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AN: Hello everybody Wombag here. I wrote this chapter on my phone. So if you see any mistakes I do apologize I'll fix it as soon as I can. Now that I have a computer let's hope this contuse to work for years. Right now enjoy the chapter. This was fun to write.
Vitebsky Railway Station, Leningrad USSR, September 1st 1926
3rd POV
The scene opens up on a surprisingly well furnished and high-quality rail station. Upon opening a small group of people were hushed out. Presented to a rather clean station. The walls were made of white shinnying bricks, red carpet stretched out to the booth to the train car. And surprisingly beautiful women were handing out free gifts of flowers and fruits. Some seem to be approaching others in a rather suggestive manner. Yet the view was not on socialist greetings but on the two who'd entered the former city of Saint Petersburg. Ren and Olof with their bags approach the customs desk where an overweight man sat behind a counter in a military uniform that barely covers his gut.
"Stat'i." (Papers) He requests to which Ren offers. He stares down at them then back up before doing so again. He remarks in broken German, "Chto privelo shveda i indokitaytsa v nash slavnyy gorod?" (What brings a Swede and an indo-China man to our glorious city?)
"Tovarishch po turizmu. A takzhe nekotoryy interes uvidet' novuyu postanovku v Gosudarstvennom akademicheskom teatre opery i baleta." (Tourism comrade. As well as some interest in seeing the new production at the State Academic Opera and Ballet Theater.) Ren responds in Russian to the customs enforcer. He gives an odd look of the two before stamping their passports.
"Dobro pozhalovat' v Leningrad, tovarishchi. Ne sozdavayte problem." (Welcome to Leningrad Comrades. Do not cause trouble.) The customs enforcer said as he hands back their passports. Taking it they head outside to catch a trolley to the only hotel that excepts foreigners. The Grand Hotel Europe or in Russian Grand Otel' Yevropa.
While walking to the trolly, Olof then remarks to Ren. "Still amazes me that you learned all these languages while in a coma."
"What can I say, time moves by quickly in the dreamlands." Ren said with a shrug before whispering in Olof's native tongue, "Bäst att vi tittar på våra ord framöver. Sovjetunionen är inte en plats du vill hamna i problem med och det räcker att bara säga något." (Best we watch our words going forward. The Soviet Union is not a place you wish to get in trouble with and merely saying something is enough.)
"Vad menar du?" (What do you mean?) Olof asked, but before Ren could finish the sound of crying and shouting can be heard. A few men in uniform are seen dragging an elderly looking man in a doctor's uniform.
"Net, tovarishch, pozhaluysta! YA veren delu! YA ne proletariat! (No, comrade please! I'm loyal to the cause! I'm no proletariat!) He begs before being bashed in the stomach by the soldier rifle.
"Zatknis'! Vas ulichili tovarishchi v prestupleniyakh protiv gosudarstva! Vy dolzhny predstat' pered komitetom, gde, yesli vas priznayut vinovnym, vas rasstrelyayut!" (Shut it! You've been outed by your fellow comrades' for crimes against the state! You are to be brought before a committee where if you are found guilty you will be shot!) The Soldier shouted before another puts a bag over the old mans head. Turning around he shouts to the crowd. "Prodolzhayte svoy den', tovarishchi tovarishchi. Etot yevrey predal revolyutsiyu, za kotoruyu my tak uporno borolis'! Slava tovarishchu Leninu, slava tovarishchu Trotskomu! i voskhvalyat' svoikh tovarishchey, nasha rabota trebuyet vsegda bditel'nogo nablyudeniya za temi, kto zhelayet pokonchit' s rabochim rayem!" (Go about your day fellow Comrades. This jew has betrayed the revolution we fought so hard for! Praise comrade, Lenin, praise comrade Trotsky! and praise your fellow Comrades for our work requires ever vigilant watch for those who wish to end the workers' paradise!)
The group begins to chant, "Da zdravstvuyet Trotskiy, khvala Leninu!" as the soldiers carried off the old man into the back of the car. The soldier who shouted spotted the two, noticing that neigher Olof or Ren were singing the praise of party leaders. However seeing that they look like a fish out of water he simply squints his eyes before getting into the car. Driving away with the old man. As soon as they were gone the people went back to their normal business as if what had happened never did.
"Vad i guds skägg och djävulens rumpa var det?!" (What in gods beard and the devils ass was that?!) Olof asked before shushed by Ren.
"Shh, det var OGPU, Joint State Political Directorate. Dessa människor är den hemliga polisen och eftersom vi inte skanderade kommer vi sannolikt att vara under deras övervakning tills vi lämnar landet." (Shh, that was the OGPU, Joint State Political Directorate. These people are the secret police and seeing we didn't chant we are likely to be under their watch till we leave the country.) Ren hisses to Olof before looking around frantically. Hoping to spot any agents who were watching. Thankfully... or unfortunately, there was no one. Turning back to Olof he whispers. "Det här är vad jag menar. Det räcker med en enda misstanke för att få oss arresterade. I bästa fall kan vi tvingas lämna... värre skickas vi till Sibirien eller ännu värre Ukraina. Om inte direkt skott." (This is what I mean. Even one act of suspicion is enough to have us arrested. At best we may be forced to leave... worse we are sent to Syberia or worse Ukraine. If not outright shot.)
Olof was caught off guard, he had never heard of such a strict government before. He had traveled around the world and seen many governments. None of them spied on their own citizens as such. He didn't had any words to describe it beyond tyranny. Hard to imagine such a society, especially given that they promote themselves on fighting greed of cruel men. Shaking free of the shock he quickly rushes after Ren as they continued towards the trolly. Boarding it, they can get a good look of the city. Covered in a fresh dusting of snow, the people seem quiet as if they know not to speak out. Very few carried on as if it was business as usual. Others seem to be doing an extra hard job to make sure they are not noticed. After witnessing the incident, he now sees that this is a normal occurrence among the population. He will need to watch what he says else he too could be arrested. He isn't sure what's in Siberia or Ukraine, but he does not want to find out. Getting off the two head inside the Grand Hotel Europe. Inside was a buzz of many from foreigners. Germans, Italians, Chinese, Americans, French, British, even a few swedes can be seen mingling amongst each other in the lobby while receiving complimentary wines and caviar. Heading to the receptionist desk, Ren spoke to a beautiful woman who was working the desk.
"Zdravstvuyte, nomer na dvoikh. YA i moy kollega zdes' iz-za baleta i revolyutsionnoy likhoradki." (Hello, room for two. Me and my associate are here for the Ballet and the revolutionary fever.) Ren said trying very hard to stress the whole comrade thing.
"Ou, konechno. Yest' li yeshche kakoye-nibud' zanyatiye, kotorym ty khotel by zanyat'sya v nashem velikom gorode, tovarishch? (Aw, of course. Is there any other activity you wish to comply with while in our great city Comrade?) The Receptionist asked as she pulls out a few brochure. "U nas yest' prekrasnaya lodka, plyvushchaya po Volge k vostoku otsyuda, a takzhe posledniye goryachiye tochki na Krasnoy ploshchadi." (We have a lovely boat going down the Volga east of here, as well as the latest hotspots in Red Square.)
"Um, net, spasibo, my by khoteli, chtoby vse bylo lokal'no. K sozhaleniyu, my ne zaderzhimsya v etom slavnom gorode." (Um, no thanks we'd like to keep things local. We sadly won't be too long in the glorious city.) Ren said declining the offer.
"Oh, kak zhal', tovarishch... vozmozhno, my smozhem poslat' odnu iz nashikh devushek sogret' vashi posteli." (Oh, what a pity comrade... perhaps we can send one of our girls up to warm your beds.) The receptionist suggests as she points to a few beautiful girls who were lounging about, trying to look as attractive as state mandatory eye candy can be. Turning back to her she places the key to their room down and leans forward to reveal a bit of her own clevage for the two. "Vmesto etogo ty, vozmozhno, zakhochesh' sogret' menya. YA nikogda ran'she ne katalas' na kitaytse, no opyat' zhe, my, russkiye devushki, dlya nashikh inostrannykh tovarishchey shlyukhi." (Perhaps it's me you'd wish to warm it instead. Never rolled a China man before, but then again, we Russian girls are sluts for foreign comrades.)
"uh, heh heh. Net, ya s radost'yu obshchayus' s kem-nibud' doma... no spasibo." (Uh, heh heh. No I'm happily going steady with someone back home... thank you though.) Ren declines as he takes the key from off the desk. "Spasibo, khoroshego dnya." (Thanks, have a lovely day.)
Quickly taking the key, Ren dragged the confused Olof towards the elevator, passing by the girls who were waving to them seductivly. Entering the elevator, Ren who was normally stoic seemed greatly unease by the number of girls who were flirting with them.
"Let me guess, those pretty girls were spies?" Olof asked as the elevator ascended.
"Most of them... but after Berlin I don't think Nora would approve of how many girls are flirting with me, let alone that they are communist." Ren explains as the elevator comes to a stop. Exiting they walked to their room, passing by a drunk American reporter was being escorted by two beautiful Russian women to his room that was blasting loud soviet jazz. Entering the room, Ren quickly locks it before undoing his luggage secret compartment. Pulling out a screwdriver that was next to his weapons. He then proceeds to unscrew nearby lamp sockets. Much to Olof's confusion.
"Just what are you looking for?" Olof asked as Ren checks within the walls.
"A wire." Ren said as he checked.
"Oh... any in particular?" Olof asked as he crosses his arms.
"Not an electrical wire, but a listening wire. The Americans used it to catch Al Capone later on in the following decade but I'm not taking any chances while here." Ren reiterates himself as he goes about looking for any listening device.
"Who?" Olof asked not recognizing the name.
"Doesn't matter, point is I cannot stress how much danger we are in should someone hear us say anything remotely anti-social while Trotsky is chairman of the government. Much worse than Stalin, and five times more paranoid." Ren says as he finishes looking around for any listening devices.
"More so than you?" Olof asked sarcastically.
Ren pauses as he looks up at Olof with a stressful glance. "You have any idea what's going on in Ukraine? When the horrors come to light it will be only scratch the surface of what truly happens when desperate people go hungry."
Olof not sure what Ren means by this decided to leave it at that. He continues to watch Ren scour the room, before putting everything back in place. He then physically prepares himself to go out. Turning to Olof, "Alright, if our information is correct while in Saint Petersburg he assisted the stage producer at the State Academic Opera and Ballet Theater. We speak to him and perhaps we can leave the country before seeing the play."
"Alright, suppose I'm fine with that. Though rude not to see what's the difference between Russian and French ballet is." Olof said with a shrug before the two exits the room and make their way down to the Lobby.
Passing by the flirting girls, they were about to exit when Ren bumps into a little girl with red hair. Knocking a tray of cigarettes out of her hand. "Ey, smotri! Eti dymki dlya nashikh brat'yev i sester po fabrike!" (Hey, watch it! These smokes are for our brothers and sisters of the factory!)
"Moi izvineniya, malyshka." (My apologies little one.) Ren said as he begins picking some of the cigarettes up before handing it to her. "Ty slishkom molod dlya prodazhi sigaret. Razve ty ne dolzhen byt' v shkole?" (Your a bit young to be selling cigarettes. Shouldn't you be in school?)
The little girl looks up at Ren, her grey eyes stared into ren's pinkish eyes. He noted her coat is a bit raggedy, but underneath was a uniform. A young Pioneers uniform. Like the American Scouts with a white uniform, red scarf and blue skirt. Dedicated to teaching young children the duty of communism. After a few moments she spoke in accusing tone. "Prodavat'? Kak-to slishkom kapitalisticheskiy tovarishch. Net, ya dayu im otdokhnut'. Nash dolg — sledit' za nashimi rabochimi. Vot pochemu mne razresheno pomogat' vo vremya pereryva." (Selling? A bit too capitalist comrade. No I'm giving them for their break. It's our duty to watch over our working men. Which is why I'm allowed to help during break.)
"YA ponimayu. Izvinite, my tol'ko chto soshli s poyezda iz Berlina, tak chto prostite za plokhoy vybor slov, miss..." (I see. Sorry, we just got off the train from Berlin so forgive my poor choice of words Ms...) Ren said in a friendly tone trying hard not to be reported by a kid.
"Sergeyevich! Natal'ya Sergeyevich! A teper', yesli vy menya izvinite, ya uzhe opazdyvayu." (Sergeyevich! Natalia Sergeyevich! Now if you excuse me I'm late already.) The little girl said as she takes the cigarettes and rushed down the street.
"... Well she seems nice." Olof said noting the girls tone despite not knowing what she said.
"For now." Ren remarks with a hint of pity in his voice. Olof picks up on that but before he could ask, Ren fixes his own coat before walking off towards the State Academic Opera and Ballet Theater.
Ten minutes later, at the Gosudarstvennyy akademicheskiy teatr opery i baleta.
Entering inside the theater, they find a number of thespians, and stage hands working together with the ballerinas and danseur. A few understudies can be seen watching from the side as well as some members of the party who enjoy the beauty of the performance. Ren and Olof upon walking in stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around they were trying to find the director for the performance. They didn't need to look very far as he appears on stage to give a lengthy speech.
"Tovarishchi, tovarishchi! YA rad, chto my vse sobralis' segodnya zdes'. Kak vy znayete, posle neschastnogo sluchaya, unesshego chast' moyey zhizni, a takzhe zhizni nashey talantlivoy vedushchey g-zhi Veroniki Talanovoy, neschastnaya konchina. No, ya s gordost'yu govoryu spasibo za podnyatiye iskusstva nashimi slavnymi rukovoditelyami, i za novobrantsa nashey novoy tantsovshchitsy Kabinovoy Vsevolodovny. My nakhodimsya na vernom puti k zaversheniyu i vypusku v efir novogo velikolepnogo libretto, kotoroye ne tol'ko prineset slavu revolyutsii nauk; chto staryy prikaz oproverg. No obratite vnimaniye vsego mira na nash sotsialisticheskiy utopizm!" (Comrades, comrades! I'm happy we are all here today. As you know since the accident that has taken parts of me as well as the lives of our talented lead Ms. Veronika Talanova unfortunate demise. But, I'm proud to say thanks to the lifting of the arts by our glorious leaders, and the recruit of our newest dancer, Kabinova Vsevolodovna. We are well on our way to completing and airing a glorious new libretto that will not only bring the glory of the revolution of sciences; that the old ordered denied. But bring the attention of the world to our socialist utopianism!) The fat man with several bandages over his face and right hand said as he presents a tall thin woman. She had an unnatural look about her, it was as if she was tipping on her toes rather than walking. It was graceful but unsettling. She gives a bow with her stoic look remaining unbroken, not even a wrinkle of emotion as she looks around. The director continues his little speech, "K sozhaleniyu, u nas plotnyy grafik, poetomu ya ozhidayu, chto my vse budem userdneye rabotat' v budushchem. Pokrovitel', kotoryy podaril nam «Zimu sredi zvezd», nastoyal na tom, chtoby my sdelali eto... za dve nochi." (Now, sadly we are on a tight schedule so I'd expect us all to work harder going forward. The patron who brought us Winter Among the Stars, has pushed us to have it done... in two nights time.)
This caused an uproar by the staff who were completely shocked by how little time they will have. Even the party members in attendance were also in shock. The Director then had to quickly calm everyone down. "Tovarishchi, tovarishchi. YA znayu, chto eto nemnogo, no, pozhaluysta, ver' v menya. YA spetsial'no rabotal s kakim-to neobychnym baletnym orkestrom, oni sposobny provesti dlya nas spektakl', prodelav minimum raboty. Pozhaluysta, sokhranyayte spokoystviye i vlozhite vse, chto u vas yest', v eto predstavleniye. Ibo budet odna Rodina, o kotoroy mir ne vspomnit!" (Comrades, comrades. I know I know that isn't much but please have faith in me. I have specially worked with some unusual ballet orchestra, they are able to carry the show for us to do minimal work. Please remain at ease and put everything you have in this performance. For it will be one the motherland, no the world shall remember!)
This didn't calm the staff of the State Academic Opera and Ballet Theater. Nor relieve the party officials who gave disapproving glairs at the director for pushing the performance ahead of any approved dates. Nervously he remarks "Yesli u vas yest' kakiye-libo voprosy, pozhaluysta, zadayte ikh moyemu pomoshchniku, tak kak u menya mnogo raboty. Eto proizoydet s operezheniyem grafika, i my dolzhny rabotat' kak yedinoye tseloye. Spasibo." (If you have any inquires please bring it up with my assistant as I have much work to do. This will go ahead of schedule, and we must work as one. Thank you.)
The director quickly leaves among a fury of inquiries on the timing of such an event. As the staff received no answers the ballerina dancer, Kabinova moves off stage to the stars dressing room. Watching all from behind Olof asked Ren. "Just what were they talking about?"
"Seems Comrade Zhukov has bitten off more than he can chew and now has to produce the recital in two days." Ren simplified.
"Oh by Guds skägg I would not want to be him." Olof said as he strokes his own beard
Ren nods as well, before noticing some of the party members heading backstage with a fuming look on their face. Not a good sign. "Yes... we sure do not want to be him."
"I'm guessing we got to wait awhile don't we." Olof remarks with a huff of annoyance. Looking around he finds an empty seat and made himself comfortable. Ren joined him, sitting beside him they watched the dancers going over the libretto while the understudies start work on the props. Complaining all the way.
As they waited a few of the staffers brought out spare musical instruments since this special orchestra isn't present. They begin to play a jaunty strange tune to which the dancers begin to sway to the mellody. It was unorthodox to say the least doesn't sound a bit Russian. A bit German if anything which confuses the staff as to why this would play during the reciatle. However Olof picks up on the music quickly.
"Huh, sounds Finnish. Maybe Kalevala?" Olof remarks as his ears perks up in hope of hearing the music better.
"Not just Kalevala. It's Väinämöinen." Ren says as he hears whispers of strange words within music itself.
"Väinämöinen? You can't be serious" Olof remarks with a smirk however goes silent as Ren's eyes twinkle with memories of his time in the Dreamlands. "By the Paholaisen peräaukko, your serious? Legends of Väinämöinen are true?"
"Sort of." Ren says as he stands up. "I think I will be having a word with the director. Stay here it shouldn't take too long."
He heads for the back with some ease as the staff were to focus on their own thing to notice a stranger walking into the back. Slinking backstage Ren can hear a conversation happening at the end of the hall. It didn't sound pleasant, a lot shouting from three different voices.
"Vy zashli slishkom daleko, tovarishch Zhukov!" (You've gone too far Comrade Zhukov!)
"Dva dnya! My proyavili k vam i vashim khakeram slishkom bol'shuyu sniskhoditel'nost'." (Two Days! We gave you and your hacks too much leniency.)
"Tovarishch Zhukov, komissiya dopuskayet v etom dele osnovaniye Soli prezidentom kul'tury naroda Leningrada. Eto bylo sdelano ne po prikhoti, i vo mnogikh teatrakh potrebovalos' mnogo nedel', chtoby pozvolit' vsey gruppe khotya by ustroit' vystupleniye vam i vashemu predydushchemu artisticheskomu rezhimu. Teper', yesli vy khotite zabrat' vse obratno, my budem boleye chem rady vam pomoch'." (Comrade Zhukov, the committee allows for this affair based Soley on president of culture for the people of Leningrad. This was not on a whim and took many weeks from many theaters to even allow the whole party to humor you and your previous artistical affiliated régime to perform. Now if you wish to take back everything, we are more than happy to oblige.)
The door slams open and three members walked out with one particularly fat member turning around to screaming out, "YA zhdu ofitsial'nykh izvineniy pered kollektivom i tvoyego ukhoda iz teatra. Yesli net, to ya lichno proslezhu za tem, chtoby vas arestovali za podryvnuyu deyatel'nost' i otpravili v Sibir'!" (I'll expect a formal apology to the staff and your resignation from all theater. If not then I will personally see to that you are arrested for subversion and shipped off to Siberia!)
Ren quickly ducks out of the way and waits for them to pass. Seems like things did not turn out well for Director. Ren slowly moves toward the door, pondering how to approach when he hears something from beyond the door. It was a strange sound almost like a buzzing noise. Listening close, he can make out some words.
"Vidish', chto ya tebe skazal! Vam ponadobilos' neskol'ko tel, chtoby doyti do etogo mesta, i vy vybrosili vse eto, chtoby ulozhit'sya v kakoye-to raspisaniye!" (See, what did I told you! It took you multiple bodies to get us this far and you throw it all away to meet some time table!) A voice that Ren recognize as theater Director Zhukov snaps in a mixture of frustration and fear. "YA ustal ot etogo bezumiya v tot den', kogda ty i eta ved'ma pokhitili menya! Prosto day mne ischeznut', klyanus', ya nichego ne skazhu!" (I tire of this madness the day you and that witch took me! Just let me disappear, I swear I won't say anything!)
"Bzzzzzzzzzz Sluzhba etogo Bzzzzzzzzzz yeshche ne zakonchena. Obeshchannoye Bzzzzzzzzzz spektakl' dolzhen Bzzzzzzzzzz byt' zavershen." (Bzzzzzzzzzz This one's service Bzzzzzzzzzz is not yet done. The Bzzzzzzzzzz performance, that was Bzzzzzzzzzz promise, must be completed.) The voice said in an almost shaking insectoid tone. Ren leans closer trying to make out just what this odd voice seems to be talking about. "No delays, the time is now.)
"A kogda komitet nas zakroyet?! YA yedva perezhil Sibir', kak revolyutsiya otpravila menya v eti chernyye poyezda. YA ne budu prokhodit' cherez eto snova." (And when the committee shuts us down?! I barely survived Siberia when the revolution sent me away on those black trains. I won't go through that again) Director Zhukov pleads with the unknown voice.
"My spravimsya s etim. Bzzzzzzzzzz U nas yest' loyal'nyye Bzzzzzzzzzz agenty, kotoryye delali Bzzzzzzzzzz eto ran'she i budut Bzzzzzzzzzz prodolzhat' eto delat'." (We will handle Bzzzzzzzzzz this. We have loyal Bzzzzzzzzzz agents who have Bzzzzzzzzzz done this before and shall Bzzzzzzzzzz continue to do so.) The voice clicked some more before stopping. Speaking incoherently, "Vidno bzzhukhu zhuzhzhat' bzzukhu iskat' bzhzzz bzzzz bzzh doprashivat'!" Bzzhuhu is seen buzz bzzuhu seek bhhzzzz bhzzzz bzzzh interrogate!)
Ren tried to catch the few words he could understand before suddenly grabbed from behind. Thrown against the wall before him was that dancer, Kabinova Vsevolodovna. For someone who's profession focuses on flexibility and agility she was surprisingly strong. Unsurprising for a ballerina she lunges at him with great speed, delivering devastating kicks that would break a normal person's bones, though Ren's Aura prevented any significant damage beyond a severe beating. He was kicked hard a few times before sent flying back. Falling to the ground he can see her leaping towards him, to which he barely rolled out of the way as she impaled her leg through the wood floor. Looking at how deadly that was, he quickly rushed to his feet before running away while she was trapped in the floorboards. He didn't had his weapons on him, and even if he somehow won in a straight up fight against that stone cold dancer. There was no way he can explain to the authorities of what happened. He can hear the crack of wood, she was free. Daring not to look back he was about to race towards the exit when suddenly something connected with him. He was thrown to the side where he crashes out on stage much to the shock of the staff and those watching. Struggling to get up, a voice calls out.
"Kto-nibud', khvatayte yego! Vor, grabitel', Vtorgshiysya inostranets!" (Someone grab him! Thief, burglar, Trespassing foreigner!) Director Zaytesev screams as he rushes out from behind the curtains with Kabinova slinking behind not to be noticed. The staff soon turn on Ren, seizing him thinking he was an intruder. Ren struggled to break free from those hands when suddenly he was smacked on the back of the head by a wooden rod. Falling unconscious.
Hello Comrades, It is I Wombag1786 here. Back on track for the next set of RWBY Noir. Now this chapter was a bit short but given the last one was literally 30k long (Which is 3 times longer then any chapter I worked on.) I think this can be excused for it.
Now, this chapter sets up a neat little peak into the Soviet Union. So to give some basic information on the "Workers Utopia". Under Stalin the Soviet Union worked according to his 5 year plan, transforming the rural underdeveloped Russia into an industrial superpower to spread the glorious socialist paradise to the world. Beginning in 1928 after coming to power in 1922 (between that time he tried Lennin's ideas and well... they sucked.) the five-year planned did work at the cost of millions who died of starvation. (Everyone starved, was shot, sent to the camp or if they were really unlucky survived just long enough to be shot by the Germans.) So how does Trotsky's Russia look like? Well unlike HOI4, it's worse. See Stalin wasn't a fanatic he realized that if he tries to spread communism by military means (Like what happened during the Polish-Soviet war of 1919-1921) would fail miserably due to Russia's inability to compete with western industrial powers. So he bides his time, working so that one day he can push the soviet agenda similar to what Hitler did in Austria. However, under Trotsky despite what he wrote during his time in exile, he will be doing the something but no changes to Lennin's plan of spreading communism by any means necessary. Thus, by the end of the five-year plan we will see multiple wars, up and down the Baltics to the Nordic countries. How this will affect ww2 well, we will just have to wait and see.
Now, onto questions and comments.
From Comrade Crimson Weresloth: Thanks... that took far to long then I liked.
Thanks for writing
Comrade Crimson Weresloth.
From Comrade Blackwing8: Thank you... the last step was harder then the rest... also picking random events. Did not want to give to much away.
Heh, fair enough. Took weeks to write this. Months if you count the timeline (And I trimmed that shit down)
Well here we are Comrade. In the Soviet Union and we are about to feel the straight of being under a big brother.
Thanks for writing Comrade Blackwing8From Comrade :
Thanks for writing Comrade
Well with this done, I look forward to the next chapter... oh speaking of which the voted upon arc, (Oath's and Bloodlines) Will appear in the follow up arc. (Next arc after is the Swine of Manchester, then Oath's and Bloodlines) Works out well as given... the nature of the next arc you might understand why. But till then please help a Comrade out. Fav and Fol the story, leave a comment or question down bellow.
This is Wombag1786 Signing off