Try again maybe?
February 4, 2004
The street was empty, the only lights came from the lampposts and from the buildings of the heart of Moscow. The wind was harsh, and the snow was slowly starting to fall from the sky. A little light flashed in a corner, three times. The answer was quick. A man, dressed in an overcoat, walked towards the corner, where another one was waiting for him.
-Do you have the info?
-Yes. Take it, quick. I dont wanna freeze, you know.
-Interesting... Well this doesn't make any sense. Hey, who are you?
Someone suddenly appeared, and two shots were heard. One in the head of each man. The misterious assassin picked the info, and a car quickly passed, and he entered.
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February 5, some miles away from Moscow
The peasant heard a noise that grew gradually. Then he started to see silhouettes on the horizon, and in some seconds, more than a dozen military helicopters passed over him. They were clearly going to Moscow. A scream came from inside his house. It was his daughter:
-Daddy, daddy, look at this! Something wrong is going in Moscow. It's all over the news.
Rapidly, he entered his house. The TV reporter, with maximum volume, was screaming:
-A tank brigade is passing trough the red square, moving probably towards the Duma! We still don't know what is going oh shit! He just fired the gun in that house! Come on, we gotta get out here!
The signal went off, and the wife appeared, while the daughter, clearly shocked, kept asking his father what to do. The 50-year old farmer, used to revolutions, just said:
-We wait. As we did all those years, we wait.
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19:00, Moscow.
The gunfire could be heard just some blocks away. There was heavy fighting on the Red Square. The seven soldiers kept running trough the street. They were only one of the many platoons ordered to flank the Red Square, secure it, and hold it until the Spetsnaz regiment arrived. Everything was going well, until Cpt. Petrov ordered the squad to take cover. They were lucky the BMP coming up the street didn't spot them.
-Captain! That BMP will be a problem. Maybe we could use grenades?
- Yes, but he must approach us, or it would be suicide. This must now take too much time. We must secure the square fast, or the Spetsnaz will arrive in the middle of the fight and get slaughtered. Let's wait, at least a bit...
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