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Trust me bro his crazy click on his profile and ignore this one look at his last two stories the completed one is 330k words and he only started it in April the other 140k JUNE 1ST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Author is super motivated hope they don't burn out too soon and ouch MC lost his waifu
i also look at his profile in ao3, some of his stories they literally told us they lost interest or something, but again im just hoping as this seems to be a fun readDAMN IT!!!!!!!!????????? we all know the Mikheil crashout but what about Aleksander man lost both his baby sisters Kato dying fine unavoidable but Aleksandra nah he probably doesn't give two shits about that dude's entire family getting merked.
Trust me bro his crazy click on his profile and ignore this one look at his last two stories the completed one is 330k words and he only started it in April the other 140k JUNE 1ST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And with this, Mikheil cements himself as the greatest crashout in history."Clear the square," I told my guards. "We're going to need space for the executions. I want the Kremlin in the background. Make sure the photographers get a good angle—it's not just about killing them, it's about making it a memory. Let the counter-revolutionaries shit their pants at the name Mikheil Jugashvili."
Im actually really interested in this. Compile an album and title it something edgy like "Symphony of Slaughter"Would someone ever record the notes for Mikhail's songs?
That would be so epic. Tortured artist inquisitor-comissar, Mikheil Jugashvili.
I wonder how would Soviet history books portray him.
Then the reality set in — Marines already disarmed, sailors herded at bayonet point, Czech flags already fluttering from the rigging of the destroyer beside us. He barked the order. Reluctant, but clear. The crew obeyed. Down into the guts of the ship they went, stripped of rifles, stripped of dignity.
Inside, though, the fury still seethed. They thought I was leashed. They thought the KGB could strip me of my Guards, turn my family into hostages, and I would simply salute and smile. Let them. I would play the dutiful general for now. But when the war was done, when the northern front was quiet, I would break their leash. And then they would learn what happens when you touch what is mine.
Stalin's trust is inversely proportional to his perception of the protagonists competence. up until now, he saw him as both a friend and a threat, incapable of understanding how deep the bond s of family run for him. however after he has miss stepped and got reprimanded, aka fucked up for the first time in the story, Stalin can finally see the faults beneath the veneer of competence. in seeing that his brother is fallible, the threat level he represents has been considerably lowered. thus rendering him open to being friendly with only a marginal increase in risk.