Regent Dikiy continued staring at the river. It didn't bring him calm anymore - it hadn't in a while-but it provided something to keep his mind distracted for a moment. How long was it since he had been outside, two days? Judging by the pile of plates in the corner of his office, it was probably closer to three. Of course, as far as his men were concerned, he was valiantly conducting affairs of state and solving the problems that plague the regency. But frankly, it was getting hard to tell the difference between the problems and the state. Who was his friend anymore? Who was his enemy? Were his guards up to something? Why did demanding more guard rotations not solve that? Was the officer who planned the guard rotations in on it? What was he in on?
Dikiy glanced at the wall, showing a map of Russia, endless lines drawn on it in half a dozen colors showing the ever-shifting borders of the state. That was it! With Russia so divided, he could simply wage wars and keep the guards he distrusted on the front lines at all times! It was genius, why didn't he think of that before?
He returned to his desk and began feverishly writing, composing battle strategies, drafting mobilization orders, all the the energy of a man possessed. Possessed by a divine will to power granted through the intercession of the Tsarevich, no doubt.
"The clock ticks onward."
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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...
