The Volga car got into the White House under the cover of night, and it was only in the parking lot that the driver let go of the accelerator and let the car come to a slow stop. The agent, disguised as a driver, turned to Yeltsin and said, "President Yeltsin, we are at the White House." Everything is safe. ”

At this time, Yeltsin, who was lying in the back driver's seat, poked his head out of the seat, got up and breathed a sigh of relief, and he curled up in the corner all the way, not even daring to breathe too hard. Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, and he arrived safely and soundly to the base camp of the democratic liberals, the administrative building in the center of Moscow, the White House.

As for the life or death of the team of agents who protected him, it is not something that the future leader of the Russian Federation has to think about now, if he dies, it is a big deal to award medals to their families, manipulate the media to create tragic heroes, and also set off the evil of the Soviets, the best of both worlds. Anyway, it will not create an image of a leader who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yeltsin's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, thinking that the adaptability of those high-level leaders of the CPSU was really worrying, and when he broadcast the news of the coup, the citizens of the entire Moscow would stand on Yeltsin's side. And the brazen suppression of the population by the Emergency Committee, where the army's foothold is not yet firmly established, will only lead the CPSU to slide into an irreparable abyss.

Yeltsin's pace quickened, and his allies were waiting in the conference room for Yeltsin to join, and Yeltsin had already planned in his mind to create a shadow cabinet of more than 20 people. They will be sent to lead Russia at a backup relay station located in the forest 70 kilometers from the city of Sverdlovsk. Prepare in case the White House is lost, organize another base and engage in a long-term struggle.

Yeltsin even mentally prepared a "Letter to the Citizens of Russia" to incite the citizens of Moscow, and indeed the entire Russia, to oppose the coup d'état against him. Because of Yanayev's mistakes in strategy and action, Yeltsin came up with this trick to deal with this political change earlier than in history.

Yeltsin stepped up the last marble staircase, and the door to the conference room beckoned to him. He could even see through the cracks in the wooden door the white glow of the dazzling crystal chandelier inside. As soon as he pushed open the thick wooden door with his hand, a group of supporting allies would sit at the conference table waiting for his orders.

Yeltsin slowly pushed open the door, but the moment he saw the scene in the conference room, he clenched the cold handle.

Without enthusiastic applause, eager eyes, and a dead silence in the conference room, Yeltsin saw only dilated pupils, bullet-pierced temples, congealed black blood, and corpses lying on the table in silent despair. These dead people were all supporters of Yeltsin in the Russian government, and now the murderers seem to be using these corpses to mock his incompetence.

"What's going on?" Yeltsin took a few steps back, and the sense of security he had painstakingly built collapsed at that moment. When he turned around, he saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him silently. I don't know when those figures hiding in the shadows of the buildings slowly appeared, they held **, and approached Yeltsin in all directions.

Yeltsin glanced at the fallen corpse behind the standing figure in front of him, and he was sure that even the last agent who could protect him was gone. As if knowing that a man was about to die, Yeltsin suddenly calmed down, and he began to applaud the initiator, and said flatly, "Congratulations to Yanayev and his accomplices, you have won completely." ”

"You are thinking wrong, President Yeltsin. Without Yanayev and his accomplices, it was all planned by the vice president alone, including when we infiltrated in December last year under the guise of guards. Of course, this is the day we have been waiting for. ”

The originally expressionless assassin smiled and said, "How wonderful, the first and last president of the Russian Federation." It's an honor to kill you with my own hands. ”

"A babbling assassin isn't a good agent, tell me, how did your boss find me? If I'm not mistaken, he should still be waiting on the outskirts of Moscow to ambush my convoy. Yeltsin became so calm that he even went into the conference room and found a chair to sit down. He even drank water calmly in front of the muzzle of several submachine guns.

The assassin sat down on the table and said slowly, "It's nothing, my boss said that if I catch you, let me tell you that he arranged your call with General Lebed, and he had already planned to lurk in the building in advance. Our mission is to bring everyone down, and then disguise you, and your friends, as a collective suicide. ”

Yeltsin's action of drinking water stopped instantly, he raised his head and stared at the assassin, "You are saying that all this is Yanayev's bureau, including the phone call from the very beginning is the first step of the plan." Even from a year ago he was planning this coup? Why? Did he even calculate when I would enter the White House? Killing me with such a big deal is probably not as simple as fighting for power, and it seems that your vice president has deceived everyone's eyes. ”

The assassin took a pistol to Yeltsin's forehead and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid you will never have a chance to understand all this again." Is there anything else you would like to say? ”

"Yes." Yeltsin raised his head, his expression became hideous because he was too excited, and he sneered and said, "Please tell Yanayev that I will wait for him in hell." ”

"Okay."

The agent then pulled the trigger with his index finger, and the bullet that came out of the silencer passed through Yeltsin's skull cavity with soft blood splashes, and the bullet was embedded in the floor, smashing a small bumpy hole. Yeltsin's head tilted back, his shattered skull followed by a puddle of brain spinal marrow splashing onto the portrait of Gorbachev hanging on the wall. Scarlet dark spots, dotted with stars.

Yeltsin's death under the portrait of Gotu is really a wonderful satire of the Soviet high-top. But in any case, Yanayev stopped a Soviet coffin bearer at the last moment, as well as a gravedigger.

On the road more than a dozen kilometers away from the center of Moscow, groups of T72 tanks are walking on the road in an orderly manner, and these steel blades from the Manta Division are heading to the center of Moscow to prepare for martial law, and the reason why they chose to enter Moscow at about 4 o'clock in the morning is because they consider that the announcement made by the emergency committee on television may plunge Moscow into disorder and chaos.

Yanayev was sitting on the cold roof of the T72 tank numbered 100, and the cool wind at night lifted his hair, and the reason why he chose to ride in the tank was not a show, but a full demonstration of Yanayev's tough attitude and determination. Historically, Yeltsin stood on this tank and delivered that incendiary speech, which eventually led to the vacillating Moscow garrison division completely throwing itself into the arms of the liberal camp.

At this time, Yanayev's mood was not much easier than when Yeltsin was assassinated, because he was next facing the people of Moscow, and disorderly freedom and hypocritical democracy were like viruses, deeply rooted in the blood of the Slavic nation, and eventually turned into a malignant tumor that destroyed the foundations of the entire country.

Although Yanayev was more inclined to Trotskyism in some political ideas, there was a certain gap between the ideal and the reality, and it was difficult to rule this vast red empire without iron and blood.

An imperial executioner? Yanayev shook his head with a wry smile, destined that these people would not understand his painstaking solitude, perhaps he would be labeled a tyrant, and those intellectuals who had misled the country would compare him to Hitler. Maybe in a few decades someone will shout and justify him, but it's a pity that Yanayev will never hear it anymore.

The tank commander climbed out of the turret and said to Yanayev, "Your Excellency the Vice President, we are almost there. Right in front is the center of Moscow. ”

Yanayev nodded at him, then looked back at the deserted streets in the early morning, and said slowly, "Someone has to wake up the Soviets with blood and violence, so now, let me be the helmsman of this old ship." ”