The August 19 incident can be said to have injected a stimulant into the heads of government of Western countries, and those heads of government who were originally preparing to go on vacation, the presidents of the countries canceled their vacations one after another, closely followed every move of the Soviet Union, and the staff kept shuttling between the president's office and the intelligence building, handing over first-hand information from Moscow.

At this time, everyone's hearts were full of excitement, they wanted to see the red empire that had oppressed them for more than 60 years quietly collapse in the coup, so that this coup d'état was the last straw for the collapse of the Soviet Union. These capitalists, who regarded communism as a beast of prey, were viciously cursing the top leaders of the CPSU to the gallows.

Just when they thought Moscow was in a state of treachery, everything was quietly settled. Yanayev held the power of the top leadership of the Soviet Union, and Yeltsin and his supporters lost badly in Moscow. The swaying grass has moved closer to the emergency committee, but it has only ushered in the unanimous eyes of the higher-ups. They may not know that an even greater political purge awaits them in the future, and that life or death will be left to their fate.

The bell of the Moscow Clock Tower struck eleven times heavily, and it was still a sunset afternoon in the United States. In Kennebon's Potter Villa in Maine, an old man was sitting at the phone, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring, while his wife stood beside him, patting the old man on the shoulder to comfort him and relax.

The old man was not relaxed, he was the current president of the United States, George W. Bush, and next to him was the first lady, Barbara. At this time, Bush was resting in the presidential vacation villa, but he was anxious all day long by the news of the emergency coup d'état in the Soviet Union.

Standing next to Bush is an old man who has bowed his head, and he is the US National Security Adviser, Brent Scowcroft. It was through him that the news of the coup d'état in the Soviet Union was transmitted to Bush, who was still on vacation. At this time, he was also responsible for being the microphone between the intelligence services and the president, reporting the latest news to Bush.

"Brent, is there any latest data from the National Intelligence Council?" Bush frowned and asked, "Based on the latest intelligence, it seems that things are going in a direction that we did not expect." Damn it! ”

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, that the National Intelligence Council is currently analyzing all the credible information at the moment, and presumably they will give you the best conclusion tonight." Brent said respectfully.

"It looks like the intelligence services are having another sleepless night tonight." Bush laughed dryly and blurted out his inner thoughts, "I hope that the development of events on the Soviet side will go in our direction, after all, we have spent so much effort to turn against Mikhail and make him a lackey of the Western free world, and I don't want the previous president and my hard work to go to waste." The joy of letting the enemy that his country has been on guard for decades fall in his own hands is immeasurable. ”

Bush called Gorbachev a lackey on this private occasion, which shows that he did not really care about this old friend, and at most regarded him as a key pawn in the decline of the Soviet Union. In fact, the West never wanted to deal with a group of Siberian barbarians. In particular, they have always been able to breathe the oppression of the West.

"Honey, everything will be fine." Barbara sat down and hugged Bush's head and said softly. Bush just chuckled and did not speak, he was waiting for the final conclusion of the intelligence services, or Mikhail himself calling his side of the villa.

Brent exited the room, ready to wait for the intelligence committee to call in front of the phone, and just as he reached the hallway, suddenly a panting intelligence officer appeared around the corner, and he ran back and raised a blank piece of paper in his hand.

"Quick, to Your Excellency, the results of the Intelligence Committee."

Before he could finish speaking, Brent snatched the piece of paper, did not knock on the door, opened the door of the president's bedroom, and shouted in spite of the etiquette excitement, "Your Excellency, the latest conclusion from the intelligence committee has arrived." ”

However, when he opened the door, he saw Bush picking up the bedside phone, staring at him with a frown, and making a gesture to silence him. Then, as if he were having a family affair with an old friend, Bush uttered the historic greeting, "Thank God, Mikhail, is your friend my friend?" You okay? ”

However, the answer on the other side of the phone made George Bush's heart cold for a moment, and it was not Gorbachev who picked up the phone, but Yanayev, the top leader of the Emergency Committee from the Kremlin office.

"Excuse me, my friend George. President Mikhail Gorbachev is no longer able to perform his duties as president due to health reasons, and I will take over all his duties from now on. Oh yes, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am the former Vice President of the Soviet Union and now the Supreme Leader of the CPSU, Yanayev. ”

"What have you done to Mikhail? He was a friend of us Americans. Bush tightened his grip on the microphone and even used a small threat to warn Yanayev.

However, Bush forgot that Yanayev was not a character who was afraid of being soft and afraid of hard, and he never ate this set, and said directly with disdain, "I thought that there were only interests between countries, but I did not expect that the Americans, who have always been known for betraying their friends, would actually make friends with the countries they consider the most evil." ”

"Mikhail and I are good friends in private, and have nothing to do with you and the USSR." Bush quibbled.

"Forget it, I don't care what you have to do with Gorbachev, but there is one thing I want to remind you Americans of." Yanayev's voice suddenly became serious, and he said coldly, "So please put away your disgusting, hypocritical democratic and liberal faction, the Soviet Union is indeed facing great difficulties, but it does not need to be completely Westernized to preserve its future." You hypocritical vampires really think that no one in the Kremlin can see through your tricks? Even children know that 'it must be a fool for the enemy to praise what he has done.'" Gorbachev is a fool, that's why you call him his best friend, and indeed, there is nothing worse for us than to dismantle a vast empire with our own hands. ”

Bush looked up and just met Brent's eye, and he lowered his head and asked, "So what do you want?" ”

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that relations between countries should sometimes be like a businessman doing business, talking only about interests, not ideology. When there are common interests, we should benefit from each other, right? But if the other side tries in every possible way to frame itself, the Slavic people, in addition to vodka to receive guests, also have Kalashnikov rifles to treat the enemy. ”

Yanayev obscurively told Bush that he did not want to continue the boring ideological confrontation, but if the United States continued its brutal provocations, he would not mind turning the bipolar pattern into an abyss of war.

"Well, if there's nothing to do, President Bush should rest early. After all, you probably haven't had much sleep all day, good night, my new friend. Yanayev hung up the phone without waiting for Bush to finish speaking, and took a long breath. It feels so good to vent all the resentment in my heart.

On Bush's side, Brent and he both looked at each other, and Brent didn't understand what was going on. Bush directly opened his mouth and explained to him, "The coup d'état, the Emergency Committee won, our friend Gorbachev lost." Now that the Soviet Union has completely slipped into an abyss beyond our control, Brent, I have to convene an emergency meeting. ”

Brent was stunned, and stood in place as if struck by lightning, only then did he slowly look at the piece of paper in his hand, and saw that it was written a concise summary of the Intelligence Bureau, which echoed the ending of the call.

The probability of a successful coup d'état by the Emergency Council is 65 percent. Forty-five percent chance of failure.

Bush rubbed his face with his hands and said slowly, "It seems that we are about to face a Stalinist opponent, and this will definitely be another heavy disaster for the free world." ”

(I didn't change the signing status yesterday, and it is estimated that it will be changed next Monday)