When Rasputin's corpse sailed down the river that night, filled with numerous wounds, few would have thought of its effect of the Russian peoples. He was a man well-loved by Mother Russia herself, as well as all the women in it, who wanted to just get to know more about him and his endowment - personally. This man, after all, has a sort of an open-secret affair with the queen despite his commoner background. He has invited throes of other women, of a wide spectrum of personalities, in his own chamber in the palace. And this man is, at the very least, trying to cure the prince of haemophilia which would not be understood as a genetic disease and thus would only occur precisely because royalty only makes children with other royalty - Rasputin is a way out of this vicious cycle of sick royalty begetting bad monarchs who are worse in bed.
But he was hacked. A slow, agonizing death made of numerous strenuous exertions while being hacked; such is his strength, and virility, that he struggled with numerous axes all over his body.
It was a tense moment, and a bad time for Rasputin to die. He was but one of the few ways the nobility under the king, and the peasant under Lenin, got in jive with. And why not, the ladies of the aristocracy loved him, and the wenches of the proletariat adored him the same way that women of all classes today go mad about rock stars and TV actors. And when this 'great equalizer' Rasputin being rather gone, someone is to blame. And based on the hack-marks, it must be orcs. It's always the orcs. But somebody has to be blamed for the orcs of course.
The proletariat blamed the king for not giving its citizens adequate protection. Weekly orc raids were making the already-difficult wheat quotas even harder to accomplish, but Rasputin's death at the hands a freak orc incursion is too much. The aristocracy blamed the proletariat as well for the death of their idol; the commoners' hamlets were not attractive enough for the orcs to attack first, so the green-skins were forced to attack the cities of the ruling elite, and only Rasputin with his sheer manliness was able to keep the royal family and the rest of the nobility safe, at a great sacrifice to his life. Which, of course, is his own life.
Thus, like in any modern concert without a decent security detail, the rabid fangirls of the upper and lower classes began catfighting. And despite the implications, their boyfriends, husbands, and other loved ones came to defend their women. It was all that was needed to ignite the centuries-old tension between the two groups, and from it a revolution was born.
And, as far as the heavens go, revolutions always, always, lead us back to where we started. The same way happened to the Russian revolution, as the nobility was swept away by a red tide of utterly pissed-off peasantry, the victors began squabbling among themselves, mostly over who is the biggest Rasputin fan. And when the traditional Rasputin's healing charms count-off contest, where the true Rasputin fan is the girl who has collected the most and the rarest of Rasputin's healing charms, couldn't give a clear decision of who wins, it begat a civil war in the midst of civil war. Even the orcs themselves found difficulty in raiding due to the subsequent chain of civil wars Rasputin's death caused, because while normally the cowardly humans would run away after a loud roar, this time the women would pounce on the orcs themselves and poke an eye or chew off heads. They are still as vulnerable to orcish axes as ordinary humans of course, but driving an axe on a rabid fangirl on top of Buddy Orky's head meant a dead human, on top of a freshly-cleaved orc skull. And team-killing, even for orcs, meant that the team-killer is fair game for clobbering.
Finally some human sense returned to the Russians, as the infighting decreased. This infighting though decreased not exactly of peaceful reasons – there was bad blood between everyone back then – but because of the human nature of teaming up against an enemy in temporary alliances. And that enemy, of course, was the orcs, the primary reason the revolution really began.
This time though, under the leadership of Comrade Lenin, with the power of a new Russia and a much-improved industry in his hands, he shall wipe out the orcs under the sway of this new revolution, unlike his predecessors who just let the orcs run rampant. And to do so, he got his friends to set up the precious 'fruit' of the industry for that very task.