Chapter 7: Restored Hope
Kremlin,15th May - 15:30
Arisha's PoV
A slam made the door to forcibly open itself,breaking the lockset's grip. It was unlocked and I tried many times to unlock it,but since it didn't worked,I kicked it hard. Inside that room,Yeltsin was there in his office,standing and looking at me,shocked.
"Arisha!" he shouted,angrily "Why the hell did you break the door?!"
"It was unlocked!" I shouted back,also angrily,approaching him and crossing my arms "You closed it so that you can escape from there!"
Like in 1993,when my people from many beliefs,democratic,communist and fascist,have gathered up against him,they've surrounded the Kremlin. Only this time,there were about hundreds of thousands with different flags,the Soviet and the Imperial Russian ones alike,and they even arranged a special "gift" for him. My sister Natalia has arranged it for me and them.
"N...n...no,that's not true! I...I just like b...being...alone,t...t...that's why." he tried to justify himself,stuttering. I know that he's lying.
I slapped him hard. I felt a need to smile for doing what I always wanted,after eight years of misery,but I didn't. I don't want to look like a sadist.
"Liar!" I yelled at him,angrier "You're hiding yourself because they'll find you and kill you,coward!"
Yeltsin was silent,wondering over me as if I got possessed or something. I wasn't. Period.
During his silence,I spotted a fallen and very wrinkly paper at the floor. When I examined it,it was the letter that I wrote for him in 29th March to read. He ignored it. Drunk buffoon.
"You see this?!" I asked,after I picked up the paper and showcasing it to him,violently "This is the letter that you should've read immediately after I wrote it for you!"
"I...I...I don't understand..." he said,taking the paper from my fingers.
"Read!...It!..." I demanded,through my gritted teeth,pointing my gun at him.
He rolled his eyes and started reading. The letter was written as follows:
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 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 me,still angrily,but no longer stuttering "What's the point of this letter anyway?!"
"That I'm so sick of you!" I yelled "Russians have finally have had enough of you! And I suppose that you don't feel it yet because you're not outside!"
"Who gave you the right to write in such a way?!" he asked me,also yelling "You don't represent them!"
"Nor do you." I said,emotionlessly.
When he heard that,he tried to punch me,but I was quick and I grabbed his right fist. And then,I punched him in the face,harder,and released my grip over his fist,making him fall on his desk,hitting his head at it.
I made him get up by taking him by the collar of his suited shirt.
"A...After I've done everything for you!..." he tried to say,loudly.
"You didn't do shit!" I told him off,angrily,slowly growing more louder "The only good thing that 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 to stay alcoholic,beat me up whenever you feel like it and not allowing me to eat at the cafeteria!"
"You'll be in so much trouble for that!" he exclaimed,while I still held his collar,after four seconds "Wait until my Security Guards get you,Arisha! You won't get away with this!"
After his words,silence filled the office for ten seconds. Somewhere between those seconds,a loud footsteps were heard,slowly growing more hearable and louder,approaching us. We both turned to them.
This is it,it's over. It's only a matter of time before they arrest me and send me to life in prison. I slowly released him.
"Ah,there you are,Гвардейский!" he said,and then ordered "We've got an intruder here. Take her out,now!"
Once "his" guards came towards us,they,surprisingly and amazingly,took him by his arms. I didn't knew that even the Presidential Guards were with me. This made me even more confident.
"Get your hands off of me!" he shouted,now more loudly "It's not me who should be arrested,but HER!"
"No,Cвинья,it'll be you who'll face justice in...in..." I guessed where.
I was about to say "prison",but then a voice inside my mind came in.
"What "prison"?" it snapped at me "Haven't you remembered the "gift" that your people made for him? He forced your countrymen to overcome a certain doom and made you weak and miserable. Now,you must make him pay for every life he's brought to ruin. DO IT!"
The "gift"? Oh yes,that thing would be far more karmic than a standard prison sentence.
""In" where?" he asked me,in a demanding tone "PRISON?!"
"Heh...No,it's not going to be a prison." I replied,smirking "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!"
After that,I and the guards that have captured him advanced towards the Kremlin's exit,thus witnessing a massive crowd full of people shouting dozens of Anti-Yeltsin chants.
After we bypassed the crowd,we went to the "gift" in the form of a wooden pole. As we walked on the place where that pole stood by the stairs,we bounded him on that pole,covering everything except his head and knees.
One of my men have brought a gasoline and spilled it all over his body and head until the fuel has run out. I've got that idea from the time when Adele brought a Guillotine to Louis XVI and his wife Marie Antoinette so that she can execute them. Death to the tyrant,after all.
"Any last words before I burn you alive?" I asked him,grabbing his chin to forcibly make him look at my eyes,while holding a torch.
"If that's what you want..." he said,in a defeated tone. Then shouted "I am leaving my life! I did all I could! Good luck to you all!"
"Is that it?" I said,curiously.
"Yes...y...you have no idea what you'll bring after this...t...t...treachery!" he said in a shaking tone.
"We may never know,drunkard." I said,angrily "But whatever it is,it will be a far more better thing than you."
"Enjoy your stay in hell,you Capitalist pig!" I whispered,still angrily.
I smashed a bottle of vodka at his head,making his head bleed red,for once. Then,I used my torch near the gasoline-soaked ropes to slowly burn him alive. When the fire grew to his entire body,he shrieked for help.
I watched him burning,it was magnificent,to see an incompetent and abusive oppressor get his just desserts. Two minutes later,one of my people has called me.
"Could you please shoot him?!" he shouted "We no longer want to listen to his wailing!"
"KILL HIM!" his wife shouted louder.
And eventually,everyone has started to demand to shoot him,and I did after several seconds. I aimed at Yeltsin's head and shot at him trice. He stood dead,slowly turning dark red and black due to the intense burning. After that,everybody has started cheering and throwing their hats in the air. But then...
"Arisha," Natalia has suddenly approached me,which made me turn to her "what should we do to his family?"
Killing Yeltsin was one thing,but I didn't wanted to kill his entire family as well. It would be considered "too much".
"Exile them to America." I 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." she concluded,leaving me there.
I can't believe it! The plan of removing him from life and Russia came true! By far,I think that this moment will be the best day of my life!
I so want to tell this to Vuk,Athene,Liu and the rest of my friends and allies. They'll get excited about this,particularly my little brother.
I think that I'll sleep peacefully for the first time,in a decade.
16th May
I'm currently at the main room in Kremlin,sitting in a seat and waiting for the new Interim President to show up.
Yes,I yesterday ordered Duma to proclaim the Snap Elections for Russians to vote immediately after Yeltsin's deserved execution. There were four potential presidents and those are...
1. Gennady Zyuganov,Leader of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation.
2. Vladimir Zhirinovsky,Leader of the "Liberal Democratic" Party of Russia.
3. Grigory Yavlinsky,Leader of the Russian United Democratic Party "Yabloko".
4. Vladimir Putin,the Current Leader of the Security Council of Russia.
The first one was the one that I and Natalia voted for in order to restore the promise that was supposed to be made in March 1991. The second is a Fascist who wants to attack Tino and demand Alaska from Alfred. I don't want a nuclear war with him,despite always asking for it. The third is a Liberal who can be considered an optimal choice,but then I know that I would have another Yeltsin and the impeachment would be all for nothing,because of his Neo-Liberal Economics.
And the final one was...unique. He didn't belonged to any party,he's a former KGB agent and a former mayor of Saint Petersburg from 1990 until 1996.
The decision for me was 50:50. I dropped the second and the third candidate,while I kept the first and the final one as a choice to witness. Either a Communist or an Independent Candidate.
Some hours later and the candidate opened the door,and walked towards me. It was one of my two choices.
"Добро пожаловать,my new leader! Here,take a seat!" I said,welcomingly.
After a short chat with him,I started to plan a "present" for my little great brother. It would be a secret,be sure about that.
Visevac,17th May - 17:00
Vuk's PoV
I'm sitting at my desk,tapping my fingers and examining the white eagle plushier which Arisha gave it to me,seven weeks ago. The weather was gloomy,which suited my current condition. Physically,I did better,but mentally,I'm pretty depressed. And it's not just me,mind you,it's most of Serbia that feels that way,because Russia hasn't sent any military help or a presentation in order to prove to my president that I and my people weren't alone in our fight against the NATO and its leader,Alfred Jones.
As my people's depression grew after each day,their morale and hope have shrunk with it. Because of this,many of them have started to believe that my sister Arisha wasn't an ally or a friend. It's not too late,but I fear that,if her new president (called...uhm...what was his name again? Vla...Vlad...Vladimir Putin? Oh,yes,him. She told me about it yesterday,along with her killing of Yeltsin,which made me cheer out of excitement.) doesn't do anything for us,it could end my president's belief that Russia was a right ally.
I started walking towards my bathroom to wash my face. I looked at my reflection on the mirror,and then at the bathroom window. I'm not sure if I saw another jet flying over Serbia,but I know that I've heard the usual plane's roar. Also,the Anti-Aerial alarms are our new norm,a new and frequent occurrence. It annoys me greatly,but I think that I'll get used to it.
Suddenly,my telephone rang,making me stop starring at the window,and quickly taking it and started the call.
"Ало?" I said "Who's there?"
"Your sister." a kind womanly voice called,it's Arisha "How are you doing? Do you feel any better?"
"Kind off." I replied "I'm physically better,but mentally...not so much. I'm quite depressed."
"Why? Milosevic is still not convinced that I'm present to help him?"
"Sadly,yes..." I said,in a moody tone "Worse,my people also believe that it won't change anything,despite your success."
"That's what I fear." she stated "I can't let you and your people lose hope."
"I know,but some of them have already lost their hopes and started to ask for surrender." I explained,sniffing in sadness.
"Don't worry,I've just finished my plan to cheer your people up and make Milosevic reconsider his decision to slowly surrender to the pindo." she said,trying to cheer me up "The present will be a surprise,but it will arrive in Belgrade tomorrow. It's something that I wanted the most."
"Taking revenge on Yeltsin?" I asked.
"No,I've already done that." she answered "It's something better than that. I know that this could be considered a madness,but I'm sick already of doing nothing but sending the humanitarian aid. It didn't motivated your people and I'm just moaning my luck."
"I understand." I replied again "Now,before you go,how's your new president Vladimir Putin?"
"Well,he's quite nice. At least,if compared to Yeltsin." she explained "As of now,he didn't do anything,he just got there. On the other hand,he did allowed me to do what I've explained to you."
"Excellent!" I exclaimed,happily "I can't wait to see it!"
"Me too." She concluded,ending the call "It's the least I can do."
It made me feel better. I don't know in which form would her "surprise" look like,but it would certainly make my president keep fighting. What I must do right now is to go to a pub at Mladenovac,because I know full well that many of the dissatisfied citizens are usually going to a pub to drink and live the misery. Mladenovac may be slightly farther than Smederevska Palanka,but it's located in between Belgrade and Visevac.
20:30
I arrived with my bike to the nearest pub in Mladenovac,and left my bike near the pub. When I entered,everything was silent and the guests have turned to me,as if I was about to do something bad to them. I didn't want to cause any trouble,though it may look at it because most of them are drunk (the smell inside the pub was alcoholic),but I need to spread the message.
Once I took a seat,clicked on the ring and asked for a juice,the bartender spoke.
"Tell me,kid,for what reason have you arrived?" she asked me,giving me the juice.
"I...uhm..." I muttered,taking the juice and paying her "I want to send the message that the Russians are coming tomorrow."
"What would we get from that?" someone asked,cutting our conversation off.
I turned and approached him near the seats. He had his palm placed on his forehead,holding a cup of bear on the other.
"Hmm...we stop giving up?" I said,trying to bring confidence.
"It's no longer worth it..." he said,in a sad tone "Russia hasn't lift a finger for us. It's useless and I don't want my family to suffer in fear anymore. It must end."
"I can feel your pain." I replied,sitting next to him "But we must not give up,Russia has always helped us whe..."
"And where's Russia now?!" another guy spoke up,cutting me off again,smoking "Since her collapse she's absent! There's no way in hell that we'll ever make it!"
"There is!" I insisted "The Russians have just killed Yeltsin two days ago and they're coming!"
"It won't change anything!" that same guy snapped at me "When was the time when they came to us for help? WHEN?!"
"In time,I promise!" I insisted again,now with a begging tone.
"I knew it!" an old lady has exclaimed,making me and those two guys turn to her. It wasn't the bartender "She will never make it! That "Putin" guy won't do shit! We'll stay miserable forever!"
"N...n...no...it's not..."
"FUCK HER!" she shouted,referring to my sister.
After she shouted,nearly everyone agreed with her and started to insult Arisha,while the bartender just stood there,cleaning a cup with a cleaning cloth.
Some seconds later,I slammed the desk,loudly enough to make them shut up. I don't want to insult her further.
"Please! She WILL come and help us out." I pleaded to them "I beg you,believe me!"
The pub was silent again,but much more intense than the previous one. A fourth man approached me and took me by the collar of my shirt.
"We "believe" you,kiddo." he seethed,in a very drunk and severe tone,raising his first "But if we don't see their vehicles approaching Belgrade,you'll pay for our drinks...or else."
I gulped out of fear. I didn't had enough money to repay them all. I only had about 300 to 500 Dinars as of today.
"Understood." I said,in a simple but serious tone.
He released me,and then I got back to my original seat and resumed drinking my drink. I wanted to sleep there to make sure that I don't miss her coming. I asked the bartender to keep my bike inside her pub and she agreed.
18th May - 08:00
I got up early and almost all of the guests that didn't left the pub have slept longer than me. And they're still sleeping.
I tried to call Arisha to ask when will she arrive,but I didn't got her. I tried the additional two times and she didn't took the phone. It only worried me even more.
I paid for another drink and as I drank it,a news came out from the pub's TV,which made the entire pub to wake up and look at it in shock.
"In today's news,the Russian tanks and vehicles have arrived near the Serbian border in Hungary." the reporter stated "Many witnesses from Hungary have seen them waiting at the border control."
"I'm not sure why and what motivated them into crossing our lands," a Hungarian resident said to a journalist "but whatever they're up to,we're sure that they'll help their Serbian brothers on their way. Either way,we don't want to be involved in this war of theirs."
After the news have ended,I and the rest of them were in shock. They couldn't have believed it. They shouted in joy and starting packing themselves up and rushed towards Belgrade. The one who threatened me yesterday has approached me,now with a smile.
"You were right,kid! They are indeed coming!" he said,cheerfully "I'm so sorry for being aggressive at you yesterday. Can I do you a favor?"
"Of course!" I exclaimed "Do you have a car?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Can you drive me and some of your guests that you may know to Belgrade?"
"Yes I can!" he answered.
"Oh and make sure you bring up the small Serbian flags. I have one too." I said,showing him my small flag.
"I don't,but some of them do." he concluded.
Some of them have raised their flags for confirmation,while those who haven't have brought a bucket of flowers for the Russians. I thanked him and asked him to put my bike on his backpack and he did.
10:45
We arrived in Belgrade,waiting at the Terazije Square for an hour. I and tens of thousands of my people have gathered around the Square,waiting to Arisha to come. Fifteen minutes later and they came near the Palace Albania.
Hundreds of many various tanks and vehicles have marched in the street with their Russian and their Division flags,with the slow but loud pace. In response,we threw flowers at them and waved our flags,signaling them that they're more than welcome. When Arisha got off her military jeep and landed on the ground,I rushed towards her.
"Arisha!" I shouted.
"Vukie!" She replied,raising her arms to hug me.
I jumped at her and hugged each other. The decisiveness that she has shown that we indeed weren't alone against our enemies was remarkable. It will be one of my greatest moments in my life.
"I'm so,so,SO GLAD that you arrived on the right place at the right time!" I thanked her,gratefully "You're the best sister in the world!"
"You're always welcome,my little bro." she replied,taking the flowers that I gave her "I'll always be there to protect you at the dire times like this."
"Hmm...now that you're here,will you help me take the KLA out? Or at least,stay there for a while?" I asked her,hoping that we can do some action against those terrorist scum in Kosovo.
"I would really love to,but I don't have time right now,because my troops are now heading towards Bulgaria and Odessa,getting back to Moscow. Plus,I need to get used to my president first." Arisha said,smiling "This was just a demonstration,but it has and will show that I and the troops would in fact defend you militarily. See you soon!"
"You too,Arisha!" I shouted,as she got inside her military vehicle,waving me goodbye.
After the last ten military armories left the street,we went to our homes,happy that they've arrived and had their hopes restored.
I was about to go home,but I wanted to confirm if Slobodan Milosevic had known about this.
"Mr. President," I called him "are you here?"
"Yes I am,Vuk." he said "Tell me,what were the Russians doing here in Belgrade."
"They wanted to show that you're not alone and that you didn't had to prepare for surrender." I answered,grinning "They're with us,you just didn't saw it."
"That's remarkable to hear from you!" he exclaimed "I haven't knew about Mr. Putin,but I'm starting to see that he's far more helpful than his predecessor was."
"You can thank my sister for that." I said,now smiling "She took out Yeltsin and made us united for a day!"
"You're making me so proud,Vuk!" he concluded "Keep up at your good work and the fight!"
"You too!" I ended the call.
In the end,the moment of starting to concede to that criminal monster Alfred has been halted,and replaced with unity and the willingness to keep standing up to him and his NATO. It was truly,as one has said,an "End of the Beginning".
Here's my Seventh Chapter. THIS is the PoD Chapter of this Alternative History Fanfic that you've all been waiting for,and that's the execution of Yeltsin which I personally hate for worsening and exploiting Russia IRL for the oligarchs gain and the Westerners' pleasure.
Now,why's THIS the PoD? Because on 15th May,the Duma has tried to get rid of him by attempting to impeach him on that potential day - wiki/Boris_Yeltsin#Attempted_1999_impeachment.
Thanks for reading.