanayev took a deep breath. He never imagined that the vigorous opening would end in such a calm way. At this moment, he remembered many things, the little girl he had met on the banks of the Moscow River, the look in Pavlov's eyes when he said goodbye, and Tbilisi, which was in turmoil in the midst of war.

"It's already autumn."

"I'm almost supposed to go."

Yanayev slowly turned around and said to Surkov behind him, "Comrade Surkov. ”

Surkov stopped and looked at the gray-haired general secretary in front of him.

"Huh?"

Yanayev waved his hand and said with a smile, "Goodbye." ”