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Post by Nick Ginovef on Apr 29, 2007 2:26:41 GMT -5
Moscow, Russia, USSR May 1st, 1940
General Secretary Sergei Puskov was a very unhappy man. And he had every right to be. He had sworn to serve the State, and in the end, he had to topple the leadership of his country to save it. In the end, the West tore apart his country. The Germans were providing the former Soviet republics with the means to stand on their own. There were rumors that the British were considering staying in Arkangelesk. So far, the French, Norwegians and Americans had pulled out and left everything alone.
And now, the people were unhappy. They felt they were being led by a man who had bought the rope that the West was bidding out to hang the Soviet Union with, just as Lenin had said all those years ago. A great number of the Armed Forces had been slashed, and the Ukranians had gone so far as to claim the ENTIRE Black Sea fleet. The Norwegians had destroyed the Northern Fleet, the Americans smashed the Pacific Fleet, and the Baltic States were dividing up the Baltic Fleet. The Alliance had smashed the Air Force into bits, and now his ground forces were a shadow of their former selves.
If one man could feel so alone in the world, it was Sergei Lenoidvich Puskov, for even the Soviet's allies abandoned them during the war, after his coup. Turkey now threatened him for having interfered with their plans with Iran.
Sitting at his desk in the Kremlin, Puskov could only wait until Russia tore itself apart, just as the West wanted. A civil war was on the horizon, and he knew it.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Apr 29, 2007 14:48:16 GMT -5
Politburo Meeting May 1st, 1940 9:15 AM, Moscow Time
Sergei sat down at the large oak table where the Politburo conviened. Rebuilt after the bombing which claimed many of their number, including Iosef Stalin, the room looked better than ever, although Sergei could still see the bloodstains and shell casings in his mind's eye.
*YOU DAMN TRAITOR!* The Premier had bellowed at him, drawing his pistol, but Sergei already had his TT-33 out.
*DAMN YOURSELF!* He had shouted back, and then the gunshots rang out. He had fired three rounds into the other man, and a final fourth one into his head.
Now, part of Sergei had wished he hadn't drawn. The men gathered at the table seemed to be more interested in consolodating their own power. They did not seem to give a damn about their nation falling apart around them.
"This meeting will come to order, Comrades." Sergei said, opening the folder in front of him. He already knew that there was nothing but bad news in this folder.
"Our first order of buisness is conserning rebuilding our armed forces. Marshal Rostavini?" He looked to his Defense Secretary.
"Ah yes. As you all are aware, our Air Force has been smashed, the bulk of our military has been lost in the fighting, or was given away to other nations following the treaty signing." He shuffled some papers, "Our navy has been crippled, and we are just now getting underway on repairing our harbors."
"Just now?" Sergei asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"It has taken a considerable ammount of time to clean up the debris."
Sergei stood up. He had planned this. He knew full and well that his Defense Secretary was taking his time to rebuild things, misappropriating funds, and making units some how disappear on paper.
"Really? Why don't you explain how it has taken you ONE FUCKING MONTH TO JUST NOW GET STARTED!" He shouted.
"Comrade, it is a problem with the damage that was inflicted."
"Oh really. And what about all these units that suddenly disappeared." He stood behind the man, leaning over to continue, "I checked with these nations that you said they went to. And I am afraid to say that they were not over there. You may find this hard to believe, but I am capable of communicating with other world leaders. Not to mention that I have been fully apraised of which units have gone where."
He remembered that discussion with both Chancellor von Kruger and King Olaf V. Both men informed him of what he already knew, and both expressed consern.
"But, sir..." The man pleaded. Sergei snarled, grabbed the man by his hair, and smashed his face into the hard oak table. The man leaned his head up, blood flowing from his nose.
"You arrogant ass. I am going to give you exactly 48 hours to get those units back to where they belong. After that, I will have you SHOT and I will deal with it myself." He looked up at the other member.
"Make no mistake. I am finished with you all selfishly serving your own ends, WHILE OUR COUNTRY CRUMBLES AROUND US!" Sergei shouted, pointing out the window, "You arrogant pigs all have 48 hours to clean up your acts, or else I will personally kill the lot of you and replace you with someone else who can do your FUCKING JOBS RIGHT!"
He circled the table, stopping at each minister.
"Interior! You had better transfer those materials and funds back to the factories! Forgein, you turn away one more diplomat who wants to talk, and your death will be most painful! Agriculture, you had better check your numbers again! YOU THINK I CANNOT DO BASIC MATH!? And Comrade Kukov...if you do not cancel your little adventures in Berlin, Oslo and Washington, I'll personally hand you over to the first one that comes for your head, and let them deal with you." Sergei walked to the head of the room, facing all the minister.
"YOU SELFISH PIGS HAD BETTER SET THINGS RIGHT, OR YOU WILL DIE, AND YOUR FAMILIES WILL SERVE YOUR TIME COUNTING TREES!" He bellowed, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
The men all scrambled to get out of their seats and out the door. But defense defiantly remained.
"Your days are numbered." Defense said. Sergei smiled evily at him.
"Try it, you ass. And then try to save this country." Sergei countered, wishing he was in uniform, so he could pull his TT-33 and shoot this arrogant officer in the head, "NOW GET OUT!"
Defense left, wiping more blood from his nose. Sergei stared at the door, trembling with anger. He then poked his head out into the asstiants office.
"Nadia, when you get the opportunity, would you please put me in touch with the Reichstag? I have some buisness to take care of." Sergei asked plesently. The young blonde woman behind the desk nodded.
"Thank you." He was about to leave when he pleasantly asked, "How is Ivan?"
"He is well, Comrade." She replied, smiling, "Still getting used to the limp, but he is adjusting."
Sergei nodded, "Good. He was a good soldier. Take care." He said, and closed the door, sighing.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on May 3, 2007 23:37:47 GMT -5
May 2nd 4:30 AM Puskov's Office, The Kremlin
Sergei sighed as he rubbed his face, having stayed up all night, trying to fix the mess that was his nation. He continued to look things over, trying to fix the problems.
*Even if I die, my family will be safe.* Sergei thought. His wife was safely in the Ukraine, at their flat in Kiev, thanks to a deal between the current leader of Ukraine and Chancellor von Kruger. His eldest son, Ivan, was also in Kiev, with Alyana. His yongest, Yevgeni, had actually fallen in love with the Norwegian spy that had been in Muramansk, and had gotten him out of the country, with the assistance of General Taylor's paratroopers. King Olaf permitted Yevgeni to live in Norway with his newfound lover, under a new identity and everything.
The door cracked open, and a uniformed soldier walked in, PPD-40 slung on his back, sky blue beret on his head, wearing the shoulder ranks of a Captain, and the patch of the VDV Paratroopers on his right shoulder.
"Yes, Captain Ginovef?" Sergei asked. The younger man snapped to attention. Captain Ivan Ginovef, of the 1st Guards Airborne, who had been a part of one of Sergei's attempts to salvage the debacle in Romania and sumarily captured, was one of a few of the soldiers who did not opt to join the new Ukranian Army, instead offering to be the personal aide of the General.
"Sir, I'm surprised to see you still here. But, I have grave news. My men report that there is an armored column approaching the Kremlin. Since you said nothing of ordering them here, I have to assume they are not friendly." Ivan said gravely.
"Figures. We'll have to leave this place then." Sergei replied, standing up. Just then, a shot rang out, and all Sergei felt was a sharp pain in his back as he fell to the floor of his office. Ivan was already on the floor, in the prone position. Sergei clutched his back, growling in pain. Gunfire erupted suddenly outside in Red Square. Sergei tried to crawl out of his office, but Ivan was already keeping away from the window as he crouched out.
"Stay there, Comrade. I'll get the medics. We'll defeat these bastards yet." Ivan said, already rushing downstairs.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on May 27, 2007 15:10:18 GMT -5
The Kremlin, Moscow, Russia June 23rd, 1940 6:03 AM Local
Puskov sighed as he limped to his office. Over a month since he had been shot in the back by a sniper, and eventhough the traitor was dead, he lived with the memory and the pain of a stiff back. He could have gotten a cane to walk with, but the former General refused to do so, seeing it as a sign of weakness. His doctor urged him to take the cane, but it was appearant that Puskov would never do so.
He sat down in his chair behind his desk, doing so carefully, as to not upset the gunshot wound. Once settled, the pain abated. Major Ginovef, the former VDV paratrooper who became both his bodyguard and his adjuctunt, walked in behind him after a few minutes. The young man crisply snapped to attention and saluted, which Puskov returned.
"Good morning, Comrade." The Major said, handing over the file tucked under his arm.
"Good morning, Major. What do you have for me?" Puskov asked.
"Well, sir, it appears that the situation in the Caucases is worsening." Ginovef said.
"I know. I am speaking to the Germans about it. To see what we can do about it. Continue." Puskov said.
"Our new T-34 tank has been introduced into our Army, and will be available next month to our Army for use. And speaking of our new tank, the French wish to discuss a deal conserning one of our 76.2mm guns and our 12.7mm machine gun."
"I see. Well, I'm sure we can arrange for something in return." Puskov replied.
"Indeed, sir. The Politburo is to meet in three hours, as well, sir."
"Good, good." Puskov replied, nodding.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 1, 2007 0:46:27 GMT -5
July 1st 10:30 PM
Sergei stifled a yawn, although he was quite eager to meet the man he was going to appoint to the position of leading the incursion into the Caspian area, which was dubbed "Operation Summer Hike." The doors opened, and Major Ginovef held them open for the strongly built bald officer in. Sergei stood, and the two men saluted.
"Lieutenant General Ivan Konev, reporting as ordered, Comrade." The man said. Puskov dropped his salute, and smiled, extending his hand, which Konev took.
"It is good to see you, Ivan." Sergei said. Konev nodded.
"Indeed. How is your back, sir?" Konev asked.
"Bah, it is nothing. Please, sit." Sergei said, motioning to the chair. Both men sat down.
"You and your officers have gone over the situation, correct?" Sergei asked. Konev nodded.
"Yes, Comrade. We are working out the final details, including intigrating the new tanks you have given me, for which I thank you. They will be invaluable." Konev explained, "Our plan will be to quickly move to sieze Baku, and then to push east into Armenia. Our goal is to take as much as we can before our German friends decide they've seen enough and call us to make a cease-fire."
"Indeed. Ivan, I want to be frank. This is not to be expectedly easy, and you and your men will be under close scrutieny. If the Germans believe you are doing too much damage, then they will step in and stop us. And poltically, I am bound to stop if von Kruger tells me to." Sergei sighed before continuing, "But we need to put faith back into our armies. I forsee that we have much to do. China, I'm sure, is bitter about our overthrow of that ass Roshak, as he was supplying the bastards."
Sergei shook his head, but Konev nodded knowingly, as every surviving Soviet general recalled their little adventure into Romania, and how they had been beaten back by the Romanians.
"Japan is also conserning me. And I cant do a damn thing, lest Germany and their allies come back in and finish what they started. Ivan, we need this victory. We need to restore faith in our army, and our people need to see we are not weak."
Konev nodded again.
"Comrade, I know what this victory means for all of us. We must be prepared for anything. And, as for Asia, I'm sure my good...friend...Zhukov will be dealing with them?" Konev asked. Sergei smiled. He knew that Konev and General Georgy Zhukov has been at odds since they both made General.
"Worry about your victory, Ivan Stephanovich. Georgy Konstantinavich has his own conserns." Sergei said.
"Of course, sir." Konev replied.
"I would like to have a full briefing tomarrow morning, if this is acceptable, unless you must get back to your post."
"I can have it ready tomarrow, Comrade. Is that all?" Konev asked.
"Yes. Thank you. You are dismissed, General."
An exchange of protocol, and the two men left, one for his small apartment near the Kremlin for some well earned sleep, and the other to the Defense Ministry building to hammer out the details of his operation.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 7, 2007 21:34:55 GMT -5
The Kremlin, Moscow July 8th 1:03 PM
Sergei Puskov straightened his jacket, remaining standing, inspite of the pain in his back. The heavy oak doors opened, and two people entered first, a young blonde-haired, blue-eyed man, and a woman of equal age, with black hair and green eyes. The man and Sergei embraced, sharing the customary kiss on the cheeks. Sergei held onto the other man's shoulder's, smiling.
"It is so good to see you again, Mikhail." Sergei said.
"I am pleased to see you are well, Father." Mikhail Sergeivich Puskov, who was now known as Knut Svensen, replied. Sergei let go of his son and looked to the woman, Anika Hansen, and smiled at her as well. He motioned for them to sit at the large oak dining table.
"Please, sit. Your mother and Yuri will be joining us soon." Sergei said. Mikhail and the Norwegian girl both sat down together, holding each other's hands. The doors did not have time to close, as Maria Puskov, and their oldest son, Yuri, entered the room. Sergei and Yuri embraced each other for a moment, and then Maria and Sergei held each other tight, having not seen each other since last September. They had only communicated through letters and telephone calls. Sergei motioned for them to sit at the table, where a modest meal had been prepared.
"I'm so happy to see you all have made it safely." Sergei said.
"It was not too difficult for Anika to get here. The Norwegians have been very accomodating." Mikhail said.
"And Anika, how are things?" Sergei asked, trying out his Norwegian.
"They are well, Comrade Secretary." Anika replied in Russian. Sergei chuckled.
"You need not address me as such. You are part of this family. Even when my sons joined the military, I made sure we left rank out of the house." Sergei explained.
"How is your back, Sergei?" Maria asked.
"Stiff." Sergei replied.
"You old fool. It's not a sign of weakness if you at least get a cane or listen to your doctors. The people know of your resolve." Maria pleaded.
"I know they do. But, I want to get back into better shape." Sergei said.
"The news in Ukraine states you've launched an attack into Azerbajian...." Yuri started.
"Not an attack. Those nations are in total chaos, and I'm going to restore the peace. They were foolish to break away, thinking they could just lie to the Germans about their stability. Even Chancellor von Kruger believes they cannot stand on their own." Sergei explained.
"I see...." Yuri nodded.
"Father...there is something I'd like to announce." Mikhail said.
"Of course, Mikhail." Sergei said, turning to his other son.
Mikhail stood up, and looked to his brother and parents.
"Anika and I are going to get married." He said, beaming. Sergei smiled, standing up, lifiting his glass of vodka.
"Excellent! I am proud of both of you. I hope to make your wedding. No...I will make it. And I wish you both many happy years." He lifted his glass. Yuri and Maria did the same.
"Nasadrovinya!" Sergei said in a toast, and took a pull, as did his son and wife.
"Thank you father." Mikhail said, and sat down, as did Sergei.
The family had their lunch togther, and had split up for the day until dinner. Mikhail and Anika went to see the sights in Moscow, under the careful eye of several KGB 9th Directorate personnel, to ensure that no one attempted to harm them. Yuri was at his hotel, sleeping, leaving Sergei and Maria alone.
"Maria, I'm sorry that so much has happened. I did not want to bring you to Moscow until this was over. If you would like to move here to Moscow now, it would work out. The revolt is over, and you would be safe." Sergei explained. Maria smiled.
"Sergei, I know you worry about me. And yes, I do want to move here. I want to be with you again. Since you left me in September, life has been hard, and I want to be close to you again."
Sergei nodded.
"Then I will arrange it."
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 12, 2007 0:15:59 GMT -5
July 17th, 1940 The Kremlin, Moscow 4:56 PM
Sergei practically glared at the man sitting in front of him. Lavrentriy Beria, chairman of the Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti, better known as the KGB or Committee for State Secrity, glared right back.
"I've had about enough of your nonsence, Comrade." Sergei growled, pracitcally spitting out the last part, "You seem more efficent at executing our own people than you are at doing what I told you to do."
"What do you expect me to do? We have many enemies. Enemies that..."
"Shut up. You think you can run this country? I think not. I brought you back in because Iosef Stalin trusted you. But now I'm begining to wonder if that trust was proper in the first place." Sergei said.
"You dare doubt Comrade Stalin?" Beria growled.
"Oh shut up, you womanizing bastard." Sergei said, and hauled himself to his feet, glaring at Beria.
"I am giving you specific orders on what to do. If you cannot do them, then I am sure your colleages in GRU will gladly pick up the slack." Sergei sneered.
"And I am telling you that this is a waste of our time and resources. It simply should NOT be done." Beria countered.
"I do not care what you think. Because, as it stands, I am the commander, you are the soldier." Sergei said.
"As the soldier, it is my duty to inform you, the commander, that this is not a smart move on your part. This can only lead to disaster."
"It will not. I have a plan in motion, Lavrentiy Pavlovich. You merely need to get the pieces in place." Sergei said calmly, sitting back down. Beria smiled a little.
"I see. Good, you are commited. I will carry out your plan then, sir."
"Good. That is all ask. I want this situation in the Caspian resolved quickly, and your people may provide a flexability to the situation than what I can find in the Army." Sergei said. Beria nodded, stood up, and left. As he left, Nadia stuck her head in.
"Comrade, a Major Kaminov is here to see you."
Sergei nodded.
"Send him in, please. Thank you."
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jul 4, 2007 0:21:03 GMT -5
August 9th 8:09 AM
Sergei sighed as he looked over the report, and then looked up at his Foregin Minister, Boris Kuskov.
"Must everyone push us into compromising positions?" Sergei asked.
"That is how I feel about it, Comrade." Boris replied, "Asia is becoming more and more troublesome."
"Indeed. I am going to order the Far Eastern District to Alert Level Two. Mobilize reserve forces, post guards, and keep constant vigilance. I am bolstering their air units and tank units with our latest equipment." Sergei said.
"Of course, sir."
"But we are to remain neutral until the situation warents war." Sergei explained.
"Yes, sir." Boris nodded, and stood up.
"Thank you, Comrade, that is all." Sergei said.
"Good day, sir." Boris said and left. He left, and a Colonel entered the room, saluting Sergei. Sergei returned it, and motioned for him to sit.
"Colonel Ivan Volgin. Please, sit." Sergei said. The strongly built, white haired man sat.
"I am eager to hear what you have to report, Colonel." Sergei said.
"Sir, we have fully established the Spetznaz units. GRU still retains a covert unit, I am sure you are aware of."
"Yes, I am. Continue."
"Alfa Group will be a joint KGB-Army unit. They will operate with the Army, but will carry out missions to hamper enemy efforts. Vympel will be utilized as a unit that is far more flexiable. They can operate anywhere you require. Finally, Vityiaz will be attached to the Ministry of Interior to handle internal affairs. I hope this is acceptable?" Volgin explained.
"Yes, yes. Perfect. Thank you for your time. You are dismissed."
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jul 16, 2007 1:51:28 GMT -5
October 1st 8:15 AM
"Good Morning, Comrades." Sergei said, sitting down, "We have much to discuss."
"Good morning, sir." The Poltiburo replied. The 8:15 meeting conviened, and it was time to discuss the matters of the Soviet Union.
"Now, I report that my trip to London was fruitful, but with some problems. It would seem they are rubbing against France in the wrong way. I fear there may be trouble afoot. Therefore, we are no longer supplying them with arms, and we are stepping up to Alert Level Two on all Districts and Commands." Sergei explained.
"A wise move, sir. It will show the world we are cautious, yet not willing to start a war." Foregin replied.
"Yes." Defense said simply. The Alert Level would put the Soviet Military on alert, but would not show they were mobilizing for war quite yet.
"With the situation in Asia...our people may fear we are getting paraniod." Interior commented.
"Nyet, we are not paranoid. Simply, preparing." Sergei replied.
"And our allies?" Foregin asked.
"They approve, so far. Nothing from anyone yet. Even Japan has been quite content, considering they alternatives they could have taken with us." Sergei replied.
"Yes. We needed to avert a second Ruso-Japanese war." Defense said.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jul 17, 2007 22:14:05 GMT -5
Soviet State News Radio Broadcast
"Pardon the interruption, Comrades. This is Yevgeni Davidov with an important statement from the Kremlin. We take you now to a live broadcast from General Secretary Sergei Puskov."
"Comrades. I have grave news. After his vengeful revolt in France, Prime Minister Charles DeGaulle has turned his violent intentions elsewhere. His next target has become the United Kingdom, a nation that has become a friend to the Soviet people. This violent and unwarrented attack has driven Prime Minister Andrews to declare war on France. Because of our commitment to peace and to ensure the safety of the world's nations from those who would lash out for no reason, the Soviet Union has officially declared war on the Republic of France. Comrades, I ask for you all to stand tall in this. Please forget the previous transgressions made by the British during the Winter War, for they have forgiven our people for what they have seen wrong in. We are now allies, friends. And the Soviet Union never turns away from a friend. That is all. Good day, and long live the Revolution."
"We now return you to your regularly schedualed programing. Thank you."
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