(The second update, the third update will be put later)

A red-headed document issued in early September 1991 gave all Soviet government officials a vague hint of the danger of imminent upheaval, whether it was a high-ranking elite or an obscure rank-and-file official. This document talks about the need to strengthen the advanced nature and purity of the ranks of party members. The old foxes, who have a wealth of political experience, know at a glance that there may be a fierce upheaval behind this document.

Thinking of Yanayev's previous easy way to clean up his political enemies and uproot those supporters, a chilling thought comes to many people's minds, the Great Purge.

Yanayev was like the guardian of the Soviets, pulling out the opportunists and corrupt people who were parasitic on the Red Empire one by one, and then throwing them into the courts to await the verdict of justice. If he could, he really wanted to come up with an Inquisition-style heresy ruling and burn the group at the stake in Campo de' Fiori.

Pavlov, the secretary of the Smolensk Municipal Party Committee, was one of the first high-ranking officials to see that something was wrong, so he has been plotting to flee to the Western world after Yanayev published this red-headed document. Even in the second half of the Brezhnev era, when economic difficulties were caused by low production efficiency, the top leaders of Smolensk did not generously distribute supplies to those people, but hoarded and lavishly collected money. Therefore, the secretary of the municipal party committee has a joking saying that "the moth of the hero city" is passed on by word of mouth.

Secretary Paplov controlled the distribution of goods and local privileges in Smolensk, and along with Gorbachev's democratization campaign, he subtly transferred popular dissatisfaction with the bureaucracy to the system, vigorously promoted the importance of democracy and freedom, and prepared for his own plundering of state property.

"I'm afraid it's going to be a big upheaval." Pavlov, who went to the airport, sighed, and his secretary put his luggage in the trunk, ready to take the secretary of the Smolensk municipal party committee to the airport.

He had already secretly transferred the collected stolen money abroad, and then went to Western Europe to apply for political asylum under the banner of overseas investigation, and the Gorbachev period relaxed the policy of the Soviet people going abroad, so Pavlov had the opportunity to escape.

"We must get out of a country that has damned, no human rights." Pavlov secretly thought that when he cursed the Soviet Union as a dictatorship and tyranny that suppressed human rights, he forgot that he was a government official elected by the people.

"Secretary Paplov, we can go, everything is ready." The young secretary pushed his glasses and said to Pavlov, as the secretary in charge of Pavlov's daily work, Ihalmiki, this young man from Odessa has become Paplov's henchman in just half a year, giving him advice to defeat his political opponents, and also becoming a grasshopper on a rope of Pavlov.

Pavlov turned his head and took one last look at the villa that had been with him for five years, then reluctantly opened the car door and let the driver carry him in the direction of the airport. Before leaving, he suddenly had a strange thought, did he never have a chance to return here in this life, and he was going to spend time in a foreign country?

Pavlov, who was in a somewhat dull mood, no longer thought about these troubles, and was about to divert his attention, he called out to Ikhalmiki, "Ikhalmiki, what are your plans for the future, where are you going to stay?" ”

"Me?" Hearing the secretary's question, Ihalmiki thought for a moment and said, "Probably I will buy a white house by the Seine River in Paris, and drink coffee and read on the balcony when I have free time." And then I'll come back when the country is truly democratic and free. ”

"Hehe, that's an interesting idea." "I'm not like you, I want to use the money I have saved to open a public company in the United States and continue to create wealth," Pavlov said. After all, when I was a child, I longed for the life of a rich person in Europe and the United States. Speaking of his ideals, Pavlov's eyes showed a greedy look for wealth.

"Comrade Ihalmiki, I'm a little sleepy now, take a rest before you get to the airport, and you can wake me up when the time comes." Ihalmiki, who had been frightened by the red-headed documents for the past two days and had not slept soundly, yawned, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and slowly merged his upper and lower eyelids into one.

"Okay, I promise you'll have a big surprise when you wake up." Looking at Pavlov as he fell asleep, Ihalmiki said with a smile in his eyes as cunning as a fox looking at his prey.

......In a daze, Paplov didn't know what Ihalmiki was talking about, he just hoped to end this Soviet nightmare as soon as possible, and it was best to wake up to stand on the land of American democracy and freedom, enjoying the warm sunshine of California.

I don't know how long it took, Paplov's shoulder was shaken a few times, he struggled to wake up from the dream of Miami beach and sun, opened his eyes and asked in a daze, "Ihalmiki, are we at the airport?" ”

"Pavlov, we didn't get to the airport." Ihalmiki's secretary's voice was a little cold, especially when he heard him call his name and realized that something was wrong, Pavlov, who quickly opened his eyes and tried to struggle to get up, but saw a picture that he didn't want to see.

Ikhalmiki pointed a pistol at Pavlov in the passenger seat, and Pavlov turned his head and saw KGB agents standing outside the window, all of whom looked at the poor secretary of the Smolensk municipal party committee with the same cold expression as Ikhalmiki. Pavlov, who finally understood what was going on, clenched his fists.

"You betrayed me? Ihalmiki. Pavlov bit his lip tightly, controlling his emotions.

"Betrayal? You think too much, Comrade Pavlov. In fact, I didn't think about allegiance to you from the beginning. Ihalmiki looked at Paplov like staring at a poor helpless lamb, "In fact, I have been a KGB agent sent by the central government to collect evidence of your crimes, oh, don't be surprised, you are not the only one who has been taken care of by General Secretary Yanayev, and the leaders of party and government organs in many important cities have been personally named and taken care of by the General Secretary, haven't you inquired about the recent changes in many city-level and state-level leaders?" So you don't have to be frustrated. ”

"How is that possible?" Pavlov's eyes widened, "Yanayev only took the position of supreme leader this month, and you came to me eight months ago. ”

"Can I tell you that this project actually started a year ago?" Ihalmiki looked at the panicked Pavlov with interest, "Of course, the general secretary also takes into account the need to maintain the positive image of the Soviets, so what about you corrupt elements, the amount is small, the circumstances are not serious, and you are willing to take the initiative to expose others, you can be extra gracious, but you are relieved of your duties." Of course, if you refuse to speak, you can't help it, do you see the gun in my hand? ”

Ihalmiki raised the cold muzzle of his gun, "We will fake you as a suicide scene, the choice is yours to die or live." ”

"Yes, I do." The coerced Pavlov gritted his teeth, took out a notebook, and explained all the benefits he had created, including where the embezzled money of those people was stored and where. When it was almost time for him, he breathed a sigh of relief and handed the notebook to Ihalmiki.

"Hope for forgiveness." Pavlov said.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Pavlov. Oh, I forgot to add the original sentence earlier. Ihalmiki patted his head, "The general secretary also said that there is one kind of person who cannot be pardoned, and that is the corrupt behavior of those who yearn for freedom and use despicable democratic slogans to legitimize the corrupt behavior of their own state property." He said that if he caught it in bed, he would suffocate it with a pillow, and if he caught it in the toilet, he would drown in the toilet. ”

Ikharmiky looked at Pavlov, who was dripping in cold sweat and speechless, and opened the safety on the pistol, "By the way, my name is not Ikharmik, my real name is Vladislav Surkov, General Secretary Yanayev's personal staff." ”

Then he pulled the trigger, and a bright jet of blood soaked the car window, leaving behind a sign of repose symbolizing the final end of Pavlov's life's evils.