MTL - Big Time 1958-Chapter 884 my soviet union

The whole villa sank into a dead silence. After a long time, some people could not restrain their sadness and let the tears fall from their cheeks. Although Andropov had only been the general secretary for more than a year, he was still the general secretary. The changes in the Soviet Union can be seen by everyone. The guards and medical staff who came here with the general secretary can see Andropov dragging his exhausted body every day. This attitude is enough to bring tears to anyone who sees it...

"Stop, what are you doing?" Crukoff shouted with gloomy eyes at a guard who wanted to leave quietly, "Who are you going to report to? No one can do it without the order of the political commissar. communicate with the outside world.”

  Crukoff's words, like the cold wind from Siberia, made everyone here fall into an ice cave. The people who protect Andropov here are all affiliated to the Ninth General Directorate of the KGB. No one understands the meaning of the general political commissar better than them.

   "Lock him up first, even if he just has to urinate." Cruckoff's sharp eyes glanced at everyone, whether it was medical staff, guards or waiters, "You should know, the first KGB order."

   "Walk with justice, sniff out and eradicate traitors." A large number of people in the crowd, both men and women, consciously narrated.

This is a very shuddering picture. Some medical staff and waiters are motionless, looking at their colleagues and friends, and put on a different look. It seems that this is their true colors. For a moment, many people look at their familiar faces Everyone felt extremely strange, and there was a chill in their hearts.

   These ordinary people are like watching an absurd tragicomedy, witnessing a huge transformation of the Soviet Union. Andropov, who had lost his vital features on the hospital bed, was quickly put away by these spies. The whole villa was as quiet as ever, as if the general secretary was still alive and busy, and they were arranged to rest in a room. It is certain that in the eyes of the KGB, the lives of ordinary people are like the leaves falling on the street, and there is no psychological burden to clean up.

   At this time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature in Yalta was seventeen degrees, and when you looked up, you could see people walking by the sea.

   All arrangements are being carried out in an orderly manner. Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine, the first secretary of the Ukrainian Party Committee, Shcherbitsky, wearing a very formal suit, boarded the train to Yalta with a gesture of control.

   Leningrad, Romanov, the first secretary of the Leningrad Municipal Party Committee, received a guest in his home, and he could also be regarded as his former leader, the former first secretary of Leningrad Tolskykov.

   The two exchanged cups at home, like old friends who had just met, recounting their experiences over the years. After Torskykov was replaced by Brezhnev, he worked as an ambassador in China for a long time until he retired. In contrast to Tolskikov, Romanov has risen steadily since then and is now the secretary of the Central Committee.

"I don't have anything to tell you, but I just want to remind you that in a complex environment, you must make a clear decision and don't hesitate, otherwise you will pay the price for this indecision." As he left, Torskikov put on his wolfskin hat, looked at the subordinate he had not paid attention to, and said with empathy.

   Looking at Torskikov's back, the smile on Romanov's face gradually faded, and the leader watched the other party leave...

In the center of Moscow, in the Aragvi restaurant, in a private room, a beautiful girl in a pure black coat smiled and looked at a girl of the same age as her. Although the other party was dressed differently, there was something in her expression that could not be concealed. Nervous, but from the outside it is indeed a little girl with a different kind of charm, just like his mother.

   Yulia has seen the picture of that woman, what should I say? She is a very tasteful woman, no wonder she is so fascinated by the Soviet Union's first secretary, Grishin, the first secretary of the Moscow Municipal Party Committee. The proof is the girl in front of her.

   "Eat slowly, we'll go shopping in a while." Yulia had a gentle smile, and her manners were very elegant. The **** the opposite side is not a strong-minded girl, she is normal, and she doesn't know who her father is, and has been raised by her mother.

   At the right time and place, Yulia took advantage of the privilege and appeared in the Moscow City Committee.

   "Should I cut off the communication in Moscow?" Serov, who was standing by the window of the chairman's office, in Andropov's retreat in Crimea, where the communication has been cut off. No one can find out what's inside now. What about Moscow? Is this necessary.

   You can’t do this first. Serov feels that it has not reached that point. The General Bureau of Surveillance and Investigation has monitored the communication between the Ministry of Defense and the Kremlin, and there are people eavesdropping on the communication between the two locations at any time. As long as the other party has a little clue, he can get the news within a minute. In this case, he has taken the initiative.

   "What a nice weather." Shelov looked at the gradually darkening sky, forgetting the morning forecast of minus 20 degrees today.

Standing in front of the villa, looking at the beautiful scenery, Sierbitsky stood for a long time, and suddenly put on a smile and lifted his legs and walked in, "It seems like this is the case, but the consideration is still incomplete, how can the communication be cut off? What? Isn't this telling Moscow that something has happened here?"

   Arrived at Sherbitsky in Yalta, and quickly overturned Serov's arrangement. The first thing was to release the communication to the Kremlin, and it was not preparing for a coup, so why use spy tactics.

   "As long as you buy one day, that's enough. One day can decide a lot of things. Isn't that right?" She greeted Serov on the phone in Crimea.

   "That's right!" Serov smiled gloomily, looking at Romanov and Grishin sitting opposite. The actions of Shelov and Sherbitsky on the phone caused a storm to rise in the hearts of the first secretaries of the two municipal committees. Can these two get together? When was the relationship between the Communist Youth League and the Dnipro gang so good? Are the decades of open and secret infighting all just a show?

After hanging up the phone, Serov recalled, "What did you say just now? Oh, I will attend my son's wedding in a while, that's all, just have a meal with everyone. Although I don't want to be so high-profile, I can't feel wronged. Thank you. Erbitsky's daughter, right? There's really no way..."

One day after the news of Andropov's death was suppressed, Shcherbitsky, who arrived in the Crimea, informed Andropov's death. Chernenko, Serov and Ustinov, Grishin, Romanov, Tikhonov, Ryzhkov and others learned that Andropov had passed away.

  At the same time as the notice was issued, Shcherbitsky immediately boarded a plane and flew to Moscow. Before that, he was going to talk to Kunayev, the first secretary of the Kazakh Party Committee, about the question of whether the Dnipro gang could exist.

  In the Kremlin, the atmosphere at this time became very solemn. When Serov arrived here, almost everyone was there, only Serbitsky and Kunayev were still on their way. Um? The situation was similar to when Brezhnev died.

   "Are you all here?" Serov walked to the table step by step, ignoring everyone, and walked directly to the place where Andropov was sitting. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he sat there.

Chernenko stood up suddenly, looked at the general political commissar who came in last with a very terrifying look, and accused, "Serov, are you here for the coup? That is the position of the general secretary. Are you trying to challenge the order of the motherland? "

"I think that I am completely qualified as the chairman of the funeral committee. It's not that I am humble." Serov retorted calmly, "When the first secretary of Khrushchev was in power, I was already the central government. Member of the Presidium, were you still a member of the Central Committee at that time? Comrade Chernenko! I am the General Political Commissar of National Security, National Defense Committee, Chairman of the National Security Committee, I am a marshal, and most importantly, I am young."

   "Yura, why is this necessary? We can discuss it." Foreign Minister Gromyko said in a slow tone.

"I never doubted Comrade Andropov's ability, but who would have thought that in a little more than a year, his body would become like this? Now that Reagan is threatening, let Comrade Chernenko As general secretary? I'm not cursing Comrade Chernenko, what if his health deteriorates?" Serov looked around unmoved and said, "To be honest, I'm not talking about myself anymore, I The age will ensure that the country will not have to hold a state funeral for a long time."

   "Who will lead the country, we have to decide through the votes of other committee members." Chernenko sat down slowly, he believed that Serov's move was not supported by other committee members.

   "Yes!" Serov took out the phone and ordered, "I order that the Kremlin garrison will be on alert from now on, and no one will be allowed to leave the Kremlin."

Until the arrival of Serbitsky and Kunayev, the voting on the chairman of the funeral committee began. After Serov and Chernenko spoke respectively, Romanov, Grishin, and Aliyev immediately sided with Serov. , the movements are very skilled and crisp.

   But after Shcherbitsky's statement, Chernenko was shocked. He didn't understand why his comrades wanted to do this.

The matter became clear, Kunayev also stood on Serov's side, the domino effect appeared, and everyone expected it. Serov served as the chairman of the funeral committee and began to transport Andropov's body back. After the vote, Serov stood up indifferently, Today he can say, this is my Soviet Union.