The World on a Powder Keg

In the early morning of August 19, 1991, Moscow was shrouded in thick night. The door of the Kremlin's heavy conference room was closed tightly, and the lights in the room were pale. The core members of the Emergency Committee sat around the huge walnut conference table. The atmosphere was so solemn that it made people breathless. A storm that could rewrite the fate of the Soviet Union was quietly brewing. KGB Chairman Kryuchkov, with a face as cold as a stone carving, and a cold look in his eyes, "Comrades, Gorbachev's so-called reforms have dragged the Soviet Union into an abyss of eternal destruction! The economy has completely collapsed, and the people have fallen into confusion and despair. The West The forces are surrounding us like wolves, eyeing our motherland. At this moment, only thunderous measures can be taken to save the Soviet Union from danger!" He slammed the folder in his hand on the table, and the documents were scattered on the floor, like the broken past of the Soviet Union. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.