Part one: Calm before the storm
1.1 - Anger of a general
Near the Cappadocian border, Arzen district, Armenia, December 31, 1935
General Drastamat Martirosi Kanayan, riding his best horse, was contemplating the dilapidated barracks of the Cappadocian military camp which was guarding the border. "These Anatolian Greeks are grotesque. They know there are nothing but a bunch of cranked mountain-dwellers led by orthodox priests, a puppet state created by the Greeks, but they continue to rise against us, the Turks, the Pontics." commented Kanayan to his aide-de-camp, who was riding near him. The rest of Karin (formerly Erzurum) garrison, that "Dro" was leading, was far behind them. They were taking advantage of the night to ride in the cold Anatolian mountains, property of the Armenian state.
What Armenian state? Kanayan wanted to spit on the ground then he thought to the damned politicians in Erevan, who exiled him in this lost garrison, pushed by the Moscow-led communists within the Sejm. He, Drastamat Kanayan, was a true Armenian. The son of Martiros Kanayan, head of the Kanayan family clan of Igdir: then his father understood that he had no interests in reading, he sent him to the Erevan Gymnasium, where it was so difficult...No due to his pityful marks, but to the Russification policies within the school: he resisted them, entering an underground Armenian nationalist group, and later the Dashnak party, motivated by the legend of Zoravar Andranik.
He had the luck to meet the living legend, the only one who could have been able to give back to Armenia her past glory. First within the ranks of the Armenian volunteer units of the Russian army, where he distinguished himself as a commander, being wounded and even decorated by the Tsar. Appointed military commander by the Armenian National Council, he victoriously defended Bash Abaran against the Ottomans and continued the war for the new Armenian state. He was even Defence minister, leading the armies in the wars against Georgia and Azerbaijan...Well, there was tensions with Andranik, but then he became President, Dro was yet too popular to let him without responsabilities...It was a very good time.
And then the Democrats came back. He was a symbol of the military dictatorship, maybe a national hero, accused to share opinions with these excited guys from the Fedayeen Party...Well, he complied with their views, as then he turned Andranik's attention about the successes of Mussolini in Italy, but Dro was certain that politics were not for him, just for schemers and corrupted kleptocrats.
But if he was in Erevan...Everything of this would change. Not only the corruption, not only incompetence. But the entire map of the region. And even the whole conception that we had of the world.
-General?
Kanayan looked on his aide, who was pointing the other side of the border.
-Dro, we should go back to the city. Look at the Cappadocians: they are observing us. With our uniforms, they could claim we were about to attack their territory.
The general examined him with the most terrible scorn. He didn't believe his ears.
-Young man, if we were fifteen years ago, in the times of the independance war, I think I would have gunned you immediately, and then, after coming back to Karin, I would have attacked the Cappadocian position. Because an Armenian never flees.
As he said this, he stayed on his horse, staring on the border, until dawn, ignoring the Cappadocian soldiers who were observing them.