Darks63: Better watch out
GeneralHannibal: That would be the most sensible thing to do, though I can imagine how the US would not want to be tied down to the declining fortunes of the Allies.
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November 8th, 1942
Alexei Stukov stifled a yawn as he stepped out of the armoured car, donning his cap leisurely while soldiers scrambled around him. There were already dead bodies scattered around Red Square, evidence of the fighting that had already been raging.
The armoured car's machine gun roared to life, sending a shower of bullets toward a hidden group of enemy soldiers.
Stukov winced slightly at the sound and simply walked away, making his way through the assorted military equipment. Barely a minute later, he found General Popov, who was scanning the parapets of the Kremlin walls.
"Comrade General," Stukov said, announcing his presence.
Popov quickly lowered the binoculars and saluted Stukov. "Greetings, comrade Stukov. I trust your trip here was uneventful?"
Stukov smiled and nodded. "It was. Your..." he was drowned at by the roar of a grenade exploding not far off. "Your men have performed superbly in securing the city."
They paused, both turning to the wall, where a large white banner was being waved frantically.
"I think," Stukov drawled. "I shall pay our good comrade Stalin a visit."
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Despite having barely seen combat, Stukov admitted Popov's soldiers were certainly efficient. The last vestiges of Stalin's soldiers, at best paramilitary NKVD and a few regiments of regular army personnel, had surrendered barely twenty minutes ago. Already, they had been disarmed and kept under close guard and Popov's men had swarmed through the Kremlin.
Stukov marched purposefully down the corridors. Men looked away from their tasks as he went, drawn to his uncanny calm and confidence. Here was a man who would be so bold as to overthrow the mighty Stalin! The thought would have unbelievable, even impossible, five years ago.
And here was Alexei Stukov, looking as if he were heading to his office as if it were a normal day of work.
Stukov dismissed the men assigned to guard him and without the least hesitation, entered Stalin's office chambers.
When he stepped through the doorway, there was no gunshot, no flurry of movement of armed goons swooping in for the kill, no menacing greeting from the Soviet head of government.
Instead, Stalin was seated stiffly behind his expansive desk, nearly livid with rage, a dagger resting dangerously close to his throat.
"Azuren," he greeted her with a tip of his hat, who was standing behind and to the side of Stalin's chair. "And comrade Stalin."
Stalin's right eye twitched furiously.
Stukov slowly sat down in front of Stalin's desk, sighing despondently and shaking his head. "How did it ever come to his, comrade?"
"You won't get away with this!" Stalin barked.
A feral grin crossed Stukov's face, vanishing a moment later. "Quite the contrary, comrade Stalin," he said mockingly. "I will get away with this, and I will be fabulously succesful in doing so."
He gestured toward Azuren. "My dear Azuren here has not only assured us that the battle for the Kremlin was embarrassingly short, but that the majority of your erstwhile allies have been...neutralized."
Stalin blinked in disbelief, his mouth falling open. "You mean..."
"Kalinin, Molotov, Beria, Kaganovich, Voroshilov; all either arrested, killed, or forced into retirement." He paused, pulling out a slip of paper. "And I just recently recieved this joint communiqué from Generals Zhukov, Konev, Rokossovsky, and assorted other heroic and popular generals, whole-heartedly supporting my cause to overthrow you, the murderous and paranoid leader who has allowed the Americans to land in Siberia, Archangelsk, southern France, and the Middle East."
"You bastard!" Stalin howled in fury.
As Stalin devolved into a virulent tirade of obscenities and threats, Stukov gestured sweepingly to Azuren.
Stalin's ramblings were suddenly cut off. He gaped at Stukov, feeling the blood fill his throat and mouth. He reached up, feeling his neck in wonderment before collapsing across his desk.
"I am in command now, comrade Stalin."
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When news of the events unfolding deep behind enemy lines finally reached London and Washington D.C. several days later, it was greeted with the utmost surprise and confusion. While the tensions simmering within the Soviet government and military were well-known to even the most junior official and officer, on the exterior the Russian state appeared as ever to be the monolithic, implaccably unified entity led by a power-mongering, paranoid psycopath. To see the "Man of Steel" fall to such a massive coup was startling. President Roosevelt hoped privately that the explosive political overthrow would soon degenerate into civil war.
Yet the coup was remarkable in that it possessed almost the full support of the army, and at the very least the passive acquiescence of the Soviet citizenry. By November 10th, all prominent pro-Stalin officials were apprehended - with all but Marshal Voroshilov, who escaped into the backwaters of Persia, caught on the first day - in a spectacular display of coordination. Within a few days, word had spread throughout the country that it had a new leader. Roosevelt's hopes were dashed when the popular uprisings and army defections did not occur. The Soviet state did not disintegrate.
Now finding himself both head of state and government, Alexei Stukov quickly moved to consolidate his position, drafting numerous addresses to be delivered directly to the Soviet people via radio announcements. Stukov often cited the '
treasonous negligence that has allowed the imperialists to advance so far onto the Motherland' and the '
blood-thirsty tyranny of the usurper of our beloved Lenin's ideals.' The people, many of them taught for their entire lives that Stalin was nearly a god, were reluctant to accept this fact, as if this were all some attempt by Stalin to weed out those who might appear traitors. But as the reality that Stalin was indeed dead settled in, and it became clear that life was carrying on well enough as it did under Stalin, a new man in the Kremlin was not so difficult a pill to swallow.
Stukov never forgot to whom, or what, he owed his continued existence upon: the military. Without the shelter the Red Army's power had given Stukov, he would almost assuredly have been eliminated years ago - or forced to fall in line as one of Stalin's lackeys. To fill the openings left by the departed pro-Stalin hardliners - Kaganovich, Molotov, Voroshilov, etc. - loyal Stukovian men, mostly officers, were appointed or volunteered. A few, such as Sergei Uritskiy, remained where they were, while others such as General Shaposhnikov resigned quietly. Stukov realized that reliance upon the military was a dangerous gamble: '
as it was with Napoleon, what I have done can just as easily be done to me. I must never forget to whom I owe my current place, and never stray from the path that had led my supporters to raise me up.' Thus it became imperative for the new Soviet tsar to steadfastly support the Red Army as it fought to repel the troublesome American invaders.
The Soviet Union's new government.
To the outside world, and to the inhabitants of the occupied countries, the difference between Stalin and Stukov was immaterial. The war still raged with equal ferocity. Whatever ideological differences or personal squabbles had brought this change of leadership was purely academic, at least for the time being. Yet, though Joseph Stalin was a colossus among world leaders, he would appear as nothing compared to the might, and wrath, of Alexei Stukov.