The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 463 The Kleptomaniac

On May 1991, 8, in the evening.

Foros, Crimea, Presidential Holiday House.

August is the holiday season for Mao Xiong and the heads of Western countries.

Gorbachev has owned the villa since he took over the Kremlin in 1985.His famous book "Reform and New Thinking" was completed in this villa during his vacation in 1987.

Now, he has a new task - to make the final preparations for the new alliance treaty.

On the evening of August 8, he discussed with Yeltin and Zarbayev about the upcoming signing of the new alliance treaty and the meeting of the Federation Council. Palace presided over the signing ceremony of the new alliance treaty and delivered a speech.

At noon today, Gorbachev and Yanayev spoke on the phone and informed each other of the specific time of their arrival in Moscow. Yanayev agreed to pick him up at the Moscow airport. After lunch, he continued to draft the treaty scheduled for the new alliance. Speech delivered at the signing ceremony.

At 4:50 p.m., there was a knock on the door outside the study.

"Come in." Gorbachev looked at the speech in his hand, and was about to rehearse the speech without raising his head.

It was Levreets, the chief of the personal guard, who entered the door.

The tall middle-aged man stood up straight and said loudly at the door: "Your Excellency, someone wants to see you."

"Huh? I remember that I don't have any appointments for the afternoon." Gorbachev looked displeased, because he didn't invite anyone, and he didn't get any prior notice. Under such circumstances, he usually didn't see temporary guests.

Levreets should be aware of his temper. No matter who it is, he will disappear without an appointment.

"But your Excellency, they are already in the hall." Levreets said loudly.

Gorbachev looked up sharply and put down the speech in his hand.

"Why did you put them in?"

His eyes were not angry but mighty, which made Levreets tremble with fear.

But the latter immediately straightened his back even more.

"Because there are His Excellency Plekhanov accompanying him, I cannot refuse his request." Levreets continued to answer loudly.

Plekhanov.
He is the chief of KGB's security bureau responsible for leading the security guards, and Levreets' immediate superior. No wonder his head of guards didn't stop those people.

But why did Plekhanov suddenly bring someone to visit?
The director of the Security Bureau is busy with work, and he rarely comes to the residences of the various leaders in person, and even if there is an emergency, he should call and make an appointment first.

Gorbachev had a premonition that something was wrong, and immediately picked up the phone beside him. He had a full set of communication systems beside him—government lines, ordinary lines, strategic communication lines, and satellite communication lines.

But when he picked up the receiver, he heard nothing.

There was no sound from the five receivers that were picked up in a row—the intercom call was also cut off.

"Now, take my family with me!" Gorbachev yelled at the head of the guard, but before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice from outside the door.

"Your Excellency, your family is sitting in the hall, and you should come out and get together."

Gorbachev's scalp was numb and he was shivering all over. He looked up at the head of the guard, who was still standing upright without speaking, like a stone sculpture.

His captain of the guard was also bought.

Gorbachev had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the study. In the hall, he saw a group of familiar faces in black suits.

And his wife Raisa Makmovna, daughter Irina and son-in-law Anatoly were also sitting on the table on the sofa. They looked nervous. When they saw him walk out of the study, Irina called out in a low voice, " Dad," and then dared not speak any more.

In front of him were Plekhanov, Bolkin, Baklanov and others.

"What's going on?" Gorbachev looked at Plekhanov and said in a low voice full of anger, "Plekhanov, this is an act of disrespect I have never heard of, and that's how you came to visit me ?"

"Excuse me, Your Excellency. We have something very important to report to you, and I am very sorry for not having an appointment." Plekhanov said while gently pressing his hand on Irina's shoulder, "Please sit down, okay Is it?"

can i sit down
Gorbachev was furious and helpless. After sitting down swallowing his anger, he looked at Plekhanov: "Before I report, I want to know who sent you here?"

"It's the committee, Your Excellency." Bolkin stood up and replied. He was the director of Gorbachev's private office and he was his confidant.

"What committee, why haven't I received any news at all." Gorbachev became more and more confused. Looking at them, he always felt that something was being concealed.

Moreover, these people are not kind.

"It is a committee established temporarily to deal with the state of emergency." Bolkin added, looking at him jokingly, "Of course, you are not among them."

joke!

The dignified president is not in the emergency committee!
"Why am I not on the committee? What emergency is it for! Why do I know nothing!" Gorbachev growled under his breath.

What responded to him was the low laughter of several people. Obviously, these high-level conservatives did not take him seriously as a president at all.

asshole!

Gorbachev wanted to move, but found that Plekhanov's hand reached for the pistol at his waist, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stopped moving.

After a few minutes, a figure slowly walked into the hall.

"Your Excellency, please sign the decree of the state of emergency and announce the transfer of power to me." It was Yanayev who spoke.

his deputy.

Gorbachev looked at him for a long time, and finally understood everything.

"Are you planning to use this method to solve our country's current problems?" He asked his deputy in a low voice, who was also a former close friend and comrade-in-arms.

Yanayev sneered and looked at him with indifference in his eyes: "The country is going to perish. If we don't take measures, disintegration is inevitable. There is no other way to save us. We must save ourselves! Obviously, you He cannot lead us to complete self-rescue, this is the consensus view after our discussion."

"If there are different opinions, we can go to the People's Congress to discuss and find a solution. Your current behavior is a military mutiny! It is a betrayal of the country and the people!"

It is also a betrayal of me.

He didn't say this sentence, but the meaning was very clear.

Gorbachev rejected such unreasonable demands.

In his opinion, he has successfully solved the problem many times in the past many years, and this time will be no exception.

"We are about to sign a new alliance treaty, and at the same time we are preparing to make major decisions on food supply, fuel and financial issues in order to stabilize the political and economic situation as soon as possible, accelerate the transition to a market economy, and give the people more opportunities to develop in all aspects. We are close to a deal! Seeking a deal is the only way out for the country! Only a suicide-minded person would implement a state of emergency in our country right now!"

"You crazy bastards!"

Gorbachev growled.

madman!

A group of lunatics who are willing to destroy everything for power!

"It seems that our President has not woken up yet, take him down to wash his brain." Yanayev sneered.

The head guard came over, picked up the chattering old man, and walked towards the bathroom.

A dead silence.

(End of this chapter)