SW: Drunkard's Last Ten Days

by FAlavanja

Boris Yeltsin,Russia's first president at that time,tried his very best to establish a (Neo)Liberal Democracy as the result of America's Victory in the Cold War. Eventually,he became a disgrace and the worst leader of Russia since Tsar Nicholas II and Gorbachev. His deteroating health during those days could've ended his life due to a nightmare he had,but in this timeline,they did.

SW: Drunkard's Last Ten Days

5th May,1999 - 07:00

On the cold,depressing streets of Moscow where its mood reflected the condition of the Russian society,the people were living in absolute misery. It hadn't been felt so since 1941. Drug addiction,rampant corruption,suicides from hopelessness and the plundering of public wealth thrived while Russians ended up taking extreme hardships and injustices thanks to the fall of the Soviet Union,particularly the lower class. Every amount of tears summed their condition up.

The one who was responsible for this utter catastrophe was Boris Yeltsin,a former civil engineer and a member of the former Soviet Politburo who,after the Hardliners failed to prevent Gorbachev's finalization of its dissolution on August 1991,made the collapse inevitable. Thanks to his disastrous Neoliberal policies which followed,he inherited the program of privatization which created corrupt system controlled by an elite of oligarchs. Aside of hunger and poverty,he gravely ruined Russia's international position and reputation into becoming a laughingstock of the World,from being reduced down to a defeated nation,to enabling many disasters. Disasters like Chechen Conflict,Yeltsin's self-coup in 1993,impeachement attempts and the bankruptcy from last year,have marked his rule. He couldn't repair or distance himself from his damages even if he had wanted to.

Just as Russia's condition was deteriorating,so was his health. Yeltsin suffered from heart problems since his election into becoming a member of the Parliament and he developed the huge alcohol addiction,if not affection,for Vodka. Their symptoms have soon dominated his psyche and functions. Despite his rock-bottom popularity,he insisted his ministers and Russia that he's 'fit' to rule.

Dawn's rays reached his stuffy bedroom from an opened window. Yeltsin resisted not to react but he did. He blinked weakly,yawned and stretched his arms. He glanced at the window. The massive lump of flesh and fat called Boris Yeltsin groaned and mumbled as it got out of the bed. Joints ached,head pounded,and muscles refused to work the way they should. After what seemed like hours,but in actuality was fifteen minutes,he fueled his consciousness and got up to take a shower,dress up for work and continue his schedule. He got used to sleeping for four hours.

After doing so and eating his breakfast,he went to his office to start his day. Before doing anything worthwhile,he picked a bottle of vodka at the foot of his table and drank it in one go,as always. Defying his dizziness as best as he could,he did some paperwork and when an hour had passed,he let his pencil drop at the desk and raised his head at the door. He stood up from his chair and walked to pick up a paper peering from its edge. He then opened the letter and read the following:

"To Boris Yeltsin...

No,you don't deserve any more formalities.

If you saw what I see when I travel through Russian lands,your soul would fall to your feet. They are not happy. Because of you,extreme poverty is present at even the most remo-"

Yeltsin abruptly stopped reading and closed the letter. "What's this?" he thought "Poetry?!"

He threw it somewhere and let it levitate down near his desk. Ever since he received this letter by late March,he wasn't sure who wrote it up until now. The one who wrote this was Arisha Braginsky,his earthling. His treatment of her was shocking if put lightly. Restricting her personal rights,Arisha was occasionally locked up in a room he had selected for her whenever she 'misbehaved' or when she didn't do things he demanded her to do. By 1st March,she and him had a...pleasant conversation between one another. They argued about the IMF loan she was supposed to take on 24th March and ended up understanding her when he asked if Vuk Misic,her younger brother,meant a lot to her. It spoke volumes at that time.

Alas,when he confronted her on 20th March,Arisha said as she exploded in tears of rage:

"And do you except me to trust you?! You've broken too many promises already! I can't wait for you to amend your mistakes!...ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!"

She escaped him as he ordered the police and armed forces to capture her before she escaped Moscow to Belgrade,where Vuk was waiting for her.

To this day,he didn't understood her motives. Why did she stopped following his orders? Why's she so defiant? In his mind,he did everything to make her happy and yet,she still isn't satisfied. How dare she? The Free-Market reforms were supposed to make Arisha and her people happy,but they didn't. To this ignorant ass,they're on the transitioning point. Over the last eight years,the 'reforms' have already been set in motion,and they destroyed his people's lives.

The last contact he got from her was three days ago when he met Jiang Zeming,current President of China,in Moscow and allowed Arisha to meet Liu Wang,Zeming's earthling. Since then,the responses from both of them never came in.

Looking away from the paper,he went to sit back and resume his working schedule. Now,Yeltsin wasn't sure if he should focus on Domestic reports or the Chechen ones.

He took a deep breath and picked the pen. The choice between those two will be tough for him to decide.

12:00

Someone knocked on his office's door. He looked at the door. Who could it be? It had better be important.

"Come in!" Yeltsin shouted from the distance.

It opened the door casually and it was a political assistant holding a letter. A woman in her 40s,she had long brown hair,aging face and palish skin tone.

"Same as usual with your drinking habit,sir?" she said,spotting vodkas beneath his desk and one on his hand.

Yeltsin slowly stood up. She was afraid that he'll lash out at her for her comment.

"That's none of your business,Valka!" he raised his tone,trying to conceal his drunk voice "You don't get to nose on one's privacy!"

Valka rubbed the back of her head,gulping for her mistake.

"What do you want from me?"

"A letter reached your mail,sir." Valka explained,handing the letter over "I'm not sure from who,but it seems its urgent. Here."

He picked it from her hands and after two seconds,he put down his arms and looked around,annoyed.

"What's with all those letters these days?!" he asked her,angrily,flapping the letter with his left hand "Did the opposition had anything else to do other than sending letters?! I've read countless of them on this year alone and they weren't convincing in the slightest!"

"If it came from your opposition,the mail box would explode." she argued "You know they want you gone."

"Да,да,I know. Let them yap for all I care!" Yeltsin mumbled "I'll step down when my term ends: In 2001."

"It's not just that. Your health would prove y-"

She was cut off by his strong stomp on the floor.

"Are you my doctor?! You're not! Begone!...I have things to do..."

Without a word,Valka simply nodded and left the room.

"Stupid opposition and their letters!" he spat irritably,opening the letter "As if Arisha wasn't enough of a nuisance..."

Rolling his eyes,he started reading his new letter. It was smudged by a liquid of sorts.

"Dear President,

I hope this letter finds you in ill health. Because of you and your actions,my floristry and my flower shop don't make ends meet. To make things worse,my daughter Tatiana has a bad time finding an university to study and I got divorced from my former husband Antonin five years ago. Before our divorce,Antonin fought in Chechnya against those separatist,Islamist scum whom they changed his personality for worse. He got more volatile and started drinking alcohol more than usual,beating us both and leading to this fate to happen between us.

Perhaps I was naive in believing that my Antonin won't get so infuriated from his experience after coming back,or that my poor Tatiana would get a proper education she desires. But as more details of my daughter's complaints emerged,as your buffoonery and drunk incompetence became more clearer,I realize now that my family would be one thousand times better dying in Chechnya than suffer under your tyranny.

May you never again sleep peacefully,for I've not.

Yours,

Masha Yakovleva."

Yeltsin looked away to see the window for some seconds,and then back on the letter. Are those smudges came from her tears? Or were his wet fingers?

It didn't matter. He took another long swing of vodka,folded it and threw it into office's fireplace. The opposition can go shoe a goose.

---

6th May - 02:00

Yeltsin suddenly and swiftly woke up screaming in cold sweat. The lights were off. He panted repeatedly for having a nasty nightmare. In that nightmare,he was bounded on a wooden pole burning alive and the people shouting at him in support for his death. He couldn't do anything other than screaming for help.

He looked at his hands. He was alive and in one piece. Phew,it was just a nightmare. Relieved but not calmed,he got up to drink one vodka bottle and decided to head towards the library. This should help put him back to sleep.

02:10

The rain splashed furiously outside Grand Kremlin Palace,the only sound in an otherwise silent place. It was soothing at the same time.

"Maybe the rain could help me think." thought the disoriented and drunken Yeltsin watching the rain.

The old Boris was baffled. He was sure that he went to the Presidential Library for something but he couldn't remember what it was. Is his once excellent memory started to fail him?

Maybe he just went to grab a book? Some wisdom from Friedman would be useful to put Russia back on track. Maybe some of the classics from Chekhov,his favorite writer,could be helpful to alleviate his insomnia. Did he just went to drink yet another vodka on a comfy chair in the middle of the night? Well,he does. Yeltsin drank vodka on every chair in the Kremlin during his entire administration.

Or maybe he just went to take a look at reports over library's table since he had nothing else to do. If he has nothing else to do,he'll always resort to drink his trademark vodkas.

"I think I should go back to bed." Yeltsin yawned.

The loud noises of his slippers on the carpet from his heavy feet filled him with a feeling of boredom. He felt like each one of his 68 years were coming after him with every step. The drunkard wished to recover the disappeared enthusiasm and energy he used to have when he fought against the Soviet system like St. George stabbing the Red Dragon,or when he occasionally danced in public on celebrations while drunk.

Even the most resonating of failures would fill him with more life than his current decaying situation.

In the end,he ended up grabbing "Eugene Onegin" from Pushkin and read two chapters. With mixture of calm reading and rain pouring,he felt better. He then went back to sleep.

10:00

"Mr. President! Do you hear me?" one of his ministers called him,thumping at the table.

Boris Yeltsin sat there starring forward unconscious for half hour,surrounded by his ministers inside the Duma. He called for a supposed meeting but due to his diminishing health,he didn't knew why did he even done that.

His Prime Minister,Yevgeny Primakov,who sat on his right side,thumped their table to knock out his senses. Having no other choice,Primakov slapped hard the back of Yeltsin's head,almost like a punch.

"AHH!" Yeltsin shouted,shocked "Бля?! Wh-what's happening?"

He rubbed the back of his head and blinked as he realized that he wasn't alone in his office,but in the meeting room. Some of his ministers crossed their arms for his attitude and Primakov let out an impatient snort.

"Mr. President," Primakov asked "are you alright?"

All of his cabinet's eyes were on him. His illness got better of him. Yeltsin blushed for the fact that he wasn't supposed to behave transparent and irresponsibly while in front of them.

"Yes,Mr. Primakov,I'm fine." Yeltsin confessed,coughing "I just had a nightmare last night."

Except himself,all of his ministers turned on each other over what they've just heard. It was the first time their Leader admitted his private concerns in public.

"You called us to discuss about the situation in Chechnya. Right,Mr. President?" Primakov reminded him,clasping his hands.

Five second pause.

"Correct,Mr. Primakov." he replied. Then asked,finger on his lips "So,uhm...what's the current course of war in Chechnya? Any good news?"

"I'm afraid we don't have anything reported for better,sir." his Minister of Defence,Igor Sergeyev,said with disappointment.

"No new changes?"

"Well,we only have bad ones." Sergeyev continued "One of my sergeants warned me that the Russian supply lines in Chechnya will run out in three months if we don't take proper action against the Islamists and help out troops there. Our troops won't be able to sustain themselves for much longer."

Yeltsin hummed.

"I'm not sure if we could launch the offensive against them right now,Mr. Sergeyev." he said "This separatist conflict isn't that alerting. Chechnya is just o-"

"It'll become so if we don't do something against them!" Sergeyev objected angrily,standing up swiftly. Two of the ministers who sat next to him turned their heads at Defense Minister "For боже sake,you're the Supreme Commander-in-Chief! Have you forgotten your other positions as the President?"

He indeed forgot. His vodka addiction made his memories disappear bit by bit.

"Of course I do!" Yeltsin also stood up,lying.

"Then,what should I order the troops to do?"

Ten seconds of thinking.

"Sergeyev! I order you to close the Russian-Chechnya border to combat attacks and criminal activity,and tell the border guards to shoot suspects on sight." Yeltsin answered like a bolt "That way,any Islamist and sadly,innocents,who dares to escape Chechnya will be killed or injured."

Sergeyev smiled.

"Да,sir!" he saluted and sat down.

Another five seconds of silence.

"Mr. Shapovalyants!" he called his Minister of Economy Andrei Shapovalyants "Any news about our Economy?"

"In all honesty,the Ruble is plummeting while at the same time,our reforms are alive and kicking."

"Glad to hear it,Mr. Shapovalyants!" Yeltsin smiled,congratulating him "Let's hope our people and our 'know-how' get better."

They then went on to talk about other issues for an hour. Although Yeltsin rightfully believed that some of his ministers were working against him in the shadows,he brushed it off because the meeting went well for him.

18:00

After finishing his scheduled work and chose to take some rest,he went back to his office and grabbed the phone. He wanted to know how's her earthling Arisha. He knew how's his twin brother Ivan going: He ended up in a Rehab Clinic to control his desperate Vodka addiction on par with Yeltsin's. They often drank together in various pubs and sang lots of Russian songs for a flavor. The rest of the Pub's guests who also drank vodkas didn't like seeing Yeltsin,but they were standing him.

He had to know what's she doing. Yes,Arisha is visibly angry at him,but he strongly opposed the ongoing NATO's bombings against her younger brother and warned of possible Russian intervention if NATO deployed ground troops to Kosovo. How could she hate him today if he had stood for her?

Boris the Drunkard opened the shelf,picked his telephone index,read Arisha's phone number and started dialing. No response came from her on the first and second try. He only heard the telephone's beeping of unavailability after ringing.

13th,14th and finally,on 15th time,he gave up. Wasting exactly half an hour of trying to contact her,he placed his hand on his forehead and took a deep breath. Maybe her earthling he cared about was busy fighting and aiding Vuk,or did she ignored his calls?

7th May - 13:15

Convinced by his Economy Minister's comment from the last meeting,Yeltsin came up with an idea to bring Russia's economy to fruition: He's going to ask Alfred Jones,America's earthling,for an IMF loan. Why not?

Yeltsin dialed his number and placed his telephone on his ear. It rang and,contrary to Arisha,he got him.

"Hello?"

"Boris Yeltsin,President of Russia." he said,trying to articulate the normal tone out of his drunken voice.

Alfred growled.

"Why did you woke me up at late hours?!" he asked him,irritated "I haven't started to take a shower,taking m's and working out!"

Yeltsin didn't excepted that young man to sound so hostile at him. Also,what the fuck are "M's",he thought.

"I don't think so,Mr. Jones." Yeltsin tried to correct him "It's early afternoon."

"We don't have the same time zones,stupid gramps. It's 5:15 in Washington DC..." Alfred replied sarcastically,then asked,raising his tone "Why did you call?"

"Can you allow me to negotiate and take an IMF loan?"

"No."

"Почему?"

"I gave you a chance on 24th March to have a meeting over IMF loans,but that insolent whore called Arishit never went there!" Alfred replied,angrily.

Yeltsin got deeply offended by that statement.

"First of all,Alfred,you don't get to insult my earthling! Only I can do that!" he retorted,also angrily "And second of all,Arisha and Primakov have cancelled the IMF visit because of your war against Yugoslavia which I stand against!... I once warned you,your President and his company that if you continue perpetuate these attacks,you'll cause an European,if not another World,War!"

He closed his mouth. His almost-gone side of reason spoke through him,rarest in these occasions. However,he feared Alfred's response. He'll probably yell at him,or not.

"Hmph...Once a Commie,always a Commie." Alfred mocked him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Old habits die hard,am I right? Traitor?"

"Traitor?!" he shouted,confused "What are you talking about?!"

"What am I talking about...How can you stand against me and let her do as she pleases,like how she did in the last UNSC summit?!" Alfred asked him back with more anger "Seems like the Moscow School has taught you lots of tricks..."

Yeltsin changed the topic immediately.

"Do you know what happened to me yesterday?"

"Hmm?"

"Yesterday,I had a nightmare where I was bounded by a wooden pole and got burnt alive by my people. I-It was so painful and,may I say...realistic..."

"And do you know what happened to me three days ago?"

"What?"

"I got downed by that inferior imp called Genocidal Brat and," Alfred complained angrily "no matter how much Arishit would deny that she's defending him,it happened to me in real life."

"Действительно?"

"Yes. You can't imagine how rep-p-pellent this SAVAGE is fucking with me and my psyche...They're ruining my h-hard-earned Pax Americana! WHY CAN'T HE JUST DIE ALREADY!?"

After he seethed with shivers inside his tone,he screamed in frustration and slammed his fist at the wall. It made Yeltsin to wide his eyes and gulp.

"And what's your point in all of this?" Yeltsin asked further,out of curiosity.

"You know fucking well how much effort did I put to liberate the World from cancerous Communism?"

"Yes,Mr. Jones. You did."

"And yet you dared to try to speak against me as if I'm the representative of a Third World filthhole like that niggie called Dalmanie Ayushe of Namibia,instead of the greatest number one country on Earth called ME!"

"I swear,I've never in my life stood against you!..."

"Yeah,yeah,whatever. And the perfection would be if you threw me a nuclear threat! Grrr,as if your treasonous posturing wasn't enough for my nerves..."

Yeltsin didn't replied. Alfred took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"You best remove Primakov out of his position as soon as possible,and teach that cow a lesson!" Alfred demanded,severely "Why? Because if it weren't for me,you would've ended up like in your nightmare! Remember your last election? I made sure you win despite your extreme unpopularity! You're my puppet,after all..."

"Ok,ok,I get it!" Yeltsin shouted again,no longer wanting to hear his psychotic ramblings "Will you ge-"

"Your SOLE job is to keep Arisha contained forever,for you yourself are the only tool of maintaining my victory in check!" Alfred cut him off "Just how the Socialist Nazi Germany,ironic as it is,contributed the most against Communism and other degeneracy!"

Did he just praised Nazism? Not even Yeltsin himself would go this far. He's against Communism,but not that much.

"L-Listen to me,Mr. Jones." Yeltsin stuttered,impatient "Could you give me the IMF lo-"

Alfred hung the phone. He wanted to ask if he could give him the loan and what he got were ramblings of an unhinged psychopath.

"Son of a..."

And slammed his receiver at the telephone,pissed off. He also took a pencil and broke it in half to relieve his frustration.

Now he has to consult with the Oligarchy to give him aid after lunch. But first,a vodka or two would relieve his frustration. Emptying bottles in private surely recovers his mood.

---

8th May - 12:30

"US Air Force bombs Chinese embassy in Belgrade"

It's the first thing he read after getting out of the Kremlin to,with best of his anonymity skills,buy a newspaper and return.

He was flabbergasted at the headline. Was this for real? NATO couldn't have possibly gone so far as to attack an embassy of a Great Power. Are they really eager to start another World War?

He opted to contact Alfred to make him explain why did he targeted this embassy,but he changed his mind not to because of the yesterday's conversation. Alfred would call him a 'traitor' again.

"This can't be happening,right?" Yeltsin said,worringly,placing his hand on his forehead.

No soon after trudging through thoughts,he called his Foreign Minister Igor Ivanov in the middle of Kremlin's main hall to give him the following orders.

"Mr. Ivanov." he told him,formally "I want you to put off a planned three-day visit to Britain and tell the journalists from Moscow that NATO's latest bombing error would seriously complicate the work being done to negotiate an end to the war in Yugoslavia."

"Understood,Mr. President. But,what about you?"

"I'll deliver a harsh message to NATO and their leaders,America,Britain and Germany,while you'll do what I've just said." Yeltsin explained,sternly. He then sighed heavily and shook his head "I'm not very well lately and I don't want to keep chatting with you. Now,off you go!"

Ivanov nodded in response and went away. Next,he ordered the political crew to set cameras on so that his message would get televised. He'll do Arisha a great favor,or at least calm his population down.

Yeltsin cleared his throat.

"To anyone watching or listening,I would like to state something about the recent attack on Chinese Embassy in Belgrade." he began his speech "This attack was yet another flagrant violation of international law by NATO leaders and I call on them to end their military action in Yugoslavia immediately!"

He paused for ten seconds,looking through his eyes to watch the hall. No one except the crew were there.

"While it's not my intention to end relations with the West by any means,this is a blatant outrage and its unjustifiable!" he continued,getting more serious "Responsibility for those consequences fully rests with those who masterminded this venture and I would suggest the West to STOP its hostile actions against European security and stability,before these very harsh consequences blew at your faces. I hope you understood me,Russia and her people."

The recording ended and was ready for its TV release. Yeltsin shook hands with the crew and went back to his office,happy for doing his job.

On the other hand,though,the side effects from his Vodka addiction took effect. He got a big headache abruptly and his bones ached once more. He stand those pains while he had delivered his short speech. He just hopes that Arisha would respond soon. He deep down misses her.

9th May - 10:30

The turnout from previous day ended up in his favor. After his headache was gone,he contacted Liu and had a friendly conversation. Yeltsin told her that he's in favor for another UNSC meeting she's arranging against Alfred's attacks against Vuk and that,in a voice akin to a conspiracy theorist,America has sent a strategic challenge to the World community which can result in a global apocalypse.

"I appreciate your condemnation,Mr. Yeltsin." Liu replied "I'm now flying towards Athens where my best friend Arisha is at."

"Strange." Yeltsin commented,doubtful "Why would she go there?"

"Because her friends are also in Athens,that's what Arisha told me yesterday afternoon." she answered "I swear,I hadn't been so furious over what that hundan did to my embassy since Kiku's rape against Nanking. I was THIS CLOSE to flip a table in rage!"

"And once you arrive,would you want to tell her the news about your UNSC progress?" Yeltsin suggested "I know Arisha despises me to the core."

"No shit she does!" Liu exclaimed,bluntly.

At the last minute of their talks,he told her about his health condition and stress over his fate. Her response was:

"There's no hope saving you,sir. You brought this on yourself."

Her last sentence made him worry. In some ways,she was right.

17:00

For the rest of today,Yeltsin declared that this day will be a lazy day. A lazy day like any other Sunday. Nothing to worry about,nothing to concern himself with. A critic could point out that it won't be exactly much different from every other day,but Yeltsin had shunned his critics over the years. Nowadays,he started to see that their words became effective to unveil his clothes of lies and cheap demagogy. If it weren't for that nightmare,he would've still stayed blinded.

He lounged on his bed for an hour or two at a time inside his bedroom,slipping through various states of consciousness,sleep and trance. He hated the last thing the most,reminding him too much of being awake without the ability to drink and soften the blows. Then again,a camel can walk for two weeks without drinking a sip of anything,while he can drink for two weeks without making a move.

Taking a nap while sitting,he journeyed around nowhere inside his mind,sensing the void surrounding him. It stayed that way until a flash of light formed itself before his eyes. He ran towards it and when he got near it,he ended up reaching behind a burning wooden pole. He saw his dying self getting engulfed in flames,and the last thing he had seen was a bullet sprinting through his other self's head,ending the screams.

Yeltsin opened his eyes in a split second,shook his head rapidly and let out a yell. He breathed steadily. That blasted nightmare again... Why can't it leave him alone while taking a break?!

It made him even more nervous than three days ago. Rumors of the upcoming impeachment against him were growing into becoming a reality which he can only pinch himself that it won't happen.

Between end-time nightmares,diving unpopularity,constant phone calls and stress from trying to fix things up,a part of him considered to announce his resignation and live the rest of his life with his family. His other part had none of it. The other part wants to continue ruling and show those who challenge him that he's the most legitimate leader of Russia,especially Communists,National Bolsheviks and Fascists from LDPR and Russian National Unity.

He didn't knew what to do. He could continue resting,but episodes from 1993 and 1996 won't help him at all. "FOCUS,BORIS,FOCUS! GET HOLD OF YOURSELF!" were the words he disciplined himself via shouting inside,to keep him leisured until tomorrow.

He got up to open and looked around through window. The environment and streets were same as before,depressing and miserable. He felt that somebody watched his poked head outside his window. They most probably shouting their hateful words against him or showing their middle fingers at him,and deservedly so.

He let his kneed fall on the floor. Did he failed his people that badly? Yeltsin couldn't have possibly been the worst ruler of Russia in its history,more than his predecessors. He tried his best to prove the history contrary. Ignoring America's cloak which shields him from revelations,his potential death is all but assured.

Many like him believe that only God can judge their fate,but he had replaced God's side of judgment. And his people are following his suit.

---

10th May - 11:25

Monday has arrived. Everyone in Russia was ready for work,though many of them didn't want to get out because of their impoverishment. Their working days were just the same as any of their days. High working hours,low earnings and miserable working conditions discouraged them to keep on working or not out of spite,depending on their class.

To Yeltsin,it was indifferent. He went outside to take some fresh air and go to the pub he and Ivan used to drink together. Dizziness,fatigue,headache and pains from his stomach haven't ceased fully.

He smiled brightly at the sky,feeling the chilling breeze flying over his face. He hadn't came out of Kremlin for the last two weeks,and he hadn't felt the melancholia over his healthy decision to do so. He has finally taken the opportunity to interact with his citizens.

Wearing his black jacket and an ushanka,Yeltsin walked forward to reach his destination,all the while his people who barely recognized his face or appearance hadn't paid much attention,since they were busy doing their own things which worsened by him.

Halfway where the pub was located in the east of Moscow,he stumbled upon a beggar sitting on the sidewalk. Yeltsin stopped and turned to him. That unknown beggar lost one of his legs and his hands were dirty which described everything about Russia's condition. He held the "Homeless Veteran,Please Help!" sign and was shaking his free hand for money.

"You there!..." the beggar called him,moaning "Can you please give me a Ruble or two?"

Yeltsin starred at him as he pointed at his hat on the sidewalk where cash was placed inside.

"I beg you...whoever you are..." he pleaded,suppressing the urge to cry "Some cash for my survival..."

Yeltsin cut off his sights to look down at the road,and then he reverted the gaze. He shrugged his shoulder and walked away,dismissing him as if it's an everyday thing to occur (which it is,in the current stage). He didn't want to waste time pitying him and not to drink shit inside a pub.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY COMPATION?!" the beggar turned his head and shouted angrily at him.

He responded with nothing but a loud fart. It was heard one meter away. Disgusted by this response,the beggar looked away and cried in suffering.

Ten minutes of walking and he finally reached the pub. When he opened its door,the immediate smell of vodka flew through his nostrils. Everyone inside turned at him. They had red noses from drinking a lot all the time. Few of those people recognized his face and they were shocked seeing him.

"Здравствуйте!" Yeltsin shouted blissfully after the door got closed "How's your day?"

No one replied to his good-willing question except the boss of this pub called Vitomir Kuznetsov,who gave him a long murderous look. Like any decent Russian,Vitomir and his wife Olga held a deadly grudge against their President and,despite tolerating his presence over the last eight years,they this time wanted him out of their sights.

Before they resorted to work in a bar,the Kuznetsovs used to work in an oil industry in St. Petersburg before that industry colapssed via bankrupcy in 1993.

Vitomir (who has no facial hair) spread his hands on the table.

"It was better when you were rubbing your butthole during Soviet's last years in the Parliament than when you took power." Vitomir replied,seething.

"Oh,Mr. Kuznetsov,why are you so hostile all of the sudden?" Yeltsin tried to reason with him.

"Don't pretend you don't know shit,Boris!" Vitomir retorted,pointing his finger at him "All of the people around us come here because of you. Because they need something to mend their misery!...You should've realized that you weren't welcome here. My wife would say the same!"

"Then why did you allowed me to enter?"

It only made Vitomir more angrier.

"And did you know that my son Yuri has just enrolled in Kosmosol?" Vitomir told him,angrily "I know you hate Communists and Socialists so much,right,Boris?"

Yeltsin felt a headache and blood pressure coming in. Yet another Commie recruit?! Does the Russian youth want to launch a rebellion again him? Oh,wait,most of the populace would wish for that to happen.

He uncovered his real feelings with a calm facade.

"Was this question supposed to offend me,Mr. Kuznetsov?"

"No,that's not w-"

He took a deep breath and placed his hand on his face. It was useless to provoke him into leaving.

"So,did you came to drink vodka on pub's debt?" he asked,crossing his arms.

"Absolutely,but not on debt." Yeltsin sat down in front of him on a seat.

"Oh really?!" Olga showed up,intervening with a retort "Do you know how much you owe? 4000 Rubles!"

"This is a free country." the Drunkard argued "Anyone can do whatever they want,including the right to drink."

He was obviously lying. There's no such thing as the "Right to Drink".

"Coming from the one who needs two liters of vodka a day to live!"

Yeltsin frowned at her and blushed from offence. Everything was silent for ten seconds.

"Anyways,can you give me two bottles of vodka?"

"Why should we?" Vitomir said "You have tons of them in Kremlin!"

"I ran out of them."

Vitomir rolled his eyes and handed those two bottles to him.

"Here you go..."

Yeltsin smiled and started drinking. Vitomir and Olga didn't like seeing their so-called president gulping loudly as he drank too many times. If it weren't for these bullshit 'consequences' from hurting the Head of State and/or his ministers,either of them would've gladly slapped him hard unconscious. Multiple times.

"Another two,please?..." he requested after finishing two vodkas. His face and voice became tipsy and silly.

Olga took two of them and placed them on Yeltsin's desk. He did so again.

"M-(hick)-M-More!" he demanded,hiccupping with semi-closed eyes.

They looked at each other,making faces of astonishment and outrage. They couldn't believed it.

"Olga,pick six of them!"

"Six?!"

"Да!"

She went downstairs to do so.

"And you,Boris!..." he shouted at him,seeing his president's face becoming more sleepy "This will be your last round! If you demand more,you'll get out of this house! And never come back!"

"Mmph..." Yeltsin murmured with his face touching his fourth bottle of vodka "S-s-sure!..."

Olga brought six vodkas to Yeltsin and she slammed their bottoms at the desk,awakening Yeltsin's conscience.

"Better pay them up!..." she told him through gritted teeth,angered. She wanted to crush his skull so badly.

Yeltsin responded with a grotesque burp,so loud that everyone thought he almost destroyed windows' glass. When he finished the final one,he demanded once more. But this time,they finally had it.

"VODKAS HAVE RAN OUT,YOU BOAR!" Olga yelled at him,enraged.

After her yells,echoes came through a sudden silence. Tense and unpredictable silence. Though they didn't care and felt pride for insulting Yeltsin to his face,they were kinda scared about what he'll do.

He rose his head at them,very slowly.

"Did you just called me...'boar'?..." Yeltsin asked,quietly but severely.

Shivers ran down her spine,and said nothing. Even if she did,Olga unleashed the blow.

Yeltsin roared,grabbed three empty bottles and smashed them onto her face. Next,he gripped her hair and slammed her face on the desk. She screamed in pain. Blood rose up and ran down her head and face.

Vitomir closed his teeth and punched him strongly at Yeltsin's face,causing the latter to get a near fall to the floor. Yeltsin cleaned the blood from his mouth,stood upright and wobbled as all the blood gushed through his head.

"GET OUT OFF OUR SIG-"

"IF YOU DARE CALL THE POLICE ON ME,I'LL SEND MY ARMY TO ENVICT YOU TO PRISON AND HAVE YOUR CAREER ENDED!" Yeltsin cut him off,screaming at top of him lungs through a drunken tone,threatening them.

His wrath was visible. He swooped bottles from desk down to floor,breaking them apart. Vitomir fell for that threat and caused him to not do anything anymore,only to stare at him with an opened mouth.

Whilst doing so,he saw her wife crying uncontrollably and comforted her by hugging. Yeltsin went toward the door,and turned to them for one last time.

"FOR NO-O-OW ON," he snarled,again hiccupping "YOU'RE CRIMINALS OF RUSSIA! I WON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR BRATTY COMPAINTS! IF THIS WAS THE SOVIET UNION,YOU'D END UP IN THE FUCKING GULAGS! SLIMY PEASANTS!"

And slammed the door so hard it destroyed the lock and opened wide open. Their job received a death blow which won't fade away any time soon. How would their son Yuri react? For sure,he would only harden his resolve to put an end to Yeltsin's rule.

Vitomir's wife kept on sobbing as the rest of the guests shocked at their witness to this violent scene.

"All of you!" Vitomir called them,defeated "Get out! Don't pay anything!...The pub's closed!"

All of them left. Some of them were happy that they won't pay shit. Vitomir looked around to see if absolutely no one was inside,and looked back at her grieving wife.

"I w-want h-h-him dead..." Olga stuttered in tears of fury.

"We'll find a way." her husband assured her "If we could contact Arisha,our earthling,she'll come up with a lethal method to end this PIG FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

He tightened his grip as he yelled those words out.

"W-we don't have her number..."

"Me too,but I know who does..."

"НЕТ!" she shouted,turning her body at him and removing his hands off of her "We should NEVER contact that monster ever again! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Not him,my dear." he told her. Then asked "Ivan does."

"But Arisha's brother is in the rehab!"

"Yes,and we'll go to St Petersburg Rehab to ask him for her phone number. Our neighbors Viktor and Naya,the ones who run a cafeteria a street away from us,informed me. I'm sure you remember them." Vitomir continued,getting calm. Olga nodded "We can't report to the police because of Yeltsin's control over them,but once she hears us,she'll make sure her attempt to impeach Yeltsin will end his life or at least,inside prison for the rest of his pathetic,sickening life!

"And what if it fails..."

"Then we'll ban him from entering our house ever again. I swear it!"

They stood there for an hour. Their place was dead inside. Chairs and pieces of glass spread around the floor... The Kuznetsovs also thought about Yuri and his reaction.

This was their worst day,all because they let their 'president' inside once again. It was the first time they tasted what Arisha and Ivan have endured. And now,they swore to never commit that mistake again.

21:00

Yeltsin barely entered the Kremlin palace after what he had done on this day. He came in drunk as fuck. Wobbling here and there,he went to his office and,after three footsteps,fell on the floor. He going to sleep like that like a bear for the rest of the night. What a day.

Those loudmouths paid for their disrespectfulness towards him,or so he thought. At the same time,the vodka took him over. He hasn't controlled himself. His 'interaction' was nothing but his way to uphold his drinking 'tour'. And to think that Arisha hasn't heard of this incident he had caused.

He didn't meant to act hostile and uncaring for no reason,right? Oh,wait,who was he kidding. They never liked him to begin with!

Regardless...did he lost control over his life?

11th May - 12:00

Yeltsin got up slowly from the floor like a turtle,groaning out of sober. He closed and opened his eyes to refresh the view. He wondered around,shocked and amazed,to figure out how did he ended up in his office. Was he supposed to sleep on his bedroom and not here? He must've done something ridiculous.

His memories from yesterday...hell,the day before that,have vanished. Yeltsin didn't remember shit.

He smelled his hands and breath. It was the smell of alcohol. Better wash his hands,take a shower,clean his breath and be off to work,he thought.

20:00

After doing some paperwork and taking two bottles of vodka for this day,he received a report about Russia's current economic status. The report had been located on his desk after eating lunch.

Taking the report and reading it word by word,Yeltsin placed his left hand to cover his mouth. He couldn't believed what he read. Russia's stocks were falling down in an enormous rate.

He slammed the report in anger and his face became partially red.

"Who's responsible for this outcome?!" he thought,infuriated.

Yeltsin had in mind to call anyone who did this. There are three suspects he picked: Andrei Shapovalyants,Yevgeny Primakov,and himself. The first one told him that the President's reforms were alive and kicking despite Ruble's plummeting,thus wanting him to stay the course. The second didn't had interest about Russia's economy except implementing a tax reform. And Yeltsin sought to ask Alfred to give him an IMF loan,but he ignored him.

Who's to blame? He wasn't sure,but whoever it was,he'll spend the rest of this day deciding whom to sack against.

---

12th May - 09:30

Primakov was summoned by his President to tell him something 'important' in the Presidential Office. He was completely confused,wondering why did his leader wanted to see him very early. He planned to eat breakfast before the latter announced this.

Shrugging his shoulders,he opened the door and saw Yeltsin sitting on his chair as usual. His president gave him a reproachful and serious look at his face.

"Mr. President," he began "why have you summoned me so early in the morning?"

A ten-second unpleasant silence came through. Yeltsin got up from the chair and approached his Prime Minister.

"I've made a difficult decision,Mr. Primakov." Yeltsin said,sternly.

"Which is?"

"You're dismissed as the Prime Minister of Russia."

Primakov gasped in shock. What is he talking about (he thought)?! He and Duma itself knew that Yeltsin had a long history of fighting with the Duma and firing aides and ministers who appear to overshadow him.

"Why?!" Primakov raised his tone,getting angry "Have I done something wrong?!"

"Yes. You failed to turn around the economy which has been mired in a major crisis." Yeltsin explained,turning his back at him and clasping his hands behind his back. "While you've been given credit for doing a great job restoring stability and improving our diplomatic skills for defense of Russia's interests,you ostensibly left the economy for the sluggish pace."

"This can't be..." Primakov said to himself,rubbing his nape.

He was about to reply,but his President continued after a pause.

"We have no right to put off making decisions that are necessary for the revival of the economy for another six months." he added "Delays and procrastination,I am sure,are the most serious blow today to stability in the economy and our social sphere."

"'МЫ?!' ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Primakov protested,angrily "Excuse me my language,but how did you reached that conclusion?!"

"I got a report the day earlier about your and the ministry's negligence over our economy." Yeltsin retorted,trying to keep his sincere facade. He then turned his head to glace him "Again,you hadn't really backed my laissez-faire strategy."

"What are you talking about?! It was precisely because of YOUR 'reforms' that worsened 'our' economic situation,not me!" he shouted,angered and confused,feeling sweat fripping down his forehead "I don't know what's happening to you,Mr. President,but this isn't an excuse to dismiss me just like that because of your fear of the third impeachment!"

"Don't you dare mention 'impeachment' in front of me,Yevgeny!"

"Do you think I don't know about your fear of losing power?!"

Upon hearing his Prime Minister's defying and angry words,Yeltsin fumed in hidden rage.

"Are you questioning my authority?!"

"No I'm n-"

He pushed Primakov violently and he lost balance. Primakov fell on the floor hardly and felt big pain on his back and head.

"Tell my Interior Minister Sergei Stepashin that he'll replace you as the PM and that you and ALL of your cabinet be reshuffled for the future of Russia!"

"It'll be too late when you realize what you've done,Boris!" Promakov shouted back,getting up and waging his finger at him "Your dismissal against me will be the virulent declaration of war against Duma! MARK MY WORDS!"

"Yeah,yeah,piss off!" Yeltsin sneered,hands on his hips "I don't want to see your insolent face until you clean up your act!"

Primakov left and closed the door loudly. In an attempt to compensate his supposed 'mistakes',he told Duma point blank that they should categorically be against impeachment. Communists,who controlled the majority of Duma,brushed him off and also told him to leave. Upset by all of this,he quickly went to eat breakfast and prepare himself for the impeachment procedure.

Yeltsin got what he wanted. In truth,aside of his paranoia for his life against the impeachment,he ultimately accepted Alfred's demand to get rid of Primakov six days ago. Regardless,the Russian people will heed Primakov's words and turn it into Yeltsin's harsh tomorrow.

He was indeed "The Leader's" puppet,and it'd be seen how much days would this fact last.

13th May - 15:30

The strike of the drunk,fat lizard shattered the glass political equilibrium and throughout the day in was an agonizing presentiment of an imminent coup. None of the ministers could be sure that this day of squabblings would not be their last. The hourly expectation of a blow in the back filled the previously cozy meeting room into becoming crowded with television cameras through tension.

Primakov was right all along.

The feeling of danger of a nightly conspiracy,a dirty trick,a provocation imparted the ministers to the newly created history more than the grandeur of an unprecedented impeachment preparation. Everything could change,explode,or disappear any minute. Somewhere very close in the Kremlin,the opponents feverishly calculated moves,prepared strikes in new directions. The Duma proceeded to launch it as if it were putting on battle armor and the caked theses of the reports turned into oxygen of victorious reports from all fronts.

Sweat on the faces of the speakers,their verbal battles,slips of the tongue,unexpected moves,changing tactics,breaking the pace,tests of strength,replicas from the seats,currents invisible to the eye,intrigues on the sidelines,etc...the usual Duma seething this time was filled with unexplored poignancy and energy. The Duma was marching into a chaotic battle,and even the living defense of red and imperial Russian banners at the central entrance,which yesterday seemed out of place,was now seen as a reliable occurrence.

Yeltsin was in his room,patroling around and stressed out by this reaction against him,his new shuffled ministers and Stepashin. He acknowledged that this would indeed explode into political chaos but yet,he dismissed his former PM as if he was a delusional prophet of Apocalypse.

His heart was pumping by the sight of this chaos and swore to never come out of Kremlin until the impeachment ends. They can go without him.

A small part of him regretted his acceptance to Alfred's words,but most of him saw this as a great move.

One of his ministers opened the door abruptly and told him that a postman has sent a letter to him. He nodded and went through the rough crowd to take this letter to read.

"Who sent this letter at this moment?!..." he mumbled grumpily,annoyed.

When he did so,he returned to his office,unlocked it and sat on his chair to open the letter. It had the signature of Arisha on its envelope.

It made him smile in joy and relief. After an entire week she finally gave him a reply,God bless her. He missed her so much. How's she going? He'll see.

Two seconds later,he realized that what she had wrote didn't fit his expectations. It was neither sweet nor friendly. It was the opposite.

"Oink,oink...

(I'm not making fun of you...I'm speaking through your instincts...)

I have one question for you: Who do you think you are? How dare you call me non-stop last week while I was taking care of my poor Vuk,who's in an equal condition as my people. You gave me 15 missed calls (I had to turn off my phone just so I can stop listening to these obnoxious vibrations)! With which thing did you deserve to get my attention or even compassion? An apology? A mere apology would be the WORST joke of the World! After what you've done to me and my people over the last eight years,you expect me to visit you with a smile? GOD,you're so shameless!

Oh,and your condemnation against the pindo's attack on Liu's embassy and your conversation with her weren't good enough! Again,it won't remedy your atrocities and felonies!

But let's say you'll have your way and coming to your office. What would you do then? Beat me like you do with your wife (DON'T FUCKING RETORT AT ME! I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T!)? Lock me up in a private room to suffer like my twin brother Ivan,every week? 'Entertain' me with your sex with your vodkas? Stop pretending that you care about me. YOU DON'T! PERIOD! And you've probably even whipped your ass with my previous letter because it held truths you didn't like,hurting your precious feelings!

And I like how you fired a decent PM Primakov and assaulted the Kuznetsovs and ruined their career and lives,all because they didn't gave you ONE HUNDRED FUCKING VODKAS for this day (they told me through a phone call)! Is this how you 'interact' with your citizens nowadays?! It just proves that you're a literal parasite leaching off citizens' happiness for your pleasure,which is one of the many offences that could deservedly destroy your reputation and strengthen the impeachment!

Your dear days have been counted,Capitalist pig! The time of reckoning will come after you and this time,you WON'T get away with it like you did in 1993 and 1996! Almost all of my people will back me! If you're SO DESPARATE to see my presence,meet me at overmorrow morning in Duma. Let's see if you could stand in the court and face justice in front of your enemies. I won't be alone. Like I've said,you and your oligarchy are dead to me. You're beyond redemption. A lost case! I and my people will stop you in your tracks,and make sure you end up with the same fate as any dirty,treasonous and rotten PIG you are! I won't rest until you accept your demise,political or literal!

I sometimes wish I could roast you alive in a stake,but then I would only get fat filled with vodka for celebratory lunch without any meat. Why? Look yourself in the mirror.

Signed,

Arisha and Russians."

Her furious rants didn't pleased him at all. She mentioned 'roasting him alive at the stake'? It was familiar to him. Wait...it's quite similar to his nightmare! Was this deliberate on her part?

Yeltsin crumpled and ripped the paper apart in rage and threw it into the fire. That bitch Arisha was insolent and defiant from the start as Alfred had told him,acting as though she represents all of his people. He'll punish her severely if she fails to defeat him.

---

14th May - 22:00

At late night,he was visited by three people inside his office. All of them wore everything black,including black masks covered with black bandana. Suits,coats,hats,you name it.

They stood in front of the confused Yeltsin who went through agonizing hearings he usually avoided into participating within the inner chamber of Duma. He tried his very best not to subject himself anymore to it,but he'll be there anyway tomorrow. Using excuses won't work on them,because they'll block them.

Yeltsin asked himself what were they doing and how did they managed to enter the Kremlin. Are they going to kidnap and/or kill him? His suspicions were bigger than the litters he had swallowed for an entire week alone.

"Who are you?"

"Your question is irrelevant." one of those figures spoke out coldly,standing still like his other two "We came here to help you out,Boris Yeltsin."

"What help?" Yeltsin kept asking "How do you know me?"

"We don't have much time,sir." the second figure replied "Your life and career is on jeopardy and asking questions wastes your own time."

Yeltsin got up.

"Follow us." the third one called.

Assuming that they were probably his agents or the CIA in disguise,he didn't had any other alternative. All of them exited his office and bypassed the crowd full of politicians and journalists. Yeltsin appreciated their effort to accompany him while covering his body. They ignored the crowd's words of confusion and curiosity.

And whenever he attempted to ask something,the brushed him off and told him to stay quiet.

Three figures and him went downstairs several times until they reached an unknown basement,the very bottom beneath the Kremlin Palace. It was pitch black,old in its structure,and the only light came from a lamp standing on the sole rounded desk located at the center of this room. Not even the light switches worked.

"Please,sit down."

The first figure grabbed the unseated chair for him and moved backwards to let Yeltsin sit. Yeltsin did so and he thanked the figure.

"Before we start the counseling or how's it called..." Yeltsin said "Can you tell me who are you?"

"Call us how you like,Mr. President." the second figure answered,hidding his annoyed tone "Although,we prefer to call us A,B and C to ease it up for you."

"Спасибо,I guess..."

Silence dominated the room. The candle's light is diminishing per each second. Yeltsin expected that one of the three would say something,but he realized they didn't want to do so until he responds first.

"So...how can you save me from this torrent I'm currently enduring?" Yeltsin asked,shyly. Then,he raised his voice "My health is worsening after each day and most of the Russian population wants me dead!"

Fear,impotence and anger was spotted on Yeltsin's voice. Despite seeing them for the first time and perhaps,the only time,he deep down knew its true. He didn't want to reveal his feelings to the public after what he had done. The three figures seem to notice it.

"And don't get me started on my nightmare I had not long ago...about my immolating death..."

"We see." figure A,who stood between B and C,said "You have three choices at your disposal,sir."

Hearing his words,figure C turned to his back,opened the suitcase and rummaged around. After five seconds,he found what he wanted and picked three cards which were placed on the table. These cards weren't like from those standard card packs.

"What are those?" Yeltsin asked,looking down at them.

"These are the choices we offer for you." figure B answered "Flip one of the cards."

Without thinking,he flipped the first card. Its background was white decorated with shadowy corners,and it featured a yellow halo and a simple yellow figurine with raised hands resembling the cross,with its head raised upward.

"This card offers the best fate you ever hoped for." figure B commented,placing his blackened hand on Yeltsin's left shoulder "You yourself wish to become a National Hero,is that correct?"

"Yes I do. It's my biggest dream!"

"Well,you could become one in no time by abandoning your drunkard life. No matter the Russia's cultural habitat,vodka never suited you." figure B explained in a friendly manner. Yeltsin listened patiently "You know you love Democracy and Freedom too much,as well as America's principles of Life,Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. If you still do,resign. Resign,and you'll be remembered as the man who at least tried to recover Russia to its feet from the Soviet clutches. Resolving bounds between you and them will be secured with words,not weapons."

He actually liked the first choice,but he knew that the people's opinion towards him can't be set back to 100% in one day. It's too late.

"Yes,yes,I could do that." Yeltsin nodded in affirmation,making a calm face "I could do that."

"Good. Let's flip the second card in the middle."

And he did. It was yellow and a vodka bottle was pictured on it.

"Drink more vodka?"

"Yes. The second choice is the status quo." figure A replied,crossing his arms "You could get away as you did before,by resisting the impeachment. It'll require just a little bit of shoving the opposition out of the way,and its still entirely possible. Get past them with your remaining rhetorical skills and taste the aroma of relief once more."

That fit him the best. He would not only continue ruling,but he'll also avoid the potential death.

"And what's the third choice?"

Figure C flipped the final card and displayed it at him. It was pure black and showed three bright red symbols. The red skull,fires lingering behind it,and a red knife pushed through back of the skull to its mouth. It obviously signified death,and the red color reflected blood.

It made Yeltsin gulp in fear.

"Revenge!" figure C uttered that word with sharpness. His explanation was told through voice of hostility "You could double down,becoming worse than you've ever imagined. If the opposition,haters and dissidents are already declaring your monsterhood,then you might as well become one. Law,Order,Death and Awe at all costs,at all times. Form your own death squad under your imagery and use them to slaughter everyone with no mercy or empathy who stand in your way! Install permanent horror upon them,unleash havoc and paint your Capital City with blood,bones and guts of your enemies,disregarding the World opinion!"

Becoming a monstrous and dictatorial tyrant?! To repeat 1993 but with carnage?! He shook his head fastly,and argued to them that its unthinkable and that,having standards,would cause the Second Russian Civil War. The World will get shocked to the core,his people would never forgive him and their hate meter would explode.

The only ones who would get satisfied by this choice would be Alfred and Russia's enemies of the past.

"You don't want the third option?"

"Yes! I don't want to do Hitler's work!" he shouted,slamming the desk with his fist. "Not towards people I deeply love."

Another silence came in. The three figures whispered to one another over his choice.

"What have you decided?"

"Is there a fourth choice?"

Three of them bursted into a grim giggle.

"Fourth? Sure,if you count shoving your gun down your throat and eat a bullet."

Yeltsin grunted at his comment. He's not that depressed not stupid.

"There's no fourth option." figure B clarified "It's off the table."

It's clear now. After many bottles,after many failures,after lively debates,and a small amount of requests to 'sleep it off',he has finally made the decision which'll grant his fate.

"I choose the second choice. The Status Quo one."

Figure B and C stood from their chairs and turned their heads at Yeltsin. Figure A sat eye-to-eye with him and placed his arms on desk.

"A decent choice,no doubt." Figure A concluded. "Now,I want you to clasp your hands with mine,close your eyes and chant the following: This was my decision. I won't turn back."

"Should I trust you on this?"

"Trust me..."

Yeltsin did so and the figure told him to chant these words three times,and open his eyes afterwards. One,two,three and opened his eyes.

What?! Where did they go?! They all vanished the second he uttered the last words from his third repetition. His grip over figure's hands were transparent. He's now completely alone in darkness.

The only thing he saw was a two-page paper laying on the desk. It was a speech,written neatly with crumples. He was incredibly astonished by what just happened.

Whoever they were,he thanked them to the wind and went back to his bedroom immediately after taking the speech paper with him.

Figments of imagination,a hallucination or not,this was his sole paranormal experience his entire life.

---

15th May - 10:50

The fateful day has officially come. The impeachment process is underway. Gennady Zyuganov,Leader of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation,and his followers have rallied against Yeltsin inside and outside of the Kremlin alongside Liberals,Fascists,former Yeltsin's supporters,most of the Military and every average Russian. They surrounded the Kremlin hundreds of thousands,if not millions,waving their flags in the air,and yelled "HE'S FINISHED!","YELTSIN RESIGN!","WE DEFEATED HITLER,WE'LL DEFEAT YELTSIN!". All with full of justifiable hatred.

The impeachment drama was at once vitriolic and easygoing. At 10:00,votes were cast on ballots for the impeachment over five separate accusations against Yeltsin. Zyuganov denounced the votes who opposed impeachment as a betrayal of Russia and pledged that legislators "will pay with their political careers" at the polls. Most legislators have been under intense pressure to vote for impeachment because of Yeltsin's unpopularity among voters.

Yeltsin nearly had a heart attack after seeing something which sent chills down his spine: He saw a wooden pole on the podium with stairs standing in the middle of demonstrators. It wasn't just a part of their protest or a message. Some of those protesters wanted to see him dead,literally. It was referred by those who arranged it as a special 'gift' for Yeltsin,knowing that most of Russians would have no problem about his death.

"Нет...it can't be..."

Is he seeing things? After moving away his hand on his chest,he blinked tightly and reopened his eyes. It still exists. Could this be it? He cannot allow his nine-day old nightmare to fulfill itself.

Meanwhile,one of the entrance guards welcomed Arisha to enter the hall and take a seat in an otherwise almost-full room of attendees. She had a good feeling and at the same time,she was nervous. Arisha couldn't wait to see her President get defeated one way or another,especially due to his passive stance towards NATO's war against Vuk. She ate breakfast at Kremlin's cafe beforehand.

Everyone inside waited for him to appear in order to begin their speeches against him. Arisha took out her notebook and started scribbling randomly,trying to calm down.

"He should be right at 10:30!" Zhirinovsky protested "What's this idiot entertaining himself with?"

"He's afraid to show up." Zyuganov answered,annoyed "He thinks he can get away by not attending this protocol. It won't work on us anymore."

"Mr. Zyuganov is right." Yavlinsky added "We should give him time."

All of the members and Leaders have resorted to impatient squabbling. Yeltsin was behind the entrance's door holding the speech paper. He had immeasurable stage fright and his hand holding the paper trembled. "All I need is to stick with the impeachment and defeat them. I can do this!" he told himself.

At 11 o'clock,he finally deigned to show up. Yeltsin walked at the podium and sat on a seat,after taking two deep breaths. He covered his feelings with a smile.

"Russian people!" Vladimir Filimonov,Head of the Impeachment Commission,announced "On the opposition's side,we have four opponents: Gennady Zyuganov of the CPRU,Grigory Yavlinsky of Yabloko,Vladimir Zhirinovsky of LDPR and Vladimir Putin of the Security Council of Russia,Primakov's personal choice! And on the side of the Government we have Boris Yeltsin! Their collective charges are as follows: Belovezha Accords,Disbandment of the Supreme Soviet and its Union,Chechen War,Weakening the defensive capabilities of Russia and,oh my,the Genocide of the Russian people! Let the session,BEGIN!"

All of them got up and applauded out of respect towards it and its beginning. The first who approached the podium was the main proponent Zyuganov. He spoke with tension.

"For the first time,a precedent has been created when the criminal government is condemned by the people and legislators. The documents collected by all of us won't be burned and will certainly become the property of deep Russia no matter how hard the information mercenaries try! Incompetence is the main crime of the Yeltsin's authorities against the country,which Adolf Hitler was unable to accomplish during the Patriotic War!" Zyuganov paused,taking a sip of water. Applauses followed "Our foremost charge against that scum over here is the creation of the Chechen Problem which not only did he started a war in the Northern Caucasus,but also sent Dzhokhar Dudayev,that terrorist fox,to take power at the Chechen Supreme Council. If it weren't for him,Ichkeria wouldn't have become an aggressive province that threatens the integrity of Russia!"

His venomous oratory pleased many,particularly Arisha who got relaxed by his speech,confident as she was.

"Out of all 13 million refugees around the World,10 of them being our compatriots,who escaped the fall of the USSR and its aftermath,Why doesn't Clinton bomb Yeltsin?! Because he's his puppet who sought to destroy this nation from within!" he exclaimed,emotionally "Worst of all,he betrayed Yugoslavia! This alone should sent him off the roof! If we win,I shall slowly restore Russia to its former Soviet glory! Yeltsin is an absolute evil that must be stopped!"

Zyuganov ended his speech,waved his hand smiling and everyone cheered for him as he left the podium. Arisha made a "WHOOO!" sound of joy in the midst of it,raising her fist.

The next speaker was Zhirinovsky who jumped out onto the podium. His speech was a real impromptu. Unusual for Fascists and Ultranationalists alike,he condemned all sides and backed Yeltsin.

"Everyone said the Tsar is bad,that was also the case at the beginning of the century." he began with historical analogies "They made a revolution,and killed 80 million in total. The fall of our Mother Russia needn't to be blamed on the youngest,but the eldest like Gorbachev,of course. I myself was a refugee from Kazakhstan during the Soviet Era. Same would go with the worsening of Russia and with every revolution,it'll get even worse. The onlu positive hero of Russia was Stalin,who wanted to destroy the national republics in order to make one,but Beria strangled his ass!"

However,with his speech,Zhirinovsky clearly cheered up all the participants in the impeachment procedure and the journalists watching them. Under laughter in the hall,he offered his own version of world history,informing the audience that the conspiracy of the West against Russia formalized back in 1717 in Paris,and since then the terrible plan is being carried out like clockwork.

"It cannot be said that the country was ruined in 1991." he continued "That decision was made in 1717 in Paris,280 years ago the West made a decision to destroy the Russian Empire. Do you think Napoleon invaded Russia just for laughs? That Hitler attacked Russia just like that? That Yugoslavia is being bombed just like that? The target were two: the Russian Empire and the Soviet Union,never mind that we are now a 'Democratic' country! It was a huge mistake to accept its Liberal principles which crippled out society in the first place! He should've crushed Leftists when he had the chance!"

"You seem to defend Yeltsin,don't you?" Zyuganov intervened.

"No I don't,Gennady!" Zhirinovsky retorted "I'm defending Russia,unlike you!"

"And unlike you,I don't target Yeltsin based on past history!"

Both of them started to argue relentlessly until Filimonov stomped his wooden hammer and called them to stop. Zhirinovsky left the podium with mixture of boos and applauses,and gave Zyuganov a cold shoulder.

The third Leader was Yavlinsky.

"Mr. Zhirinovsky has completely deceived himself with his provocatory rhetoric,all the while we brought a sleepy man called Yeltsin in charge." he said,confidently "Such indifference and negligence is a longtime tradition of the Communist-Bolshevik leaders from whose midst he rose and with whom his entire biography is linked. The Communist regime headed by Stalin deliberately murdered tens of millions of citizens of various nationalities. The party which proclaims as its historical leaders and heroes Lenin and Stalin,the ideologists and organizers of massive crimes against humanity,assumes the responsibilities for these atrocities with cynical pride."

Booing came after his words. After they ceased,he also cleared his throat to make them shut up.

"If we take Yeltsin out,who'll succeed him?"

"YOUR MOM,LIBERAL HOMO!" Zhirinovsky yelled out.

A massive laughter was heard,and even Yeltsin couldn't help himself but to snicker at his words. Someone slapped the back of his head after they ceased.

"The problem with Yeltsin weren't his policies per se,but with his personality. His drunk trait destroyed Liberal values in Russia and ruined its image. Under my lead,I'll fix the mistakes and create a true,Liberal Democracy and open society."

And he left the podium. The last of the opposition was Putin. His speech,unlike the first three,was quite short but clear nonetheless.

"I have little ambitions to rule Russia,but if they insist,I'll repair the attitude and image of Russia. Based not on Communism,Fascism or Liberalism,but on eventual resurrection of Russia as a Superpower it used to be. Under mixture of Conservatism,Socialism and Pragmatism,that is." Putin said. No one excepted an Independent politician to speak out,and much less if he could succeed as the new President of Russia "All of the charges listed are true. The downfall of our society was caused by enforcement of such foreign and domestic 'reforms' by a man who shouldn't have been allowed to rule whatsoever. Heartless are the ones who don't miss our former Union,but brainless are those who want it back. The Soviet Union can't be implemented again in such dark times."

Surprisingly enough,half of the hall applauded by his relatively short speech,including Arisha. Yeltsin slept through the last two's speeches while he was supposed to deliver his own defense speech.

"Mr. Yeltsin,wake up!" Filimonov shouted at him.

He didn't heard him.

"HEY!" Filimonov screamed at the mic,waking up the President.

At 13:00,Yeltsin got scarred and apologized to the judge. He went to the podium and crossed himself for his hope. And looking at them,he felt as if he was Julius Ceasar walking inside the Senate and getting confronted by a pack of assassins led by his son Brutus,killing him on sight. They looked at him like a prey.

"My fellow Russi-"

"BOOOOO!"

Arisha booed at him,cutting him off.

"My fe-"

She booed again,now louder.

"Can you make her shut up?" he asked the hall.

On Arisha's left and right seat,they muzzled her and kept it that way until he finished speaking. She got pissed by this,and crossed her arms in anger.

"My fellow Russian people!" Yeltsin began,after coughing "This unnecessary convention would do no good as it'll only make Russia worse than without me. Those who are waving red and imperial flags have stained Russia with blood. They hoped for the unexpectedness,for the fact that their impudence and unprecedented cruelty will sow fear and confusion. I won't allow them to win! With the help of IMF and reform's process,will grow ever healthy and stronger,I promise you!"

It was just that,a 'promise'.

"Like a dove flying over the Sun,we'll reach the skies of freedom and liberty! Freedom isn't just about privatization,but it's also about acceptance for tolerant and refusal for the intolerant. We'll be in it together,all for the common good!"

Yeltsin expected the entire hall to boo the shit out of him and maybe even throw shoes at his face. Instead,he received an applause. A rhythmic applause.

It creeped him out. He didn't remember half of his text. Conspiracy is all but assured.

While Arisha stormed out of the hall,Yeltsin,without notice,went to his office and locked it. Many of them were startled at just how Yeltsin got away. They demanded him to return,but Filimonov couldn't do much except to 'consult' him after they finish their say.

Yeltsin sat on his chair and breathed fastly in relief. Phew,that was close! Now that he escaped them,he'll survive inside with only vodkas on his side. He'll stay locked inside until everything goes back to normal,until the protesters and opposition get out of the Kremlin.

And he tried his best not to look or think about the wooden pole standing in the view from his window.

15:30

Just as he was on his relaxing mode,someone knocked at the door.

"Open up!"

No,is this Arisha?! Shit! He breathed in,closed his eyes and hid behind the desk.

"I said,OPEN UP!"

He didn't do anything. Arisha resorted to punch and kick the door in frustration until it slammed against the floor by a thunderous kick of hers.

"DRUNKARD,YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME!"

Arisha was searching for him. She searched around doors and wardrobes until she saw a black bum peeking from the desk. When she walked near it,she saw Yeltsin hiding.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his trousers to raise him up. Heavy as it was,Yeltsin pushed her hand and stood up.

"Oh! You caught me!..." Yeltsin exclaimed,feeling uncomfortable seeing her.

Arisha starred angrily right at his eyes,crossing her arms. She didn't said anything.

"Arisha!" he shouted,angrily "Why the hell did you break the door?!"

"It was unlocked!" I shouted back,also angrily "You closed it so that you can escape from there!"

"And if I get out,I'm going to die! Are you crazy?!" Yeltsin said to himself,not wanting to sound cowardly.

"N-n-no that's not true!" he lied "I just like b-being alone,t-t-that's why!"

She slapped him hard. Arisha felt a need to smile for doing what she always wanted,after eight years of misery. The hit from her absolutely hurt his cheek,and his hand got near it.

"LIAR!" she yelled at him,angrier "You're hiding yourself because they'll find you and kill you,coward!"

Silence. Taking the advantage of it,Arisha spotted a fallen and very wrinkly paper at the floor. When she examined it,it was the letter that I wrote for him in 29th March to read.

"You see this?!" Arisha asked,showcasing the paper to him,violently "This is the letter that you should've read immediately after I wrote it for you!"

"I-I don't understand..." Yeltsin stuttered again,taking the paper from her fingers.

"Read!...It!..." she demanded,through her gritted teeth. Her arms and fists fell straight and tightly down.

He rolled his eyes and started reading. He skipped things he had read.

"...Because of you,extreme poverty is present at even the most remote corner. Good and honest people,with family,in the street,in the cold,while you are in the Kremlin,shouting at me,beating me or lying in your office drinking vodka,when not meeting with the oligarchs,to whom you have sold our sources of wealth. My people are suffering misery and hunger and you and your gangster colleagues living in luxury. Thank you very much for your capitalist "democracy".

Maybe you aren't aware of it,which,by the way,doesn't surprise me,but I know how you raised to power eight years ago. You never were the people's candidate. You were an agent of the Western intelligence services. It's them you serve,it's only their opinion you care so much about. You call that a "democracy"? Serving,instead of your people and nation,some American agents who haven't been elected by any Russian,except youself? Again,it doesn't surprise me,you ignored the popular will to maintain the Soviet Union. According to your judgement,the result of that referendum of March 1991 wasn't valid. A result is only valid when you win,right?

You don't represent me,nor my people. You have no right to make decisions in my name. Yes,I broke our deal and I didn't meet with the Americans to negotiate your stupid deal with the IMF. So what? My true ally and my little brother Vuk Misic,is being attacked by them. Your actions have discredited you to impose any conditions. Either you try hard for another United Nations Security Council meeting to be called,or I'll ask the Duma to impeach you for your treason to my people.

Sincerely,

The people of Russia."

Once he finished,he let the paper slowly fall at the floor.

"This letter is the most ridiculous nonsense that I've ever read!" he concluded,glaring at her,outraged,but no longer stuttering "What's the point of this letter anyway?!"

"That I'm so sick of you!" she yelled,enraged "Russians have finally have had enough of you! I suppose that you don't feel it yet because you're not outside to hear how they feel!...WHEN WILL YOU GET THAT FROM YOUR THICK SKULL!?"

"Who gave you the right to write in such a way?!" he asked her,also yelling "You don't represent them!"

"Nor do you..." Arisha said,emotionlessly.

When Yeltsin heard that,he tried to punch her,but Arisha was quick and she grabbed his right fist. And then,she punched him in the face,harder,and released her grip over his fist,making him fall on his desk,hitting his head at it.

She made him get up by taking him by the collar of his suit.

"After...A-After I've done everything for you!..." he tried to say,loudly.

"You didn't do shit!" She told him off. Her eyes got bloodshot "The only good thing you did to me was arranging me a meeting with Liu Wang and that's it! Otherwise,you did nothing more than dissolving the Soviet Union,couping yourself in 1993,failing at Chechnya,rigging the Elections in 1996,bankrupting us the last year,left my twin brother drink with you,didn't ordered to intervene militarily for my younger brother Vuk,beat me up whenever you feel like it and not allowing me to eat at the cafeteria!"

He now only has one trick up his sleeve. His Presidential Guard should be able to get rid of her. They're from few loyalists whom he still relies on.

"You'll be in so much trouble for that!" he exclaimed,while she still held his collar,after four seconds "Wait until my Security Guards get you,Arisha! You won't get away with this!"

Somewhere between next ten seconds,a loud footsteps were heard,slowly growing more hearable and louder,approaching his office. They both turned to them.

Arisha slowly released him. "That's right,traitor!" he thought,menacingly "You'll pay for your sabotage against my life and leadership!"

"Ah,there you are,Гвардейский!" he raised his tome,and then ordered "We've got an intruder here! Take her out,now!"

The guards came towards them and,suprisingly and amazingly in her eyes,they took him by his arms. At this point,he wanted to panick that even his Guard was on her side.

Answer? Instead of driving her way home in Taganrog after the Impeachment attempt had failed,she didn't gave up and made a deal with some of the disgruntled and fed up guards to follow her plan.

"Get your hands off of me!" he screamed at them "It's not me who should take out,but HER!"

"No,Cвинья,it'll be you who'll face justice in-in...Uhm,what was it called..."

"'In' where? PRISON?!"

She smirked at him and laughed darkly with her mouth closed.

"Heh...No,it's not going to be a prison. It's somewhere where you and all of your kin belong. A place where only the most disgusting tyrants like you deserve such fate. Now,onwards!"

She and the guards have captured him and advanced towards the Kremlin's exit,thus witnessing a massive crowd full of people shouting dozens of Anti-Yeltsin chants. The chants converted into shouts of "GO,GO,GO,GO!" for what she,her sister Natalia,and her people have planned for so long.

Bypassing the crowd,they marched upstairs towards the wooden pole. This was it. That's the end of him. The vitriol mockery of his health from his populace was fulfilled. He couldn't do anything other than to keep panicking.

They bounded him on that pole,covering everything except his head and knees. One of her men have brought a gasoline and spilled it all over Yeltsin's body and head until the fuel ran out.

Exactly like in his nightmare.

"Any last words before I burn you alive?" Arisha asked him,grabbing his chin to forcibly make him look at her eyes,while holding a torch on her right hand.

"If that's what you want..." he said,in a defeated tone. Then shouted loudly enough for the crowd to hear him "I AM LEAVING MY LIFE! I DID ALL I COULD! GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL!"

Yeltsin paused as he was about to cry,and told his earthling his final wish.

"And I beg you,Arisha..." he pleaded,whispering "Leave my family alone,i-if you have heart..."

Arisha considered sparring his family. Except maybe his wife,they weren't responsible for his crimes.

"Is that it?"

"Yes...You have no idea what you'll bring to the World after this...T-T-TREACHERY!" he yelled out in a shaky tone.

"We may never know,drunkard." I said,angrily "But whatever it is,it will be a far more better thing than you."

Arisha leaned her head to his ear,and whispered:

"Enjoy your stay in hell,you Capitalist pig!"

She smashed a bottle of vodka at his head,making it bleed red. Then,she used her torch near the gasoline-soaked ropes to slowly burn him alive. When the fire grew to his entire body,he shrieked for help. It reached his neck,face,knees and the most painful of all,eyes.

The crowd watched in magnificence as they saw their incompetent and abusive oppressor get his just desserts. Two minutes later,one of my people has called her.

"Could you please shoot him?!" Vitomir shouted "We no longer want to listen to his wailing!"

"FINISH HIM!" Olga shouted louder.

Arisha nodded and turned back at the burning flesh within the pole. Her face felt heat,and was filled with iron vengeance. She aimed her gun at his head.

Twenty seconds before his death,he heard his national anthem "The Patriotic Song",implemented after the fall of the USSR,inside his head. He recalled the sacred words from its last stanza: "Glory,Russia - my Fatherland!". He remembered the times when they threw flowers at him during the first years of his rule,and now they 'thanked' him with flames.

Yeltsin let his tears out and closed his eyes for one last time,and his state went blank after two bullets flied through his skull,ending his suffering. He stood dead,slowly turning dark red and black due to the intense burning. Everybody reacted with cheers and throwing their hats in the air. He won't be missed.

"Arisha," Natalia suddenly approached her,which made Arisha turn to her "what should we do to his family?"

"Exile them to America." she replied,after some seconds of thinking "He served the Western Agencies in America and therefore,they should move there to make their own future. Tell them that this will be their 'softest' option."

"Understood."

And so,rejoice! The World has seen this unthinkable event with shock,outrage,and even trauma. Some have reacted with joy,others not. As it happened in the midst of the West's bombings against Yugoslavia/Serbia,their efforts would soon become their doom as their victory over their rival reverse itself.

Hours after what Russians nowadays call "Lethal Impeachment" to refer their public execution against Yeltsin,Primakov and Stepashin called for a snap election which lasted for 24 hours. The people have casted their votes and Putin won against the other three candidates,and they inaugurated him the next day. His official rule started on 18th May,one day after he identified one of the major causes of Russians' rage,and solved it by sending a division to Yugoslavia to restore hopes for Milosevic and the Serbs that they weren't alone.

Normally,this would've been a great way to start a civil war in Russia,but due to many circumstances,they were united as one and didn't commenced the war between each other.

Like a small domino block falling against bigger blocks,it'll trigger events after events into shaping 1999 and the entire 21st Century into something unrecognizable. For starters,it'll be NATO and America's doom if they keep bombing what let the Russia's last straw to come about. Their future arrogance and insistance that their actions if for the World's 'good' would be their downfall,and they won't stop at nothing until they themselves get backfired.

As a Russian proverb stated,"If you chase two rabbits,you won't catch either one." These two rabbits called Victory and Stability would not only be chased after,but they would chase them back until they give up trying after destroying both.

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Here's the Prologue of my Serbian Wolf Alternative History story. It's a psychological look at Yeltsin's last ten days before his demise.

Let's face it,Boris Yeltsin was a drunk-as-fuck asshole who did nothing good for Russia and her people. The way how much Russians had no sympathies for him because of what he did,shows that they didn't like their former USSR's fall.

Thanks for reading.