A not-so-exciting cup-throwing signal instantly kicked off a bloody killing spree. The GRU soldiers who had been hiding outside the living room window smashed the glass, then pointed their silenced submachine guns at their unarmed colleagues and pulled the trigger. In an instant, fire flew everywhere, and those soldiers who had not yet recovered were shot and fell to the ground. The red wine on the table was shattered by bullets and spilled all over the floor. Even the silk flowers on the dining table that were torn by bullets were mixed with the smell of human blood, and accompanied by the excitement of the Brandenburg Concerto, they fluttered in the air for a long time.
The clear sound of shattering discs, the sound of gunfire, the painful pain of people falling to the ground, and the flickering candlelight formed a bloody symphony.
Yanaev, who planned the murder, stood quietly at the scene, watching these poor people who chose to be enemies of the Soviet Union fall one by one like enjoying a musical. He knew that Alpha and Signal Flag were unreliable, and too many soldiers were turned by Yeltsin. That's why Yanaev looked for down-and-out soldiers who were loyal to communism but excluded in the GRU a year ago and promised them the best interests, and quickly formed a team that was only loyal to him. Yanaev planned this huge conspiracy for a whole year.
The symphony ended with its last note, and no one could stand up again.
"Since you are unwilling to serve me, then please go see Marx. The motherland will never forgive traitors, and Stalin is the same." Yanaev said softly. The last Alpha member fell in front of Yanaev, looking at him helplessly with pleading eyes. But Yanaev just looked at him with indifferent eyes, and only looked away after his pupils were dilated and he died.
"Yanaev, what are you doing!" KGB Deputy Chairman Kryuchkov, who had just recovered from his shock, shouted frantically. In less than a few seconds, the KGB elite in his hands turned into a cold corpse, while the culprit was still so calm as he tasted the wine and smiled.
He suddenly felt that the secret meeting of three people held here yesterday should not have dragged Yanaev into this coup. Compared with the coup, the amiable vice president seemed to have a bigger conspiracy of his own.
"Why are you doing this!" The deputy chairman of the KGB was so angry that his voice trembled, but he did not dare to act rashly at this time because ten submachine guns were pointed at his head.
"It's nothing, it's just redemption." Yanaev said. He asked the GRU soldiers to put down their guns aimed at Kryuchkov, and then ordered the soldiers to check every body. After confirming that everyone was killed, he waved his hand to let the uninvited guests leave the room.
Now only Kryuchkov and Yanaev were left in the living room. With the sweet smell of blood in the air, Yanaev raised his glass to Kryuchkov and said, "My dear comrade Chairman, you only need to do your job and don't worry about anything else. The script will develop in the direction you have already written. The New Union Treaty will not be signed and the great motherland will not be dissolved. As long as all the senior officials do their own jobs well and don't make any mistakes, otherwise we will be the ones sent to the gallows."
Kryuchkov only now realized that what Yanaev told him was just the tip of the iceberg of a huge plan. The palms of the KGB deputy chairman began to sweat. Yesterday, when everyone was at a loss, only he came with a prepared conspiracy script. Did Yanaev already decide to treat all the senior officials as puppets in his hands? And Kryuchkov now had no choice but to follow Yanaev's script.
A coup is a cruel art. No one dares to say that he is the one who has the last laugh until the last moment. How many unlucky people have failed at the last moment and turned from the King of Spades into the Three of Diamonds? Moreover, Yanayev only took the first step. Eliminating Alpha was equivalent to cutting off Yeltsin's potential supporters. Even if he really wanted to assassinate him, Yeltsin would only be a sick bear with its claws removed.
If people look back at what Yanaev did in that year, they would be amazed to find that he actually won over the top Soviet leaders around him, either overtly or covertly, and slowly undermined Gorbachev's power.
The moonlight outside the window became soft and sad. The seeds of conspiracy slowly fermented over Moscow's Red Square, turning into a strange cloud of doubt that shrouded everyone's heart.
Looking at Kryuchkov, who was sitting in a chair in a daze, Yanaev stepped forward, grabbed his sleeve, and said in a cold voice, "Listen carefully, Comrade Kryuchkov. Now is the most critical period of the coup. You must cheer up and don't let your guard down. A bloodless revolution is as ridiculous as a utopia. The replacement of interests by interests will inevitably sacrifice some people. Do you understand? Killing is not the best method, but it is the most direct and fastest method. The Red Soviet needs you to maintain it. We have nowhere to retreat and no place to compromise. Behind us is Moscow, Red Square, and the Kremlin. They are our last faith!"
Faced with Yanaev's strength, Kryuchkov actually became timid. He was really not prepared for a coup, while Yanaev had a clear goal and a firm stand.
Kryuchkov seemed to have hesitated for a long time. Now was the time to choose a side. Fence-sitters would have a miserable end. Finally, he made up his mind and said to Yanaev, "I choose to join you, Comrade Yanaev. But I think I need to know your plan. Our ultimate goal is to prevent the signing of the New Union Treaty."
In May 1991, Soviet President Gorbachev reached an agreement with the heads of 15 republics to form a "new Soviet Union", a loose confederation of states. The culprit was Gorbachev's democratization, openness, and diversification reforms, which led to the rapid strengthening of the centrifugal tendencies of the republics. Although 76% of the citizens and nine republics insisted on the federal system and the Soviet supreme leadership in the referendum held on March 17, they could not control the pig-like supreme leader who bypassed the Politburo's unconstitutional behavior and signed a separation treaty with the member states.
To some extent, even if a pig sat on the top leader's seat in the Soviet Union, it would be better than Gorbachev. If there really is a ranking of the world's idiots, Gorbachev will definitely win the crown and defend his title.
"The New Union Treaty will definitely be stopped, don't worry. Although our methods are slightly different, the ultimate goal is still the same." Yanaev patted his chest and guaranteed.
Chairman Kryuchkov's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He moved his mouth and seemed to have spent a lot of effort to squeeze out a sentence, "What are your methods? Aren't we acting together?"
Yanayev, with a faint smile on his face, was like the holy smiling devil in Raphael's "Michael Conquers the Devil", stabbing his spear into the enemy's heart with the halo of self-proclaimed justice. He said slowly, "You think too much, comrade Kryuchkov. In my plan, only two key figures need to die in this coup, one of whom is the traitor Yeltsin."
Before Yanaev spoke, Kryuchkov had already thought of one of the names, Yeltsin, and as for the other one, it was not that he didn't want to think about it, but that he didn't dare to think about it. However, Yanaev still read out the name on behalf of Kryuchkov.
"The other one is the cowardly and stupid General Secretary Gorbachev." Yanayev paused and added, "Oh, by the way, I hope you can temporarily put up with it and stay in this room before the delegation arrives in the Crimean Peninsula."
"House arrest?" Chairman Kryuchkov's mouth twitched when he heard the name just now, but now the only expression he could show was a helpless bitter smile.
"No, it's protection." Yanaev said seriously, "Protect my plan to be implemented smoothly without anyone interfering. And soon, everything will be over."