The War of the crazy Women

[Globetrotter]

Two days later, the order was to move to and to take the city. The Arab armoured divisions resumed the attack, advancing slowly up to 2 miles towards the city, in face of an increasing Russian resistance. To the west, the infantry divisions were stopped in front of the first line of defence. Heavy fights were carried out by the 2nd and 3rd Arab infantry divisions next to the railway station there, where Russian forces had put up a strong defence. It was clear to both parties that whomever controlled the railway and the stations, would have the upper hand in battle and it was clear that the Russian would not give up their capitol easily.

From the north, the 7th infantry divisions backed up with tanks managed to achieve a breach in Russian lines, that was soon reinforced by the 9th infantry division. To the east, the 1st armoured division was reinforced by the 8th infantry division, on the alignment Moscow – Kiev, soon reinforced by the 13th and 14th infantry divisions, who pushed even more to the east, along the line. The 2nd cavalry brigade occupied some south eastern neighbourhoods shortly invested by the 6th infantry division, while the 1st cavalry brigade and the 4th infantry division did the same in the south western suburbs of the city, thus completing now the encircling of the city.

Later that day, the Russians launched an attack in the north, against the 7th infantry division, but were decimated by supporting tanks. But the main surprise came from the east, on the Moscow – Kiev line: Russian aircrafts were for the first time spotted, inflicting significant damage to Arab troops, and forcing the 13th and 14th infantry divisions to fall back. The presence of Russian aircrafts apparently coming from St. Petersburg was not to be of good presage.

Therefore, benefiting from the darkness of the night, and in order to brake the forward line of defence west of the city, general Abi Zaid ordered a frontal assault to be carried out by the 12th and 13th armoured divisions and the 7th and 10th cavalry brigades, who just came in to support the 2nd and 3rd infantry divisions. In the meantime, all forces around the city would mount divertive attacks against Russian defences in the city, and tie down these forces. This was to be carried out without artillery preparation, in order to achieve full surprise.

The fighting was to last all night long, as Arab troops advanced rather slowly in the first suburban streets, as the Russians mounted a stiff resistance. They kept counterattacking with about two infantry battalions, and at some stage, a Russian tank platoon even participated in the attack. They would attack then withdraw and vanish in the darkness of the night. It was as if the Arabs were fighting ghosts. But it was the 1st cavalry brigade who was protecting the troops right flank that made the first important acquisition, by capturing the city’s water reservoirs. The Russians attacked with 3 battalions backed by tanks, but were then forced to retreat as Arab infantry poured into the area.
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“Artillery is in position now, sir!”

“Great, burn me down the city! There will be no pausing now.”

Abi Zaid disposed around 50 field gun, positioned north and west of the city. Around 3 a.m., the guns started firing at Russian positions. From the very first rounds, they were lucky as they hit the ammo depot located in the military barracks. Within seconds, the whole barracks was in flames.

Meanwhile, the Arab troops had now consolidated their breach in the west, and some success was even recorded in other areas, especially in the north, as Arab troops led by the 7th infantry division moved around half a mile into the city, carrying out fierce fighting, before being rejoined by the freshly arriving 10th armoured regiment around 0630 hours. Shortly afterwards, the railroad station was also attacked with an assault battalion of the 8th infantry division in the east. The battalion had reached the edge of the station but could not advance further, taking heavy losses. Until the rest of the division arrived, backed by tanks, thrusting deep into Russian lines, for 200 to 300 meters, pushing back the defenders. In the south, the 4th and 6th infantry divisions made their junction after dramatic fighting during which the Russian regiment got caught under crossfire.

By 0700 hours, the Russian resistance ceased, at least in the areas now controlled by Arab troops. The Russian forces now concentrated in and around the city’s down town, now completely surrounded by Arab troops.

“Move all our forces to our positions in the city, before their planes attack! But do not enter the city center!” ordered Abi Zaid
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“Where’s the general?”

“On the front.”

“How can I get to him?”

“Well, just go to the front.”

‘Not very friendly’ thought Bou Snan.
“By order of the government, I need a vehicle to get me there.”

The adjutant looked at the official paper, then handed it back to Bou Snan.
“You can take the one parked just outside. The keys are on it.”

“I am to be given an escort too!”

“I read that. There will be fighters that will accompany you there. Once there, they will drop you and bring back the jeep. You can go now.”
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“It seems we control the skies now, Comrade”, laughed major Andreïevitch, on the command of his Mikoyen-Gurevich (MiG) fighter, one of the first planes the Russian army had put at the disposal of her newly born air force. The Russians had good fighter pilots, at least very brave. But it surely was not enough should they encounter Arab pilots, as these had more experience in the airs, especially in bombing missions.

“It seems so! There is no enemy plane around! It has been so for a while now!”

“Da! Too bad they do not send in their bombers. It’s getting boring, especially that their ground troops now all took cover in Moscow. We can’s see a target! We’d better turn around now.”

“Cut your nagging, major”, said colonel Ivanovitch, “and look to your right.”

As both planes started to turn above Moscow, in order to avoid getting deep behind enemy lines, they could see dust rising from the ground, from what seemed a convoy, heading towards the front.

“I read your mind, colonel. They are ours.”

The squadron consisted of 6 planes, flying in a V-shape formation. Following their leader, they plunged one after the other towards the Arab convoy. Minutes later, there were only fuming dead bodies and wrecks left behind.
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[Globetrotter]

As days passed by, the siege has been tightened against the Russians in their capitol, and Tbilisi also was now suffering a mass exodus of its citizens, due to the lack of water, electricity, and worse, food. Gunfire exchange and artillery bombardment was reportedly noted, but there was no sign of imminent attack or occupation.

In Moscow, Arab tanks and infantry have surrounded the Kremlin and the famous Muscovite Red Square, where communist fighters were believed to be holed up. General Abi Zaid threatened that if Stalin would not order them to drop down their weapons, and by doing so, dismantle the communist militia within the next few hours, then military action will be taken. The fighting had come to a stalemate some days ago, as Russian citizens in Arab controlled territories warned the Arab government of taking direct action against the Kremlin, a place they considered sacred, even though they did not agree with the fact that Stalin had installed his HQ there. So it was feared that any intervention against the Kremlin and the Red Square area would ignite a strong uprising and protest all over Russia.

During these last few days, the fight has caused the death of hundreds of citizens, and people now asked both parties to come up with a peaceful solution. From London, Petra now had no news about what was going on, as she hadn’t heard about Bou Snan ever since she sent him there. On the other hand, general Abi Zaid, very popular among his troops, sent a clear message to London threatening Petra of marching onto the city, and imposing his command, should he not be left to accomplish his task, and asking her to give release the navy and air force so that they become part of his operation.

Scattered clashes and artillery bombardment were part of the daily routine now in Moscow, but Abi Zaid confirmed that he would not assault the Russian sacred areas, respecting the people’s will.
“The Arab government’s position is clear and specific to ending armed manifestations and stopping acts of sabotage in Russian cities and Arab cities, by supporting the so-called ‘Global Warning’ or ‘Warming’ - whatever, and making the armed communists leave Moscow”, commentated Abi Zaid.
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“What’s this nonsense?” wondered Stalin, upon hearing the retransmission of Abi Zaid’s comments on the radio. “We never supported terrorism! It was proved who was behind all this mess!”

“Don’t worry Comrade. Let him speak. He well knows that if we are entrenched here, he can’t attack us without causing the ire of every Russian citizen in this world.”

“How’s the project going on?”

“It’s getting to its final stage of research. Once the plans are fully established, we will start building the first prototype, and will be ready for testing… On live targets of course… We just need one more month.”

“Okay, then let’s prepare our things. We will move out to Vladivostok tonight!”
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“WATCH OUT… STOP… RUSSIAN PROJECT APPROACHING END… STOP… LOOKS VERY DANGEROUS… STOP… TAKE IMMEDIATE ACTION… STOP… SEND TROOPS IMMEDIATELY… STOP…”

“Again a message regarding this Russian Project”, thought Petra. “Well, if I am to trust this ‘insider’, then I might as well give Abi Zaid what he wants.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” asked a man, standing in the shade of the room.

“I have no other option. We’ll deal with the general after he’s done.”
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Nightfall… 2 days later…

Both Russians and Arabs in Moscow were watching each others, with only scattered firing here and there. Arab artillery was silent as they were re-supplying. All of a sudden, an enormous sound came out of the sky. Engine sounds…

“Bingo!” cried Abi Zaid, as he jumped out of his tent, grabbing his binoculars on his way out.

The sky was filled with bombers passing over them. Minutes later, the first explosions were spotted in the centre of the Russian capitol. The air force was back into action.
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“Aha!” thought Ben Kroustom. “Now you poor bastards will taste the fury of the Arab air force!”

From the skies, he could only have an idea of his targets. He would make no difference between civilian and military target as all looked the same. It looked as it was going to be an easy mission. It was known so far that Russian aircrafts would not fly by night.
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“Boogies, 4 of them, heading south, at 9 o’clock. Look like bombers to me.”

“Copy that comrade Andreïevitch. Team Leader One to squadron, follow my command.”

One after the other, the Russian planes shifted their direction and headed straight towards the Arab formation. It was a total surprise for the Arab bombers as it was the first time they would be attacked in the air. Of course they had heard about the existence of Russian planes, but they were assured that the Russians never flew by night. Their escort was therefore rather light, and they had to take care of the Russians themselves, at least at the beginning.

Seconds later, the first Russian fighters were already tailing the bombers.
“Got one!”

“Me too, comrade!”

The sky was now filled with luminous lines as seen from the ground. Generally, the slow moving bombers would not stand a chance. But the calmness and experience of the Arab leader, Ben Kroustom, was to save the Arab pilots from a complete disaster. He quickly ordered the bombers to go lower, while performing a 180 degrees turning maneuver. All crew gunners would protect as much as possible their planes, keeping the Russian fighters at bay. The bombers all kept a tight formation, moving as one.

Minutes later, the surviving bombers, seven of the initial formation of twelve, were already over friendly territory, drawing all the overexcited Russian fighters behind them.
‘Soon enough, our men will be there’, calmly thought Ben Kroustom.

The problem with the Russian pilots is that they did not accurately know where the lines were, as they relied on communist information, or rather, misinformation, always claiming that the Arabs were repelled and thrown back, and with the darkness of the night, one could not really confirm his position.

Suddenly…
“Flak! Flak! Pull out!” ordered colonel Ivanovitch.

But it was too late. Already to his right, he could see Andreïevitch’s plan in fire, heading straight onto the ground. Four remaining fighters managed to get out of range, but as soon as they had enough altitude, another surprise was to meet them there: 9 fighters from the Arab air force. They stood no chance. In one evening, the Russian army had lost its whole air force, or at least, most of it.
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[Globetrotter]

The sky was cleared. Once again, Arab warplanes and artillery stroke the Russian defenders’ position around the Kremlin and in the Red Square, in an attempt to destroy their will. Shortly after dawn, several bombs landed near the Russian palace. Arab infantry massed around main roads leading to the centre of the city, in a preparation for the final assault, after several demands for Russian capitulation and withdrawal were turned down. Tanks started to roll through the streets around the thinning area around 10 a.m., under heavy mortar and machinegun fire, while thick black smoke covered the centre of the city.

The city was slowly turning into ruins. Every building had been hit in what seemed an endless fighting area: apartments, office buildings, shops, markets… Holes had been blown through the walls… Ruptured pipes spilled water all over the streets… Most facades were damaged by different calibre weapons… Burnt and rusted carcasses of cars, buses and other vehicles filled the street, and men used them as cover while fighting. In some areas, wounded and corpses were left to die and rotten as rescuers could not reach them and retrieve them…

No street was safe, be it under Russian control, or Arab control. Russian citizens who had never carried a gun before now joined the defence forces, forming a kind of militia who had the advantage of knowing each and every square inch of the area. Almost none wore any uniform, making it quasi impossible for Arab troops to distinguish between innocents and hostile units. It was not because they fought for communism or because they were threatened by some communist commissar, but just because their city was being invaded by a long-dated enemy. Should only one percent of the population choose to fight, that would mean tens of thousands of fighters.

On top of that, there was no clear marks or signs, delimiting the territories, as these were reshaped continuously under because of the daily bombings and skirmishes. One could take any street thought to be safe the previous day, and find himself ambushed the next day.

Most of the citizens only went out at night, while the artillery is at its lowest, to try and seek out some food and bread for their children. Inevitably, lots of them would never return home, caught under some cross firing or killed by some projectile.

But that day was to bring peace in the city, no matter how high the number of casualties was to be. Moscow had to fall, and with it, all symbols of Russian communism.

By noon, all the infantry divisions, supported by cavalry and tanks, and backed up by air raids and artillery barrage, mounted a single coordinated attack from different sides, against the city center. The Russians stood bravely against the enemy, fighting for every bit of the city, but were soon overwhelmed and routed. By 6 o’clock p.m., the Kremlin was in the hands of the Arab forces, and the Red Square was being swept by the Arab infantry. The Russians had almost no ammo left. In some areas, they stood against tanks with wooden spears, but at the end of the day, there was no other choice but to surrender.
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Vladivostok… 1 day later…

“Moscow and Tbilisi have fallen, comrade Stalin.”

“It fell sooner than expected. I thought it would hold for at least a couple of days more!”

Anger could be felt in Stalin’s voice. The world around him seemed to crumble.

“There was nothing our troops could do”, explained Chourayakov. “Arab infantry moved under the protection of armoured troop carriers and tanks. Our men lacked artillery and had no air cover. I even heard that in some neighbourhoods, they resisted with spears, managing to halt tanks!”

“So much brave men fell. May their souls rest in peace. If only we had the adequate resources to build tanks and infantry carriers. When I think that we had plans for these ages ago…”

“Forget about those now, comrade. I have a very good news for you.”

Stalin lifted one eyebrow, looking at his aide.

“Our Project has come to life, sooner than expected. As we speak, we have a prototype ready for testing.”

“Huh?”

“Our scientists and engineers had put all the material together. All we need is a place to test it. And the Arabs are giving us the perfect opportunity and place for the first try out. But this will of course cause a high number of casualties.”

“So where is this perfect place you are talking about?”

“Moscow…”

“Are you nuts? This will result in slaughtering citizens! Russian citizens!”

“…And will result in the annihilation of the Arab army. I have a report confirming that they are regrouping in Moscow, before attacking the remaining Russian cities. The death of Russian citizens will be essential for our victory. It will be a small sacrifice compared to what will ensue if the Arabs take all of our cities. Whereas now, they will never suspect that we would mount a deadly attack there against their troops, that would kill our own citizens too. These men and women will all be martyrs. Russians will surely understand.”

“How many prototypes we have?”

“Sadly only one. Codename ‘Iossif I’. We could wait at least to have another one, but in my opinion it could be too late. Now is the time!”
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It was a bright clear morning. Citizens were now getting used to the presence of occupation forces who did everything they could to appease their sentiments and give the people all their basic requirements until the city develops again. General Abi Zaid had moved his HQ down to the city, where he started the reorganisation of his troops. The troops awaited reinforcements to come by see.

Admiral Zeidan commanded the Arab fleet that escorted most of the reinforcement, and was heading towards the shores just northeast of Moscow. He stood at the deck of the carrier on which he just arrived from his own commanding ship, inspecting the vessel and talking to the pilots. It was approximately 08:45, and in front of them were the Russian – now Arab – shores.

Suddenly, the whole area got filled with a dazzling light that looks like the flash light used by photographers. Seconds later, the men on the deck felt a like a heat wave. The light remained for some time until they all heard like a somewhat loud explosion coming from a distance, while at the same time, the tower’s windows were smashed in a loud crash. Around 20 seconds separated the light from the sound. Which means that something has happened some 6 to 7 kilometres away…
‘Moscow…’ thought Zeidan.

As he looked around, he noticed that most of the planes on the deck had moved, probably as the ship got hit by the shock wave.
‘Ben Kroustom! Take a plane and head to Moscow! I need a full report of what’s going on! You guys, clear the deck now!”
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[Globetrotter]

As the planes led by Ben Kroustom flew reached the shores, a desolated scenery was to present itself beneath them. Several peasant homes were still burning, and all kind of infrastructure near the coffee plantations had disappeared. They could see some men moving frenetically around, probably in a desperate attempt to control the flames.

On the ground, they could spot a continuously growing procession of people, moving away from the city. Many seemed suffering as they were helped by others. There were also wounded soldiers, as it seemed, mixed with the civilians… Mothers were carrying their children in their arms…

Ben Kroustom took snapshot about all his observations, and ordered his squadron to return to the carrier. They could not approach the city any more as an enormous cloud was formed, and it had started even to rain. Above the cloud, one could see a dark black smoke rising from the city itself.
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It took half an hour for the Arab authorities in the nearby cities to react, after receiving Ben Kroustom’s confirmation about some sort of disaster, and having lost all communication with Moscow. A paratrooper section was immediately sent to the city, at least to its outskirts, and infantry moved in transported in armoured carriers. As they reached the city, the troops established a medical camp, and started to gather preliminary information.

It seemed that most if not all of the wounded come from sections at the edge of the city. Most of them saw the blinding light, just before their houses collapsed killing members of their families. Those that were in the open got instantly burnt, and numerous fires almost instantly sprung up, decimating the entire area.

Towards noon, the medical camp was soon filled, and an urgent message was sent by the authorities on the scene, asking for additional supplies and help, as people continuously arrived.

Soon, news that the entire city had been destroyed by the explosion and that areas were still under the mercy of uncontrollable fires were to be slowly confirmed. The troops present there were reluctant to head into the city, but started to operate near the outer perimeter, looking for survivors. The closer they would get to the city, the greater would be the evidence of destruction, and the more difficult it was for them to make their way through because of the heat caused by ravaging fire, and because of the darkness caused by the smoke now covering the city. It became so intolerable that at some point, one could hear screams and calls for help from beneath the wreckage of the houses along the way, but these poor people had to be left to face their fate, especially as it got obvious that everything would be burnt down in no time now. Flames could be seen rising up all through the night. By 2 a.m. that night, the last surviving civilians reached the medical camps outside.
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The horror was transmitted all across the world by radio, and images via the newborn television. The super hot fireball rising to the sky could be seen in all surrounding cities yesterday. Citizens in Tbilisi, Sverdlovsk, Sevastopol, St. Petersburg and Kiev all reported broken windows and the impression of an earthquake.

But it was not. It was one of the most powerful ravaging inventions of mankind.

Back in Moscow, the day revealed now the frightful picture which was hidden by the previous day’s and night’s darkness. Everything was just a bunch of ashes and fuming ruins. Only some building skeletons, completely burnt out, could still be spotted. There was nothing left standing from the former Russian palace, that was believed to be the point of impact of that terrible weapon. But no one yet knew anything about that bomb.

Streets were covered with several burnt bodies. Only some still lived despite their severe wounds and burns. The heat now had somehow been dissipated and rescuers could now enter the city. The number of death casualties among the civil would be estimated to many thousands, without including the wounded. Later reports confirmed that at least 30 percent of the city’s population was decimated. And the worse was yet to come…
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Arab troops posted there merely survived. The equivalent of a crippled regiment… Most of the tanks and armoured carriers had melted down under the intensity of the heat, and a few remained operational. Most of the horses were killed, and those that survived without serious wounds or injuries had fled, having lost their man. As for the troops sent there, most of them, except the paratroopers regiment and the couple of mechanized infantry regiments were part of a medical corps.

The Russian army was not to let go such an opportunity of recapturing their capitol. As rescue missions were still being performed, two days after the blast, Russian artillery opened fire against Arab positions near the city, early in the morning, pinning all operational units down.

Around 1 p.m., of 6 Russian infantry divisions accompanied by 4 riflemen divisions converged to the city from all sides. The were also backed up by the equivalent of 8 regiments of militiamen and other partisans.

By 3 p.m., the Arab troops fell back in order, taking with them as much equipment as they could, and saving as much Russian lives as they could. The medical camps were in Russian hands by 4:30 p.m. There was no doubt that the Russian survivors would not cheer the venue of their own army, especially that it was known there that the Russian government was behind this mess.

Of course, all Russian media blamed the Arabs, and all the civilians were carried back into the city, and confined there, while interrogations were conducted to make sure no one denounced the Russian communist government. If any would dare talk the truth, then his fate would be sealed.
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[Globetrotter]

“Congratulations comrade”, announced Chourayakov.

“I have offered Arabia peace now”, said Stalin, “with the condition of handing back all Russian cities under their occupation, and have requested large parts of India. If they refuse to do so, I have threatened this time to hit deep into their territory.”

“You have done the good decision, comrade. This attack has annihilated their army. Of course, it would not take them time to rebuild a strong army, but with the threat of more such retaliations, I believe they will think twice before attacking us again. In any case, we have started the building of Iossif II. It will take us three months to have it ready.”

“The deadline for their surrender is set to 1 week.”
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Ben Kroustom was back on a new mission now. The Arabs had confirmed their air and naval supremacy, and soon approached the Russian peninsula at its point, near Vladivostok. They had information that a Russian plant existed near the city, and was used for the extraction of uranium, an essential component for building such deadly bombs.

So the mission now consisted in locating this plant outside the city, take enough clichés of the area, then send bombing missions and if need be, mount an amphibious operation to take control of this plant, before it was too late.

For two days, such missions were conducted, and waves after waves of Arab fighters flew over the city, but gave nothing. Other missions were even conducted near Kiev and the other Russian cities, but ended with the same result. Nothing. No sign of any plant.
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“We still have two days before the expiry of his ultimatum”, raged Petra. “We need to find this plant and destroy it! Otherwise, who knows where they can hit?”

“Calm down, milady”, warned Petra’s anonymous advisor, still standing in the shade. “If we haven’t found any plant, then the uranium must be present in one of the cities’ underground. Do you have photos of the air missions there?”

“Here they are”, said Petra as she handed over the aerial views of the different Russian cities. “My men disregarded them somehow. They have more important things to take care off.”

“There! In Vladivostok! it’s in front of your eyes!”
The man pointed at some bizarre quarry-like location inside the city. Seen from the air at a first glance, it would be almost impossible to tell what was this structure. But the duplication of similar structures in different districts caught the eye of the man.
“This is where they are extracting the uranium. There are several similar suspected mines all over the place.”

“Then surely it’s lost for us. We don’t have any more time to mount an air raid to destroy all these quarries, or to mount any kind of other operation! Nor have we enough troops to invade Russia!”

“Then you know what to do. This is what you have aimed for all your life. Now is the time.”
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Author's note:
Guess due to lack of time, i will end this story really soon.
I hope all of you readers have been enjoying it so far.
Sorry for the lack of pics, but it's a very old game i had started.
GT

 

[Globetrotter]

“One day to go!”

“Yes, but what if Petra calls the bluff?”
Stalin was worried. Of course, he had a good defensive army, but in no case he could capture back the other cities. Not without cavalry, not without tanks. And the Arab army was still solid, though it had lost its mobile offensive troops.

“She won’t. She believes it. We just received a message this morning in which she asks us to delay the deadline”, explained Chourayakov.

“No way then!”

“This is what I already answered.”

The door then knocked. Isabella entered the room. She had been accompanying the Russian leader in his movements, but was never allowed to attend any of his meetings with the high officials.
“Isabella dear, what can I do for you?”

“I come to you with very serious information. There is a traitor in your vicinity that has given Arabia all the exact locations of the uranium extraction mines.”

“How can that be?” raged Stalin, looking at his advisor, who was stunned himself.

“Yet, true,” said Petra. “As we speak, the Arab troops are preparing to mount a full assault, by land, air and sea, against all communist held cities and areas.”

“Impossible!” protested Chourayakov. “Our agents confirm that the Arab offensive forces are crippled, and can’t mount any serious or decisive operation!”

Isabella stared at the man, then reached for her purse.
“Comrade Chourayakov, your time has come…”

Plop… Plop… Two bullets… One in the chest, then one in the head, to make sure the man was dead.

“Wh… What the hell is going on here?”

“Comrade Stalin, this is the man who had deceived you.”

“How can this be?” asked the communist leader, still under shock.

“Easy… I’ll save the explanation for later,” said Petra.

Plop… Plop… There was then a deep sound of a body falling slowly on the floor. Stalin, in a last breath, tried to grab the table… “Wh… Why?”

“For the Russian people, and the peace of humanity…”
Plop… a last bullet, and the Russia leader ceased to breathe.
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London… one week later…

Stalin’s death was reported all over, and his culpability regarding the Moscow bombing revealed to all. The Russian army was asked to surrender and drop down their weapons. Of course, some elements kept up the fight, but soon, the Arab army invested the whole Russian peninsula, controlled all the cities, while a tactical amphibious assault was conducted against Vladivostok, to make sure the uranium extraction facilities were all secured.

Petra was reading today’s news, in her palace. The war was now confirmed to be over. The last resisting Russian elements have been dealt with successfully. Minutes later, the person she was waiting for entered the room.

“Petra! It’s been a while!”

“Yes indeed, my dear! I couldn’t have done it without you!”

“Don’t even mention it! Now what’s next?”

“Now?” Petra paused for a while. “You’re out!”

Isabella did not see it coming. But she knew it was too late for her. She who had so many times deceived, pretended to be someone she was not, played different games, had different roles, was now to be eliminated for all the dangers she represented, or could represent due to all the information she held and other conspiracies she knew about.

Petra looked at Isabella, checked one last time that she was truly dead. Then she looked towards the corner of the room, into the shade, where this mysterious man still sat. she then approached him, and gently caressed his face. Then kissed him…

“Darling… Now the country is all yours…”

The man stood out from the shade. It wasn’t long before he could see again, after having lost his eyesight during one fierce battle that opposed his men to Arab invasion forces, a long time ago. It was amazing what modern technology was able to do nowadays.
“Yours you mean…” he calmly replied. “You are now the true leader, and I’ll always be by your side… As for me, personally, my people are avenged.”
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THE END