*
Alex and his family were driven back to the airport just after 11.30 in the morning, having visited both the Rijks and the Van Gogh museums.
‘The Night Watch and the Sunflowers in under two hours,’ said Anna, as she began looking through all the postcards she’d bought.
Captain Fullerton had secured a take-off slot that would allow them to land in Saint Petersburg around five-thirty that afternoon local time. He was relieved to see Mr Karpenko’s limousine driving through the security gate with a few minutes to spare.
Once the family were safely on board, the captain taxied slowly out to the east runway, where he came to a halt and waited for an Aeroflot flight ahead of him to depart, before air traffic control gave him clearance for take-off.
BOOK SEVEN
46
ALEXANDER
En route to Saint Petersburg
They were about 100 kilometres from their destination when the plane began to shudder. Only a little to begin with, and then more violently. At first Alexander assumed it was no more than heavy turbulence, but when he looked out of the cabin window he could see they were losing altitude fairly rapidly. He turned to check on how the rest of his family were coping, to find they were all fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to any problem. He would have gone up front to speak to the captain, but just clung on to his armrest and prayed.
‘Mayday, mayday, mayday. Alpha Foxtrot four zero nine. Number two engine failure, unable to maintain altitude, descending to three thousand metres, request radar vectors to Pulkovo.’
‘Roger, Alpha Foxtrot four zero nine. Make your heading three three zero degrees, the airfield is six zero kilometres ahead, runway ten left is being cleared for landing, three thousand metres available. Will you require emergency services?’
‘Stand by. I am unable to maintain heading or altitude. I can see a range of hills ahead of me.’
‘You’re just about forty-two kilometres away. You are cleared to land runway ten left. Surface wind easterly at five metres per second.’
‘Four zero nine, number one engine failure,’ said the captain, trying not to sound desperate. ‘Unable to reignite either engine. I am now gliding.’
‘You’re now thirty kilometres from the field. Once you’ve cleared those hills, there’s nothing but flat grassland ahead of you. Emergency services are on standby.’
‘Roger. I can see a gap in the hills. If I can’t reach the runway, I’ll make an emergency landing.’ He pressed a button to lower the landing gear, but the wheels didn’t respond. He hit the button again, but they remained stubbornly in place. He flicked another switch as the plane continued to descend.
‘Attention, this is the captain speaking. We are about to make an emergency landing. Fasten your seat belts and assume the brace position now.’
Alexander turned to look at his family, and felt guilty that he’d allowed his ambition to override their safety. But even he hadn’t realized just how far Vladimir would go to ensure he had no serious rivals for the presidency.
The plane was now spinning out of control, down, down, down, in ever decreasing circles, until it finally smashed into the side of the hill, and burst into flames, killing the crew and all its passengers.
An elite team of Russian paratroopers were on the scene within minutes, but then they’d been on standby for several hours. Once they had located the black box, they disappeared back into the forest.
Another aircraft continued on its flight to Saint Petersburg, unaware of the tragedy.
*
When the plane touched down at Pulkovo airport, Alexander peered out of the cabin window to see acres of flat grassland. In the distance, tall grey concrete blocks dominated the skyline.
The plane swung round and came to a halt in front of the terminal, but it wasn’t until the engines had been turned off that he heard the chanting, ‘Kar-pen-ko! Kar-pen-ko! Kar-pen-ko!’
He looked back at his family, and gave them a reassuring smile which Elena didn’t return. The cabin door was opened, and the steps lowered into place. Alexander emerged into the pale fading sunlight. Nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen.
He was greeted by a mass of people, stretching as far as the eye could see, all chanting, ‘Kar-pen-ko! Kar-pen-ko!’ He instinctively raised an arm in acknowledgement, and a sea of hands waved back.
At the bottom of the steps stood a reception party, led by the mayor and his senior staff. As Alexander began to walk down the steps, the noise reached a crescendo, and he wasn’t sure how to react to such unbridled enthusiasm. He looked back to see his family following him down the steps, his mother apprehensive, his wife bemused, while his only child seemed to be enjoying every moment.
As he set foot on the tarmac, a roar went up that no Russian president had ever experienced. The mayor stepped forward and shook hands warmly with the prodigal son.
‘Welcome back to Saint Petersburg, Alexander. Even in our wildest dreams, we didn’t anticipate this. The chief of police estimates that over a hundred thousand of your fellow countrymen have come out to welcome you back to your homeland. This show of support should leave you in no doubt how many people want you to be our next president.’
‘Thank you,’ said Alexander, unable to find the words to express how he felt at that moment.
‘Perhaps you would like to say a few words to your loyal supporters,’ suggested the mayor. ‘Most of whom have been waiting for several hours.’
‘I wasn’t prepared for such a welcome,’ admitted Alexander, but his words couldn’t be heard above the chants of ‘Kar-pen-ko! Kar-pen-ko!’
The mayor led him towards a small rostrum that had been erected on the edge of the runway. Although he was surrounded by a hundred thousand people all chanting his name, Alexander had never felt more alone in his life. He had to wait several minutes before the crowd had settled enough to make it possible for him to address them, which at least allowed him a little time to gather his thoughts.
‘My fellow countrymen,’ he began, ‘how do I begin to thank you for such an overwhelming welcome? A welcome that has inspired me to dream on your behalf. But for that dream to become a reality, I will need every one of you to also work on my behalf.’
Once again, the chanting and cries erupted, confirming their willingness to do so. He made no attempt to continue until the crowd had fallen silent again.
‘I have long believed that Russia is capable of taking its rightful place among the leading nations of the world, but to achieve this, we must finally remove the shackles of dictatorship, and ensure that the nation’s great wealth is shared among the many, rather than being allowed to line the pockets of the few. Let us at last release our latent genius so the world is no longer fearful of our military might, but instead is in awe of our peacetime achievements. Why are the British described as world leaders when they are smaller than our smallest state? Because they box above their weight. Why is America always described as the leader of the free world? Because we are not free. That freedom is now within our grasp, so let us embrace it together.’ He raised his arms high in the air, and once again it was several minutes before he was able to continue.