Chapter Ninety-Four: The Soviet Invaders Have Returned
(1st Update)
Unlike the idealist Yakovlev, who ended his life tragically and tragically, Korodich, who was interested in profit, was praised by the Western media as soon as he came to the United States, just like Solzhenitsyn. They portrayed Korotic as a tragic hero who opposed the Soviet Union's totalitarian rule, and in Miami he was endured with flowers and applause from the people. He was also invited to give lectures at American universities about his "struggle" against totalitarian rule in the Soviet Union over the years, and mentioned his good friend Yakovlev in passing. Even Time magazine did an issue of publicity about Korotic. On the cover, the melancholy-eyed and scumbag-faced Korodic became a Hemingway-esque tough-guy figure.
On the surface, Korotic stood firmly against communism, but in fact, through his hands, all the negative news that happened in American society was transmitted back to the Moscow newspapers.
Unlike the glamorous Korotich, Yakovlev's funeral was a sad one, the true liberal became a tragic figure that no one wanted to see, and his former ally turned into the eagle dog of the government, cut off from him, and the lonely tombstone was only a representative of the Soviet Propaganda Department holding a bouquet of white flowers, and a verdant coniferous pine bent by the snow.
Even the dead Yakovlev would be surprised when he knew about it, no one expected that the person who stood in front of the tombstone to bid him farewell was actually the mouthpiece of the centralized enemy that Yakovlev wanted to defeat all his life, Soviet Propaganda Minister Surkov.
"Yakovlev, you are still a little naΓ―ve, the first thing the liberals have to do after being held over by a group of opportunists is to push a real idealist like you out of the ranks, and then turn the whole ranks into a concentration camp for speculative politicians who fool the people." Surkov placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and gently swept away the snow on the tombstone, on which Yakovlev's last epitaph was written.
I did my best, and now I will rest in this beloved land. Please tell my motherland that I love her.
"When the noble becomes the pass of the despicable, and the meanness becomes the epitaph of the noble, this era is even worse and absurd than you can imagine." Sulkov put his hand in his pocket, looked at the wind and snow flying in the sky, and the countless steles, and said slowly, "It's a pity that this country doesn't need an idealist like you, it needs a pragmatist who can effectively save the entire regime from danger, and someone who can suppress that group of arrogant opportunists." β
Surkov's self-talk seemed to mock Yakovlev's vain efforts, and as if he sympathized with the disillusionment of the idealists. After a few minutes of silence, Surkov left the empty cemetery, took one last look at Yakovlev's tombstone and sighed.
It's like a silent goodbye.
After leaving the cemetery, Surkov went back to the Kremlin to meet Yanayev, because Surkov has a strong comprehension ability, so Yanayev is now completely free of his hands and feet, and the Soviet Propaganda Department is fully handed over to Surkov to be responsible, and only some major public opinion events will personally guide the country.
The car drove into the Kremlin, and Surkov got out of the car without stopping, and went straight to the president's office. From the moment he was summoned, he knew that another war without gunpowder was brewing.
The enemies of the Soviets never let up, and, of course, he did the same.
"Comrade Surkov, here you are. The general secretary is waiting for you in his office. β
In the corridor, Surkov unexpectedly met Putin, who was coming out of the president's office, and he was reporting to the general secretary on the new summary of the work of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Through the public opinion offensive and the traps elaborated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, some public intellectuals who were unwilling to cooperate were brought to the headquarters of the Ministry of Internal Affairs by fishing law enforcement methods. Under severe interrogation, these people, who are usually righteous and awe-inspiring, quickly wept bitterly and confessed their crimes, and begged the party and the state to give them another chance.
And the content of the confession was also unexpected by Putin, he could only shake his head and say that the world is declining, and everyone has it. These sanctimonious guys are even more filthy than the bureaucratic way of life.
None of the convicted intellectuals were convicted for freedom of expression, because this group of people themselves is the moth of the state, the enemy of the people, and the inside story dug up from them is far more wonderful than a crime of suppressing freedom of expression.
Maggots and flies of the Empire, the Soviets will trample you under your feet and will never be able to turn over.
"Comrade Surkov, you are finally here, sit down." As soon as Surkov entered the door, Yanayev warmly beckoned him to sit down and handed Surkov an information document.
"What is this?" Before Surkov even took off his coat, he was ready to open the documents at hand, and he knew that every time the general secretary handed over a document, it was the beginning of a war of public opinion.
"Take a look, this is a new round of public opinion offensive designed by me." Yanayev stretched, but fortunately, his body, which was at least a teenager older than before, did not suffer from memory loss, and he could still spend a night silently writing down some fragments of his previous memories, and then slightly revised them into a new Soviet propaganda report.
"I am a Soviet aggressor?" Surkov frowned, and he asked, "Wouldn't such a title be too reverie?" β
Of course, Surkov's reverie is a too aggressive euphemism, for fear of causing panic or revulsion in the Western world. But Yanayev has never considered this question, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, did the Western world continue to sanction and exploit Russia? Isn't it any different from the excuse of a communist dictator to denounce the new Russian president as a dictator?
For them, there will always be an excuse to crusade against Russia, and until finally the polar bear can no longer stand up, they will stand on the corpse and happily get a piece of the pie.
A Soviet Russia, disarmed and with all its disarmament, whose economy and people's living standards were hopelessly bad, qualified to join their camp. European countries that like infighting will always forget one thing, that is, when they are suffering from each other's internal friction and gradually weakening, on other continental shelves, an empire that wants to change the rules set by Europe and the United States is rising.
"Don't worry, keep reading, Comrade Surkov." Yanayev took a sip of coffee, and when Surkov finished reading the copy, he couldn't help but applaud.
"This, that's so, I don't know how to describe this copy." Surkov was a little incoherent with excitement, "It's just perfect, a resounding slap in the face to the Western world!" Of course they will pretend to turn a blind eye, but at least let our people see clearly who is the savior of Europe. β
"Well, I plan to edit him into a video that can show the strength of the Soviet Union, and it is best to pick out the shocking scenes in the video of our Western August 1 military exercise, and then blend them into the copy through editing." Yanayev did not show the same excitement as Surkov, he patted Surkov on the shoulder and encouraged, "This glorious and difficult task is entrusted to you, Comrade Surkov." β
In Russia, where computer technology is backward, Yanayev can only produce propaganda films in this form. Want to make animations of the same quality as Modern Warfare cutscene CG in this day and age? It's a dream.
"I will live up to my mission." As if he had discovered a new world, Surkov began to think about what kind of video opening could show the grandeur and solemnity of the Soviet army and state in the propaganda.
After returning home, Surkov began to gather his staff to prepare for the operation of the promotional video. Surkov's team of thinkers is not stereotypical guys from the bureaucracy, but a truly talented and imaginative group of free patriots. Because Surkov firmly believed that the offensive of public opinion could only be best achieved in a free space after breaking away from the dull bureaucracy.
Three days later, the dark-eyed team members presented him with four proposals, from which Surkov selected the better one and revised it until the more enlightened Moscow top brass was satisfied.
"Hello, European powers, I am the Soviet invader......"
Beginning with such a domineering approach, the Soviets would once again bring a great shock to the Western world.