"Oh dear!" I exclaimed as I crashed face-first into a big hard wall and my communist literature fell to the ground. Then my bum hits the concrete floor with a loud thud.
Oh my God. Why am I such a clutz? Why did this have to happen today, on the day of my big speech and in front of so many members of the Sovnarkom?
I'm so stupid!
I slap my hand to my forehead, and as I begin to pick up my books, my hand brushes against another rough, veiny hand. I look up and realise... it wasn't a wall I walked into, instead I'm met by two blue orbs. As blue as the ocean. I get lost in them, but then the owner of the eyes speaks.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." His deep gravely voice says. I nod quietly. I brush off and start collecting my books, not daring to look up. But he continues, "I thought you might need some help, I'm Jo by the way, but most dudes call me Stalin."
"I-I'm Lenin." I murmur in response
We finish picking up m=my books when he hands me the last one, his fingers gently grazing mine. I glance back up at him, this guy has got to be at least 7ft.
I take in his features, his dark, long hair. His tall, muscular figure. His broad shoulders. His piercing blue eyes. He is gorgeous.
I stutter and try to get my words out. But i can't
"Lost for words?" He asks, shaking me out of my lustful thoughts.
"NO!" I respond defensively. I feel my cheeks burn crimson from embarrassment. " i just need to be somewhere."
"Oh... ok, yeah that's chill, see you around I guess"
"Uh, yeah" i mumble, eyes glued to the floor. i spin on my heels and head for the door.
"wait!" He shouts before I reach the door. I whip my head around to face him
"Yes?" I snap.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere..."
"Heh, maybe here, I practically live here... work is my life"
"Maybe... did you say your name was Lenin?" he questions
"Yes" I respond inquisitively
"Did you perchance write the April Theses?" I am too stunned to speak when he asks me this
"Ye-yes I did" I stuttered, taken aback. He knew my work? Wow! It made me weak in the knees.
"I can't believe I'm meeting the genius behind all of it."
I blush extremely hard and shuffle on the spot. "Oh, I'm not sure about genius"
"Yes, genius"
We stand in silence for a couple of seconds
"Well I'm sure you need to be getting 'somewhere' now don't you?" Stalin asks teasingly
"Uh... yeah"
"Well, nice meeting you, Len"
The nickname takes me by surprise
"Yeah, bye Jo, I- I- I mean Stalin", I go red from embarrassment "sorry about that"
"Honestly, its fine, see ya!"
He flashes me a charming grin, and winks before disappearing out of the door.
YOU ARE READING
The cummunist dick-tator-ship
FanfictionThey're two different people. Ones a short ball of anxiety. The other, a tall dark and handsome daddy. Both are passionate about their work; who thought sparks would fly? But will their ideologies get in the way of this secret love affair.
