USSR 1991

"Go to a place where you should go." Makarov looked at Poroshenko with a ferocious smile. He turned his head and stared at the front again. He was not worried about whether Poroshenko would escape. The communist army has completely taken over this place. nation.Under strict militarization, any Ukrainian resistance would be considered war.

Moscow is even ready to leave no one behind.

The members of the Nazi right-wing organization wearing the swastika were finally caught by the Red Army after a night of guerrilla warfare, and they were carried to the corner of the wall and lined up. They raised their guns expressionlessly and shot at these armed men like crazy for a moment. Flakes of wheat fell down in a pool of blood.

There is only one thought in their mind, to send these Nazis to hell.

At this time, the broadcast of loudspeakers everywhere attracted Poroshenko's attention.

"Today we gather together to work hard for the future of Ukraine and the communist movement." The words on the radio were full of fanaticism and agitation, and the Red Army soldiers around them cheered in unison, as if welcoming their great leader .

They always firmly believe that liberating the world requires the old age to pay its due price.

"We have been oppressed by capitalists and oligarchs. They forced our people to obey him, create value for him, and pay a pitiful salary as a reward. What is the final result? The money of the rich is like a pyramid. Rise up, while the poor have to live a miserable life in the slums. But today, we are back, and this is a great return, a return to truly find our place in the heart, and today, all of you stand up with me, for our Fight for liberation. Take up your guns and fight against the old times! Fight against the capitalists! Fight against the poverty they have imposed on us!"

"Long live the proletariat!"

The deluge of cheers flooded Poroshenko's ears, and his pale face seemed to have foreseen what would happen next.The car drove to the central square of Kiev, where angry citizens and martial law troops gathered, as if waiting for him to appear.

The car stopped, the door was opened, a pair of strong hands grabbed Poroshenko roughly by the collar, and then dragged him out of the car.He grabbed Poroshenko like an animal and carried him on the ground as people around him started firing guns into the sky, and it turned into a Kalashnikov feast.

Makarov walked up to Poroshenko and helped him up. His eyes were cold, like a poisonous snake sizing up its prey.Two soldiers around him grabbed Poroshenko's arms and pushed him into the middle of the central square.The camera has already been set up, waiting for the final protagonist, Ukrainian President Poroshenko to appear.

Makarov spread his arms and shouted to the surrounding crowd, "Today, let us fire the first shot to declare war on capitalism. This man is the lackey of capitalism that oppresses the people, and the wealth he has accumulated in his hands is even worth The sum of a country's annual income, today is its end, and it is also the end of capitalism. We will completely wipe out the capitalist system in Europe and usher in a world of communism!"

Poroshenko wanted to beg for mercy, but the emotion of fear lay in his throat and he couldn't swallow it.

Holding a large-caliber Desert Eagle pistol in his hand, Makarov was going to declare their determination to kill to the Western world in the bloodiest way.

Finally, he walked in front of Poroshenko, opened the insurance and aimed it at his forehead.

"Any last words to say?" Makarov asked.

"Of course there is." Poroshenko sneered, and cursed the Red Army and the tall and strong political commissars around him with hatred eyes, "Don't be complacent, the forces of socialism will definitely be severely punished." Punishment and blows. My death is just the beginning, and you will pay a heavy price, and the NATO army will kill you all, leaving no one behind!"

"Anything else to say?"

"Nothing."

Snapped.

With a loud bang, the bullet left a clearly visible bullet hole in Poroshenko's forehead and penetrated the back of his head.Makarov turned around and said to the crowd behind him, "Poroshenko is the first, but definitely not the last. Our revenge has just begun!"

"Long live the Soviet!"

Not a sideshow

He sat on the sofa, looking a little tired.Just finished forming the president's team, the chief of staff of the White House, the vice president, the national security adviser, etc., all need him to sign on the long list.The sense of responsibility and mission fell heavily on his shoulders.It made him a little out of breath.

The previous ridicule is endless, from the beginning that the ignorant catwalk businessman is heading for his demise, the dirty male chauvinists are about to lose Texas, and then Trump seems to have won Florida, and the honorable Mr. Trump is in Nevada and North Carolina won big.

Until finally, the great God-Emperor is about to descend on the White House.

None of that matters the moment the dust settles.

After a while, he will leave this lounge, and there will be a new world outside the door.

He will be present at the presidential inaugural address.

The wet palms have been dried by fear.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm down.

The door opened with a slight sound.

The slight sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor made him open his eyes, and before the other party had time to speak, he blurted out his name, "Your Excellency?"

The gray-haired black man standing in front of him shook his head and said softly, "I have resigned from office, please call me Mr. Obama, and you will become the No. 40 fifth president of the United States."

Trump smiled, but the smile quickly froze on his face, just because of the curse of the other party.

"The life and death of the Gou benefit the country."

Trump went on to the next sentence fluently.

"Death does not belong to the Soviets."

Trump changed the address of the other party, "Comrade Guan Hai."

Comrade Guan Hai stretched out his hand and held Trump's hand tightly.He whispered, "All the monitoring equipment in this room has been removed, we can talk now."

"You have worked hard all these years. On behalf of the organization, thank you for everything you have done."

Trump said excitedly.

The Communist International did not end with the Cold War, and the Fourth International, born from the ruins, still exudes red glory and brilliance.Over the years, Trump has been playing the role of an American real estate tycoon and a Wall Street financial giant, in order to one day be able to take over that banner and lead the American people forward.

Everyone thought his third wife, Melania Trump, a supermodel from Slovenia, was nothing more than a flashy vase.

But she didn't think about it carefully, her hometown was once called Yugoslavia.

Yugoslavia is gone, and Walter has passed away, but those people from the Western world continued to oppress Eastern Europe, and there will be a second person who will stand up to defend Sarajevo and guard that bridge.

"Over the years, many comrades have passed away."

Comrade Guan Hai sighed, "In order to protect my identity from being exposed, Comrade Laden would rather sacrifice himself in exchange for my successor. I hope that the last pawn deployed by the Stasi in Germany can withstand the pressure , to bring down Germany and the European Union. The opposition inside the CIA and the Homeland Security Agency has been cleaned up. I spread the dirty inside story of Hillary, and I personally planned the Prism incident. Our opposition will never recover. Comrade Trump. The task of destroying the old days of capitalism now falls on your shoulders."

A hymn of loyalty.

In his battles with Wall Street and Capitol Hill, he won.

Although it was a miserable victory.

Trump took a deep breath, "We will definitely not disappoint the organization's expectations."

Comrade Guan Hai patted Trump on the shoulder and said heavily, "Okay, the farewell is over, I should go."

"You take care."

Looking at the thin figure who disappeared at the door, Trump wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Another comrade, gone.

After Comrade Guan Hai left, he stood up, adjusted his suit, and turned to go out.

In the corridor leading to the throne of power, he saw the podium belonging to the leader of the United States, as well as the noisy sound from the audience. Despite the noise, he still heard the excited voices of the comrades hidden in the crowd .

"Da Meixing, King Trump."