Chapter 1757: I Screwed Up

Showing loyalty in front of the First Daughter is essential, as is reassuring the other party to set off on vacation? It was a word the Culture Tsar and the Supreme Authority had mentioned I don’t know how many times.

If Maphead was lucky enough to return, the entire Soviet Union would turn over a new leaf, it just wouldn’t have much to do with him anymore.

Returning home from work, Comrade Alexeyev, the famous mama’s boy and head of Moscow’s Security Service, informed his mother, Comrade Foltseva, who was popularly known as the Culture Tsar, that the Mapheads were going on vacation, and Foltseva had a look on her face that she didn’t know how to describe it, “Doesn’t he know about the current situation.”

“Irina didn’t mention it, but it seems he is confident in the people he promotes.” Arikseyev yanked the case for the satellite phone out from under the couch and lifted his wrist as if to explain or answer, “I’m on a call with my father.”

Foltseva gave her approval and Alexeyev dialed the number, waiting for the busy signal to pass before hanging up, unsurprisingly the call would come back within half an hour, and after a while the satellite phone rang again, “What is it? Alyosha.”

“The Mapheads are going on vacation to the Black Sea, you once said you had to be told about it, contact may be broken for the next few days, just watch the news then.” Arikseyev also mentioned in passing the arrival of his wife and son in Romania, “Then if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”

“Wait.” Alan Wilson calmed down, while thinking, “The Minister of the Interior Pugo is Latvian, once the failure is in his point of view, there is only one way to die. The same is very dangerous and Marshal Akhromeyev, he is visiting overseas, right, these people once the failure is very likely to die, if you have the spare capacity to help, if not, as if you did not hear, to be honest, although I don’t know who the specific people of this coup are, but the map head to promote people can be more than capable?”

Alekseyev didn’t make a sound and spoke after a moment of hesitation, “Perhaps the people who want to defend the motherland are more powerful than you think.”

Alekseyev didn’t think Allen Wilson knew how powerful this lineup was, but the good Dahl didn’t actually know that his father did, which was why he specifically kept emphasizing that the main enemy was the liberals, the Russian president, not these seemingly powerful Soviet leaders.

Foltseva snatched up the incoming call and suddenly paused before asking in broken English, “You, if you have something to say, just say it, don’t beat around the bush.”

“Katyusha? See what you’re saying, I’m not really helping, just reminding the kid not to make cheap mistakes.”

Alan Wilson heard Foltseva’s voice bitterly smiled and replied, “Don’t care about any public opinion, scolding is not scolding, if everything goes well use not to use Alekseyev out of the game, if it does not go well, out of the knife must be ruthless.”

“You don’t need to be reminded of that, I’ve couped twice.” Foltseva murmured, only the first time was in defense of Khrushchev, the second time was to overthrow Khrushchev.

Alan Wilson wanted to say that things don’t work out, but when he thought about his position on the side of the cultural tsarina mother and son, he switched to cheerleading, supreme authority works well in England, and this time it was really not helpful.

He all wanted to go to church tomorrow and talk to God his old man, just do not know how the Anglican and Orthodox diplomatic relations?

A thousand words eventually turned into one sentence, “Be careful, my dear, and I’ll wait for good news from the Culture Czar.” Alan Wilson knew that this could be the last call, as Alexeev said, without talking about any results, he would have to wait for news through the news, and the childishness would have to stop.

Having chosen to give her all, after the call ended, Foltseva suddenly spoke, “I’m leaving Moscow.”

“Mother, you’re not?” Alexeyev was taken aback, this son of his still didn’t seem to have the strength to speak as a man of equal stature to the Culture Tsar and his husband, and this was going away?

“Send me to the city of Kalinin.” Foltseva replied, “Pugo this person, you can consider putting him under control, as for Marshal Akhromeyev, he is in North America for military exchanges, it’s easy to do, cut him off at the airport, the real battlefield to see if I do not have the ability to command the army.”

Foltseva felt that dryly waiting for news with her son was still unsure, and was ready to return to her home town to back up Alikseyev.

Now the local forces of the Soviet Union has become a kingdom of its own, but do not think that there is no Russian territory, Foltseva at least in the highest leadership for decades, than from the local climbed up in just five years of the Chetan people, the roots of the deep to do not know where to go.

Map head of the family or in accordance with the original plan to go on vacation, including Mrs. Lyssa and daughter in law family, the plane landed in the Black Sea coast of the Foros, which is the map head of the villa built after the rise to power in the past is a very desolate place, not far from the Sarech cape, not far from a long time in the year to scrape the winds, only in August and September the two months of the Foros suitable for a vacation.

There had previously been little building in the vicinity of Foros, it was just deserted and isolated.

Compared to Brezhnev, who was keen on the hustle and bustle and treated vacations as group gatherings, the relative isolation of the area appealed to the couple, who felt free and were able to ensure privacy.

Villa Voros, the entire construction site occupies several square kilometers, of course, the most important is still the “rest area,” the main building is a very beautiful three-storey building, the outside of the house is inlaid with the highest grade marble, the house above the roof with special aluminum tiles, the building is next to the guest reception building, open-air swimming pools and sports stadiums, the main building in the semi-basement there is a small movie theater In the semi-basement of the main building there is a small movie theater.

The general administration includes a garage, a boiler room, warehouses, a guard room, a communications office, and other facilities that ensure the normal functioning of the entire villa.

At the military airport in Berbek, the plane carrying Mr. and Mrs. Maputo landed again, and the family entered the unfinished Villa Furos for their vacation. There were still construction teams working nearby, mainly on the renovation and gardening, and Maputo asked how much longer it would take to complete the project, and was answered that it would be completed next year, in 1992.

“Looks like we won’t be able to take a proper vacation here until next year.” Maphead was just dodging pesky hardliner talk this time, staying here for a few days to get away from it all, and on August 20 he had to return to Moscow to deliver a speech on the New Union Treaty at the Supreme Soviet.

When there were only two of them, Madame Lyssa asked abruptly, “My dear, before we came here, Yakovlev had made a trip to the house, and he thinks you can’t leave Moscow at this time again, there’s a danger of a coup d’état, and I don’t know whether that’s right or not, but what do you think about it?”

The smile faded from Maphead’s face and he eventually sighed heavily, “Dear Lyssa, I screwed up and now I just want to take a break.”

“Actually I know that I was on the verge of burying the Soviet Union when I had the upper hand, I used to be able to get Boris to step aside with a single word when I had the upper hand. But when he chose to break away from Soviet communism and not work against me within that framework, I realized that I couldn’t do anything about him.”

“I hesitated, having once trusted Yakovlev very much, but I realized that the situation was the result of my trusting him, and that the British Americans were now leaning more toward Boris. I also know that I am unpopular now, and the hardliners likewise dislike me, both in the Defense Ministry and in the KGB.”

“Even if it is the successful signing of the New Alliance Treaty, I can’t guarantee that I will be able to last much longer under Boris’s political offense, I don’t know what the future holds and what others think of me.”

Lyssa listened to her husband’s words and suddenly seemed to have figured something out, “Do you also think that there will be a coup d’état coming out of this one.”

“I don’t know, there may or may not be.” The map avatar was a thoroughly defeated dog, or a patient facing terminal cancer who had given up on treatment, face clouded against the sea breeze.

If the others wanted to grab this crown then so be it, he could no longer find where the way out was, if the others could then give him the USSR.

On this day at the Kalinin city station, down came a very unassuming old woman, just stepping out of the station, already borrowed by someone from the Kalinin Vodka Company, “Tell Alexander to come to the distillery and meet me.” Alexander, as Foltseva called him, was the first secretary of the city of Kalinin.

“No problem, Ms. Foltseva.” The head of the distillery replied painfully, then inquired, “Do you want to inspect the distillery for a while?”

“Why not? Little one.” Foltseva said excitedly, “Don’t look at me as a bit older now, but forty years ago, I had the same strong physique of an athlete.”

The Kalinin Vodka Distillery, which grew during Prohibition to become the largest vodka brand in the USSR, relied on the proliferation of new ideas, and the privatized conglomerate was arguably the most famous big brand in the USSR, so how could Russians not like to drink? The whole city of Kalinin, too, has grown well on the back of this vodka conglomerate.

Most importantly, as a pioneer of privatized enterprises, the group is full of social responsibility, solving part of the unemployment problem brought about by the Caijun, taking the initiative to recruit veterans, leaving a good impression.

These veterans, of course, obviously didn’t like the division of the country, and they weren’t just any troops, they were Soviet troops stationed in Germany.

With the departure of the Mapheads, there was a brief power vacuum throughout Moscow, which, on the surface, was all right – after all, the Mapheads didn’t have a lot of prestige, and nothing happened today.

“It’s like playing house.” Aliksheyev fiddled with his large brimmed hat and blew on it to bring it on, his father was right, this gang really can’t do it, and it seems that he is the only one who is going to make a real coup d’état.