Dikiy stared out of his office window, looking at the moonlight shimmering off the Angara River. It brought him a brief respite, a second of calm in a very chaotic night.
In happier times, he would have been sound asleep right now. He just couldn't, though. Not when Holy Russia is in such shape. If I were the Polack pretender across the river making a mockery of Alexei's name, it would have been enough. But the financial situation was looking increasingly dire as well. Man cannot live on bread alone, but an army cannot march on prayers to God alone either.
He took off his glasses and polished them before looking at the river again, as if it could somehow deliver a greater tranquility now that his vision was cleared Nothing Suddenly, Dikiy felt incredibly faint, and he staggered toward the armchair in the office's corner before he passed out completely. He felt his glasses slip off his nose, and he vaguely heard a crunch beneath his feet as he flopped into the chair. He would worry about his glasses when he was conscious again.
"So he did get some sleep after all."
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The Eternal Regency of Holy Russia
Historical FictionFounded as a reaction to the imposter Alexei II in Irkutsk, the Regency of Holy Russia is foremost a state centered around putting down any opposition to the true Regent - Andrey Dikiy himself. From a radio station in the Buryatian wilderness. Dikiy...
