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He stood quietly to the side, dressed in full splendor for the occasion, though no amount of pomp could hide his state. The deep circles under his eyes, the hollowed cheeks and protruding cheek bones betraying how thin he'd become. Boris had done some things right, yes, but he'd done many, many things wrong. But despite it all, there was a small smile on his face, a look of pride as his new boss spoke. A look of hope. Vladimir Putin was speaking now as president to his people, delivering his speech to the world, and Ivan almost swore he could already feel the change - though that was ridiculous of course. He had been acting president for five months now already. Today in particular changed nothing specifically, nothing tangibly. Because change had already started, albeit slowly. Perhaps it was just his nation's excitement he was feeling. The apprehension, the hope, the fears and the dreams of millions, and his own. He was not sure he could survive another term under his now-former boss. Putin had a lot to do if they were going to survive for long.
They were filing out now, and Russia followed tamely behind former and current leader down the steps to the parade ground, and like always he is silent. He knows his role, has known it for so very long. He is hear to observe and to be observed. The silent presence and reminder of what was really at stake. And when the marching began he allowed himself to drift back just a bit, allowing himself just a sliver of space, though his eyes never leave the pair of presidents.
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где я? This is not Siberia? I do not know this place, how strange. Has someone else decided to try and interfere with the Bolsheviks? Perhaps I will have to bring them back to Siberia with me. However. камрады!A spectre is haunting Europe—the spectre of Communism. All the Powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre: Pope and Czar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police-spies. Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as Communistic by its opponents in power? Where is the Opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of Communism, against the more advanced opposition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries? The Communists disdain to conceal their views and aims. They openly declare that their ends can be attained only by the forcible overthrow of all existing social conditions. Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workers of the world, Unite!
 Join us, comrades! I have pamphlets for any who wish to learn more! Now where is Anastasia? It is not like her to be so late for our tea parties. I wonder what jam we should have today... I should change my bandages before I find her, the blood surely will upset her.Tags: 1920, civil wars suck, communisim, not facing reality, reversion plot, workers of the world unite
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