Hi~ So this is my first fanfiction. This is just prologue, and yeah it starts in 1980. If you like it there's more, and if not thanks for looking. Anyways Pa-ka~
P.S. There may be some Russian in the future, but I don't know a lot of Russian. Please let me know if there's anything misspelled or whatnot.
He couldn't take it anymore, after the first shot was heard, he nearly cracked. He could hear the daughters of the Tsars call out his name, but to him their pleads were muted. He didn't want them to end like this, but he knew he had to follow his new boss's orders. The other Tsars all ready passed away and the daughters were taking long. Something was wrong with their clothing- what looked to be diamonds shot back out at each shot, protecting the children. He watched everyone do their part; even he- Ivan was forced to do the execution. To him it was one of the many worst days he had.
The feeling he had now was different. Ivan wasn't forced to give up on a monarchy or ordered to execute anyone. This time he was lonely and he felt like he was dying slowly. When Soviet Union ended, the other nations left his house, leaving him. Ivan's sisters said their farewells and the others simply left, happy that they were free to do their own will. After a few days Ivan noticed how everyone was scared of him and to like him seemed impossible. He went through several mental breakdowns, and each time his boss tried to keep him busy. Ivan liked his new boss- the first president in his history. Ivan's new boss listened to his opinions to things and he didn't hurt Ivan physically. Ivan also watched his citizens; they were happy, free of fear and they had more liberty. But why wasn't Ivan really happy?