The entire villa fell into a dead silence. After a long time, some people could not suppress the sadness in their hearts and let tears slide down their cheeks. Although Andropov had only been the General Secretary for more than a year, the changes in the entire Soviet Union could be seen by everyone. The security and medical staff who followed the General Secretary here could see Andropov dragging his body with exhausted oil and drying his lamps every day, and he could not continue working until he could not hold on. This attitude was enough to make anyone who saw it cry...

"Stop, what are you doing?" Crooke looked at a guard who wanted to leave here quietly with a gloomy look, and shouted, "Who are you going to report to? Without the orders of the General Political Commissar, no one can contact the outside world."

Krookv's words were like the cold wind from Siberia, which made everyone here feel like falling into an ice cave. The people who protected Andropov here were all affiliated with the Ninth General Administration of the KGB. No one understood the significance of the General Political Commissar better than them.

"Card him first, even if he's just urged to pee." Crooke glanced at everyone, whether it was medical staff, guards or waiters, "You must know, the first KGB order."

"Walk with justice, smell out and eliminate traitors." A large number of people in the crowd, regardless of gender, said consciously.

This is a very trembling scene. Some medical staff and waiters were motionless, looking at their colleagues and friends, and changed into another expression, as if this was their true face. In an instant, many people felt extremely strange when they looked at the familiar people around them, and felt a chill in their hearts.

These ordinary people were like seeing a ridiculous tragedy and comedy, witnessing a huge transformation in the Soviet Union. Andropov, who had lost his life characteristics on the hospital bed, was quickly put away by these spies, and 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. One thing is certain, in the eyes of the KGB, the lives of ordinary people were cleaned up without any psychological burden when they were swept away.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the temperature in Yalta was seventeen degrees. Looking into the distance, you could see someone walking by the sea.

All arrangements were proceeding in an orderly manner. Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, Shelbitsky, the first secretary of the Ukrainian Party Committee, wore a very formal suit and boarded the train to Yalta in a posture of controlling everything.

Leningrad, Romanov, the first secretary of the Leningrad Municipal Party Committee, received a guest at his home, which can also be regarded as his former leader, formerly the first secretary of Leningrad Torskykov.

The two of them chatted at home, like old friends they had just met, narrating their experiences over the years. After Tolskykov was replaced by Brezhnev, he served as an ambassador in China for a long time until his retirement. In contrast to Tolskykov, Romanov has been promoted step by step since then and is now the secretary of the central government.

"I have nothing to say to you, but I want to remind you that the more complicated the environment, you must make clear decisions and don't hesitate, otherwise you will pay the price because of this indecision." Before leaving, Torskykov put on a wolf-skin hat and looked at his subordinate who had not paid attention to, and empathized with it.

Looking at Torskykov's back, the smile on Romanov's face gradually faded away, and the boss watched the other party leave with a heavy emphasis...

In the center of Moscow, in the Aragvi restaurant, there is a beautiful girl in a private room wearing a pure black coat, smiling at a girl of the same age as hers. Although the other person's clothes are different, he can't hide his nervousness in his expression, but from the outside, he is indeed a little charming little girl, just like his mother.

Yulia has seen the photo of that woman, how can she say it? She is a very interesting woman. No wonder she can make the Soviet Union's giants. Grishen, the first secretary of the Moscow Municipal Party Committee, is so fascinated by the evidence, it is the girl in front of her.

"Eat slowly, we'll go shopping later." Yulia smiled gently and her behavior was very elegant. The girl opposite was not an independent girl, which was normal. She didn't know who her father was, and she had been raised by her mother.

At the right time and place, Yulia took advantage of her privileges and appeared in the Moscow Municipal Party Committee.

"Do I want to cut off the communications in Moscow?" Selov, standing by the window of the chairman's office, was at the Crimea's Andropov recuperation site. The communications there had been cut off. Now no one could find out the news inside. So what about Moscow? Is there any need?

We can't do this for now. Shelov felt that it was not that far. The General Administration of Surveillance and Investigation had monitored the communication between the Ministry of Defense and the Kremlin, and people eavesdropped on the communications between the two locations at any time. As long as the other party had a clue, he would get the news within a minute. In this case, he had already taken the initiative.

"What a good weather." Selov looked at the gradually darkening sky and forgot the morning weather forecast today.

Standing in front of the villa and looking at the beautiful scenery, Shelbitsky stood for a long time, suddenly with a smile on his face and walked in, "It seems like this, but I'm still not fully considering it. How can the communication be cut off? Isn't this telling Moscow that something has happened here?"

When she arrived at Yalta, Sherbisky quickly overturned Serov's arrangements. The first thing she wanted was to release communications to the Kremlin, not to prepare for a coup, so why bother to use spies?

"Just just buy one day, it's enough. A day can determine many things. Isn't it?" Sherbisky, in Crimea, greeted Selov on the phone.

"That's right!" Selov smiled gloomyly and looked at Romanov sitting opposite him. Grishin Selov and Selbitsky's call made the two first secretary of the municipal party committee feel stormy. Can these two people come together? When did the relationship between the Communist Youth League and the Dnipro gang so good? Could it be that the open and secret struggles for decades have been a show?

After hanging up the phone, Selov recalled, "Where did you say just now? Oh, after a while, attend my son's wedding, that's it, just have a meal together. Although I don't want to be so high-profile, I can't feel wronged by Selbizky's daughter, right? There's really no way..."

One day after Andropov's death was suppressed, Serbisky, who arrived in Crimea, informed Andropov of the death. In Moscow, Chernenko, Serov, Ustinov, Grishin, Romanov, Jihonov, and Ryzkov, they learned that Andropov had passed away.

While issuing the notice, Serbizky immediately took a plane to Moscow. Before that, he was about to talk to Kunaev, the first secretary of the Kazakh Party Committee, about whether the Dnipro gang could exist.

The atmosphere in the Kremlin became very serious at this time. When Selov arrived here, almost everyone was there, only Selbitsky and Kunayev were still on the way. Hum? The situation was similar to when Brezhnev died of illness.

"All of them are here?" Serov walked to the table step by step, glanced at everyone, and walked directly to the position where Andropov was sitting. He sat there in everyone's surprise eyes.

Chernenko suddenly stood up, looked at the last general political commissar who came in with a terrible look, and accused, "Shelov, are you here to coup? That's the position of the General Secretary. Are you trying to challenge the order of the motherland?"

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

"Yura, why do you need this? We can discuss it." Foreign Minister Gromiko persuaded him in a slowed down.

"I have never doubted Comrade Andropov's ability, but who would have thought that in more than a year, his body would become like this? Now Reagan is coming in a fierce manner, and then let Comrade Chernenko be the general secretary? I am not cursing Comrade Chernenko. What if his body worsens?" Selov looked around unmoved and said, "To be honest, I am not talking about myself anymore. My age can ensure that the country will not have to hold state funerals for a long time."

"Whoever leads this country must be decided by the votes of other committee members." Chernenko slowly sat down. He believed that Selov's behavior was not supported by other committee members.

"Yes!" Selov took out the phone and answered it and ordered, "I order the Kremlin garrison troops to enter a state of alert from now on, and no one can leave the Kremlin."

Until the arrival of Serbizky and Kunayev, the vote on the chairman of the funeral committee began. After Serbiv and Chernenko spoke respectively, Romanov and Grishin and Aliyev immediately stood on Serbiv's side, with very skillful and straightforward movements.

But after Shelbitsky made his statement, Chernenko was shocked. He didn't understand what his comrades should do this.
Chapter completed!