Jacket_Man

A cynical 21st-century historian, contemptuous of the Soviet Union's collapse, is inexplicably reborn as Gennady Yanayev in the heart of Moscow, August 1991. Armed with future knowledge and a ruthless determination, he hijacks the impending coup, not to preserve a dying system, but to forge a new, terrifyingly efficient Soviet superpower poised for global domination.

Reborn in Soviet Union

Finally, Putin concluded firmly, "Only after these measures are fully implemented can the future political and economic status of Chechnya be meaningfully discussed."

Yanayev's face broke into a rare, approving smile. "That's the answer I've been waiting to hear."

Back at the front, the communication equipment crackled as intelligence streamed in from the scout team. The operator responded swiftly, "Received the coordinates from the scout team. Please activate the laser designator to mark their position for the airstrike."

"Understood, sir," the scout replied.

Once the call ended, he leaned close to a comrade and whispered, "How do you think the top brass in Moscow already knew these terrorists would hit Dagestan within days? Is there a mole inside Chechnya?"

The other man, clearly impatient, scoffed. "How should I know about Kremlin secrets? But look—over there, the marching unit is barely a kilometer away, and we've tracked them to within a few kilometers. That means Moscow's leaders even predicted their exact route. Without spies embedded near their commanders, how else could they be so precise?"

His companion's words lodged deep in the scout's mind, stirring unease. Just two weeks into the Chechen rebellion—how could Moscow have placed informants so quickly and so close to the rebel leadership?

He shook his head, pushing away the uncomfortable thoughts. "No time for this nonsense," he muttered. Setting up the laser designator, he trained the invisible beam on the advancing group.

Beneath the cloak of night, this faint beam became a silent death warrant.

In the operations command center, Putin's voice cut through the tense air: "Execute the airstrike. Commence Operation Divine Punishment."

Tower operators sprang into action. The bombers, long poised for this command, roared to life and climbed into the dark sky.

Above the mountainous terrain, two colossal bombers slipped through the clouds like black hawks stalking prey—silent, deadly, and unstoppable.

The stage was set. The Chechen rebels, unaware they had already been marked, were about to face annihilation.

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