Chapter Eighty-Seven: Capture and Defection
(2nd Update)
"President Yanayev, we have brought the situation in Tbilisi under control, and now the unrest has gradually subsided." Defense Minister Yazov brought this good news to Yanayev as soon as he returned to the Kremlin.
"Oh, yes, I see." Yanayev's answer was somewhat understated, and instead of showing the joy of hearing the good news, he looked worriedly at the report that Victor had brought back for him. The international arms dealer is now not only selling arms, but even working in the intelligence department, and even the news that the riot planners Kostava and Chanturia have entered Turkey through the border has been intercepted by Victor and presented directly to Yanayev's table, which makes him complain and dissatisfied with the intelligence collection of the KGB department.
"Comrade Yazov, I was thinking about a question. What do you think needs to be done to bring Patiashvili back to the post of first secretary of the Central Committee of the Soviets in Georgia in order to minimize resistance from the Georgian national power faction? Yanayev closed the report and raised his head to ask Yazov such a question.
"We are taking advantage of this incident to arrest nationalists on a large scale and shut down newspapers, radio and television, so that we can put an end to the breeding ground of nationalism in the first place." Defense Minister Yazov said that he had always found it incomprehensible to reason with the enemies of the Soviets, and that as long as the torrent of steel continued to advance, all the enemy would be crushed under the tracks. There are no exceptions.
"I don't think that's enough, we need to fundamentally discredit the democratic forces and turn them into enemies of Georgia." By using the events in Tbilisi to hype up how the people were on the side of the Soviets and the despicable actions of the Georgian rebels, the Georgian extremist forces, which had no propaganda reports, would eventually perish. ”
After Yanayev's vigorous rectification and Surkov's re-planning, the Soviet Propaganda Department was no longer the department of the original enemy in the Propaganda Department, and after reversing the disadvantage of the public opinion position, they truly became the most lethal propaganda minions of the Soviets. After throwing away those empty slogans and the same glorious image, the Soviet Propaganda Department, which paid more attention to the details of the people at the bottom, successfully reversed the unbearable image in the minds of the people. Of course, all this is inseparable from Yanayev's guidance.
"Oh, by the way, Comrade Yazov, there is one more thing to explain to me when I summoned you this time." Yanayev, who suddenly remembered what was going on, put Viktor's intelligence in front of Yazov, "This is the information we have intercepted, the masterminds of this riot, Costava and Chanturia, are preparing to flee from the Georgian border and go to Turkey. I think you can mobilize the nearest troops in Georgia to intercept. ”
Yazov, who had long held his breath against this group of rebels, finally got Yanayev's permission, which means that the tolerance of the Soviet army to the Georgian nationalist forces from 1989 to the present can finally be vented at this moment. It is the saddest thing for the Soviet Union to know that the demonstrations of the democratic forces of Georgia, which were indulged by Shevardnadze, actually received the consent of Moscow.
Unlike Gorbachev's bent bent on bringing down the Soviets, everything Yanayev did was to strengthen Moscow's grip and make the divided states rediscover where they should stand and what they should say.
Yazov bowed deeply to Yanayev, suppressed his excitement and said, "I will not let you down, President Yanayev, I guarantee that the separatist forces will be punished with the severity. ”
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The exodus of Costava and Chanturia was not in Zviade's calculations, and the two guys, who had taken American foreign aid and resold it with American arms, were ready to throw themselves into the arms of Western Europe. Just like the plot they made up in their hearts, to fool those foreigners, how these patriots, fought the most tragic struggle against the evil and powerful gray cattle of the Soviet Union, and how they were ruthlessly defeated and portrayed themselves as great and heroic characters.
Of course, as for how these great and heroic leaders left their ranks and fled alone with dollars, it is not within the story of the tragic plot. When Costava and Chantulia fled, everything was simple, and in addition to the funds provided by the United States and NATO, the dollars from the stolen sale of helicopters and Humvees were also put into their pockets.
If the rioting extremist forces were to know that they had Humvees and helicopters that had been replaced by movement leaders with dollar bills and pocketed in their pockets, I wonder what their expressions would be.
"Chanturia, we're almost at the border." Costava shook Chanturia's arm, trying to wake him up. The joint's procession awaits them at the border, leading them out of the oppressed lands on this side. The car was parked at the border, just waiting for the Turkish connector to appear.
It is a deserted hill, with flat grass except for some trees, and the view is unobstructed. At the beginning, the arms were secretly sent into Georgia through this channel, but no one expected that it would not be long before these two leaders would flee the land, apply for so-called political-asylum, and hide in Europe to enjoy happiness.
"I didn't expect us to fall to such a point." Costava said with some regret, and he finally glanced back at the homeland where he had raised him, and felt a little helpless at the thought of his imminent exile in another country. But fortunately, the wealth in his name was enough for him to squander for the rest of his life, and Kostava's brow was slightly relaxed.
"Who would have expected such an ending. If Zviad hadn't scapegoated us, we would have received more U.S. aid, and the Georgian movement would have been able to continue. Chanturia said with some embarrassment, he raised his hand and glanced into the distance, muttering to himself, "Strange, why hasn't the Turks appeared yet?" It stands to reason that they should be showing up soon. ”
"Well, I feel like something is wrong, too." Vaguely aware of the shaking of the ground, Costava climbed up a small dirt slope next to it, but saw the scene he didn't want to see.
"Oops, it's the Soviet army." Kostava's eyes widened, he would never have thought that the Soviet troops had been lying in ambush here for a long time in order to capture them.
Two Mi-24 helicopter gunships were flying towards him, and the huge air flow of the rotors was bending the grass at his feet, so that Costava couldn't open his eyes and hurriedly took a few steps back. As soon as the driver of the car wanted to turn around and leave, a BMP2 armored car rushed out of the bushes, like a huge giant bear, blocking the road of the car's retreat with its body. The machine guns on the armored car were aimed at the two people in front of them.
The dispatch of armored units to carry out exaggerated arrests was not a fuss, but a warning to another group of intent on the border that anyone was insignificant in the face of the Soviet panzer power.
And the soldiers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who had long been in ambush in the grass, rushed forward, and Kalashnikov's guns were aimed at these two despicable villains.
"Don't shoot, we surrender." Chanturia and Costava dropped their luggage and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, trembling and trembling, where was the appearance of the original student movement. The soldiers pressed them directly to the ground, tied their hands behind their backs, and pushed them onto the armored vehicle.
What awaits these two men will be the trial of Soviet law.
The arrests of Kostava and Chanturia also marked the end of the Tbilisi riots.