On March 7, the weather in Moscow was unusually clear.
The snow on every street and alley had been cleared away, and the roads had been swept spotless.
Colorful flags, national flags, and huge portraits of Wang Ye hung everywhere from streetlights and high-rise buildings, creating a festive atmosphere.
The entire central district had been placed under martial control. Police officers guarded every intersection behind security cordons, barring civilian vehicles from entering. Teams of internal security troops in black special combat uniforms, bulletproof helmets, and black balaclavas patrolled nonstop.
Armed helicopters circled overhead as well, responsible for aerial surveillance and emergency support.
With security like this, forget about anyone trying to stir up trouble—even a mosquito would have trouble getting in.
Security had been raised to the highest level!
Over at the Kremlin, preparations were already in full swing. Gebliev headed the inauguration ceremony preparation committee, directing and coordinating the various departments. Only someone as experienced as him could handle this job.
This inauguration was on an enormous scale, with far too many heavyweight figures in attendance, so there were naturally many more matters to consider.
First, they had to ensure the inauguration proceeded smoothly and successfully. They also had to take care of every distinguished guest, making sure none of them felt neglected or slighted. That was a true test of Gebliev's abilities.
Fortunately, Wang Ye did not need to worry about these trivial matters. At the moment, he sat in the main hall of Hilltop Manor, surrounded by a group of people attending to him.
There were makeup artists and image consultants, busy with his final appearance check. They made sure every hair stayed exactly where it belonged, that there was not a single crease in his clothes, and that there would be no bad angles no matter