October 1, 1939
“The intervention in Georgia has gone better than was initially anticipated. The Caucasus Front broke through their entire line of defenses and reached Tblisi in a matter of weeks…”
The lone voice echoed throughout the large, dim room of the Kremlin. Despite the ornate décor of the place, the room had but a single long table at its center, surrounded by a myriad of chairs, their occupants poring over the latest reports from around the nation. At the head of the table stood one of the greatest heroes or the greatest villains of the modern world, depending on one’s perspective. Admiral Aleksandr Kolchak, the ‘Prime Minister’ of Russia, was certainly a figure whose personality evoked a strong response, and his current report was no exception.
“Reports indicate that the Georgian forces were aware of the abhorrent structure created by their leader, and surrendered in large numbers, some even offering to fight alongside our forces.”
“We are well aware of the nature of the Georgian government, Admiral,” spoke up the figure seated at the opposite end of the table. General Anton Denikin, the President, scowled darkly at the figure across the table from him. “I would prefer if reports were entirely about the results of our operations, and not your personal opinions.”
“They are not my opinions, President Denikin, but those of the Russian people,” replied Kolchak quickly, to the nods of several figures seated at the table.
“In any case,” continued Kolchak, “The traitorious government of Georgia has been disposed of. Beria, the pig himself, was convicted of crimes against God and our Orthodox Georgian brothers, and was executed one week ago. The Abkhazian and Ossetian people were placed directly under the protection of the Russian state, and a suitable government has been formed in Tblisi, with the possibility of further integration with Russia a priority of theirs.”
“I would argue that the Russian nation should view this as a grand opportunity to bring relief to the people of Armenia, who are living under the crushing domination of the Ottoman Turks. The people of Armenia are crying out for assistance from their Russian brethren!”
“I agree,” said a third voice, this time Field Marshall Petr Wrangel. “We must immediately prepare to liberate the people of Armenia from their foreign oppressors.”
“Not yet,” growled Denikin, turning the attention of the entire group back to the old general. “Not until we understand the nature of this great war in the West.”
“The intervention in Georgia has gone better than was initially anticipated. The Caucasus Front broke through their entire line of defenses and reached Tblisi in a matter of weeks…”
The lone voice echoed throughout the large, dim room of the Kremlin. Despite the ornate décor of the place, the room had but a single long table at its center, surrounded by a myriad of chairs, their occupants poring over the latest reports from around the nation. At the head of the table stood one of the greatest heroes or the greatest villains of the modern world, depending on one’s perspective. Admiral Aleksandr Kolchak, the ‘Prime Minister’ of Russia, was certainly a figure whose personality evoked a strong response, and his current report was no exception.
“Reports indicate that the Georgian forces were aware of the abhorrent structure created by their leader, and surrendered in large numbers, some even offering to fight alongside our forces.”
“We are well aware of the nature of the Georgian government, Admiral,” spoke up the figure seated at the opposite end of the table. General Anton Denikin, the President, scowled darkly at the figure across the table from him. “I would prefer if reports were entirely about the results of our operations, and not your personal opinions.”
“They are not my opinions, President Denikin, but those of the Russian people,” replied Kolchak quickly, to the nods of several figures seated at the table.
“In any case,” continued Kolchak, “The traitorious government of Georgia has been disposed of. Beria, the pig himself, was convicted of crimes against God and our Orthodox Georgian brothers, and was executed one week ago. The Abkhazian and Ossetian people were placed directly under the protection of the Russian state, and a suitable government has been formed in Tblisi, with the possibility of further integration with Russia a priority of theirs.”
“I would argue that the Russian nation should view this as a grand opportunity to bring relief to the people of Armenia, who are living under the crushing domination of the Ottoman Turks. The people of Armenia are crying out for assistance from their Russian brethren!”
“I agree,” said a third voice, this time Field Marshall Petr Wrangel. “We must immediately prepare to liberate the people of Armenia from their foreign oppressors.”
“Not yet,” growled Denikin, turning the attention of the entire group back to the old general. “Not until we understand the nature of this great war in the West.”