The first thing I saw in my second life was a pair of big blue eyes from a petite brunette girl looking at me with great interest. At first, I thought I had a sister, but that wasn't the case. As time went on, I learned that the eyes belonged to Princess Viktoriya Nikolaevna of the royal family of the Russian empire.
She was the most recent child of the Tsar when he and his wife got drunk one night and got a bit too energetic. They hoped she would answer the medical issue with Alexi Nikolaevich, but she was a girl, so if/when he died because of his numerous medical problems, there would be no male heir.
While Viktoriya wasn't the answer they were hoping for, Her family still loved her as any other of the Tsar's children. Still, the timing of her birth was unfortunate since the world's tension was getting rather heated. While her father still made time, it was often cut short by more pressing issues which were to be expected since he was the leader of a nation.
The problem is that she took an odd fascination with me treating me more like a sister than her other siblings. This didn't bother the other siblings since she was the youngest. They still loved her, but since the previous youngest had a six-year age gap, it just made sense for her to want to spend time with someone closer to her age.
I was okay with this since it led to me learning more about the surrounding area. Sadly the Princess's fascination with me led to my nickname around the palace as the princess living doll. My mother didn't mind since it meant she could focus on her job and knew that I would be well-fed while it was odd being the princess living doll.
The worst thing was the year I was born, it was 1914, meaning the revolution was in three years, which was horrible since I couldn't do anything about it because it would take me a while to get this new body to move and talk as well as read and write meaning even if I succeeded in getting all that done no one is going to listen to a three-year-old and with death for the royal family in 4 years it just meant I was beyond fucked how am I suppose to live in this situation.
This situation means I have to either get the Princess to learn how to convince her father to make reforms that no six-year-old should be able to understand or even think up. Luckily, she was seen as a secret in a few ways since she never wanted to do public events, with the coming war when she was born and then the current war. So no one cared about the royal family's newest kid.
That means for me, when it came to the revolution, she might be able to be passed off as a servant girl or as a servant girls child like me, meaning she would go to the gulags, and knowing I would be there with her was better than going alone with my mother.
As much as she was a good mother, I doubt she would be able to take care of me while taking care of me. In many cases, when it comes to a choice of the parents' life vs. their child's life, there are numerous instances where the parent chose their life over the child's life, especially in gulags. Still, a girl I could blackmail with revealing her identity could help me live longer in those damn camps.
Even if I survived the camps, I would need to live until WW2, live through the war and escape to the west, write a book, and be good for the rest of my life. Sure, the plan is terrible with several flaws, but considering the royal family probably won't take me out of the country since my mother most likely be leaving anytime soon.
Considering how lots of WW2 soviet veterans ended up back in the camps they started in, there's not much I can do, stupid communist bastards and their stupid ideology. Why did that bastard being X have to place me here?
The only way I can live to a good age is to live 22 years in a camp and survive one of the deadliest wars in human history, even more so from the soviets' position to then escape and have either the NKVD or the KGB try to kill me for the rest of my life is a nightmare. The only other thing I can think of does such an excellent job at killing Nazis that I become a hero to the soviet union. Hence, there would be outrage if Stalin killed me, but even if I did that, my chances didn't go up until Stalin died in 1953, meaning I had to live to 39.