August is the season for furry bears and heads of Western countries to take a vacation.
Gorbachev owned this villa after taking office in 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 final preparations for the new alliance treaty.
On the evening of August 17, he, Yelikin and Zarbayev respectively discussed the upcoming new alliance treaty and matters related to the Federation Council meeting, and prepared to fly back to Moscow on August 19 and meet in the Kremlin on August 20.
The palace presided over the signing ceremony of the new alliance treaty and delivered a speech.
At noon today, Gorbachev and Yanayev had a phone call 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 new alliance treaty scheduled for
Speech delivered at the signing ceremony.
At 4:50 pm, there was a knock on the door outside the study.
"Please come in." Gorbachev looked at the speech in his hand and was about to rehearse his speech without raising his head.
The person who walked through the door was Lev Lieets, the commander of the personal guard.
The tall middle-aged man stood up straight and said loudly at the door: "Sir, someone wants to see you."
"Huh? I remember that I didn't have any appointments in the afternoon." Gorbachev looked unhappy because he had not invited anyone and was not notified of anyone's visit in advance. In this case, he usually did not see temporary guests.
Levreets should be aware of his temper. No matter who he is, he will show up without an appointment.
"But your Excellency, they are already in the hall." Levreets said loudly.
Gorbachev suddenly raised his head and put down the speech in his hand.
"Why did you let them in?"
His eyes were calm but powerful, which made Lev Lietz feel frightened.
But the latter immediately straightened his back straighter.
"Because His Excellency Plekhanov is also traveling with me, I cannot refuse his request." Levreets continued to answer loudly.
Plekhanov...
He was the director of the KGB's security bureau in charge of the leaders' security and was Levreets' immediate superior. No wonder his head of the guard did not stop that group of people.
But why did Plekhanov suddenly bring someone to visit?
The director of the Security Bureau is busy with his work and rarely comes to the residences of various leaders in person. Moreover, 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 complete set of communication systems around 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 I picked up in succession - the internal call was also cut off.
"Now, take my family with you immediately..." Gorbachev yelled at the Guards Commander, but before he finished speaking, he heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door.
"Your Excellency, your family is sitting quietly in the hall. You can also come out and get together."
Gorbachev's scalp was numb and he was shivering all over. He raised his head and looked at the commander of the guard. The latter still stood upright without speaking, like a stone sculpture.
His captain of the guard... was also bribed.
Gorbachev had no choice but to walk out of the study. In the hall, he saw a group of familiar faces in black suits.
His wife Raisa Makmovna, daughter Irina and son-in-law Anatoly were also on the sofa and table. They looked nervous and nervous. When they saw him walking out of the study, Irina whispered: "
Dad", and then he didn't dare to continue talking.
In front of him were Plekhanov, Bolkin, Baklanov and others.
"What's going on?" Gorbachev looked at Plekhanov and said in a low voice and full of anger, "Plekhanov, this is an act of disrespect that I have never heard of. This is how you came to visit me.
?"
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. We have something very important to report to you. I'm extremely sorry for not making an appointment." Plekhanov said while gently pressing his hand on Irina's shoulder, "Please sit down, okay.
What?"
Can I not sit down?
Gorbachev was furious and helpless. After sitting down with anger, he looked at Plekhanov: "Before the report, I want to know who sent you here?"
"It's the committee, Your Excellency." Bolkin stood up and answered. He is the director of Gorbachev's personal office and a close confidant of his.
"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 from him.
Moreover, these people come with bad intentions.
"It is a committee temporarily established to deal with national emergencies." Bolkin added, looking at him jokingly, "Of course, you are not among them."
joke!
The dignified president is not on the emergency committee!
"Why am I not in the committee? What state of emergency is this? Why don't I know anything!" Gorbachev growled.
In response to him, several people chuckled. Obviously, these senior conservatives did not take him as president seriously at all.
asshole!
Gorbachev wanted to move, but found that Plekhanov's hand touched the pistol at his waist. His pupils suddenly shrank and he stopped making any movement.
After a few minutes, a figure slowly walked into the hall.
"Your Excellency, please sign the emergency order and declare the transfer of power to me." The speaker was Yanayev.
His deputy.
Gorbachev looked at him. After a long time, he finally understood everything.
"Do you plan to use this method to solve our country's current problems?" He asked his deputy, a former close friend and comrade-in-arms, in a low voice.
Yanayev sneered and looked at him with indifference in his eyes: "The country is heading for destruction. 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 unanimous view after our discussion."
"If we have different opinions, we can go to the People's Congress to discuss and seek solutions. Your current behavior is military rebellion! It is a betrayal of the country and the people!"
It's also a betrayal of me.
He didn't say this sentence, but the meaning was very clear.
Gorbachev rejected this unreasonable request.
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 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! Pursuing an agreement is the only way forward for this country! Only a suicidal person would impose a state of emergency in our country right now!"
"You crazy people!"
Gorbachev roared.
madman!
A group of lunatics who are willing to destroy everything for the sake of power!
"It seems that our President is not awake yet. Take him down to wash his brain." Yanayev smiled coldly.
The captain of the guard came over, picked up the chattering old man, and walked towards the bathroom.