The cummunist dick-tatorship

Chapter 4: Stalin's revenge

Author's note: soz chat haven't been able to upload in a while, too busy failing exams plus had knee surgery
TW: Homophobic content/ sensitive issues

Stalin's POV:
My jaw clenches as I remember what Lenin told me.
My hands curl into a tight fist.
I feel the anger pulse through my veins just picturing it happening.

I'm currently sat in my dim-lit office, my only source of light being a Christmas cookie candle from Primarka.
I'm scribbling down ideas for my revenge. I have so many.
Hang them?
Force feed them chapters of 'What is to be done?'
Burn them at the stake?
Tie them to the land and force them to be serfs?
The opportunities are endless.
It has to be something phenomenal. Something that will deter them from ever coming near Len ever again.
EUREKA!!
I KNOW!!
I'll tie them up and torture them until they confess they're gay for each other!
HA!!!
That'll get em 😼
The idea of it fills me with delight.
They'll absolutely hate it. Perfect.
I rub my hands together like a fly, smirking evilly.
Now I just have to figure out a way to kidnap them.

Lenin's POV:
I slam the front door behind me.
Fuck.
Yesterday and today have been awful days. But I'm glad I'm home now, so I can be by myself and brainstorm.
I set my massive backpack down, and pull my shoulders back.
I look stupid with my backpack on, it's so heavy and so big in comparison to my small, fragile figure.
After hanging my coat on the hooks next to the door, I make my way to the kitchen.
I prepare myself a snack after this exhausting day, after all I deserve a sweet treat.
I'm munching away on some Medovik, aka, Russian honey cake, when I hear a knock at the door.
Who on earth could that be?
I lead a pretty sad life, you know, barely any friends.
Oh god, it better not be my bullies. Aw shucks, if it is I'll die on the spot.

Slightly hesitant, I walk to the door and reach for the handle.
When I open it I'm met with those icy blue orbs that have become oh so familiar in the past few days.
But why is he here?
AND AT MY HOUSE?!?!
HOW DOES HE KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?!?
"Stalin?!" I exclaim in utter shock.
He looks determined, confident. It's hot af.
"What- what are you doing here? How did you find my address?"
"None of that matters," he gives me that damn smirk, "I came up with the perfect plan?"
"Plan for what? To take over?"
"No silly," I scoff at the nickname, and he messes up the little bit of hair I have, "for my revenge."
"What-"
"So first we need to find some duct tape and we need to figure out a way to-"
"Wait Stalin hold on a minute, I said I didn't want you to do anything." I say in a serious, hurt tone.
By having someone else fight my battles for me I'm basically setting myself up for being bullied harder.
"I know," he sighs before continuing, "but I can't just sit by and do nothing."
"Why do you care so much about what they do to me?"
I hadn't noticed until now, but we'd made our way into the living room and Stalin had sat on the sofa in front of me.
"Well because...because...I just care ok." He shakes his head, looking down at his lap. "Plus I hate those guys anyway so punishing them would be a win win."
I sigh, I don't think I'm going to persuade him to not do this. So i compromise.
"Ok, you can carry out your revenge plan, as long as you don't mention I'm the motivation."
I cross my arms over my chest and raise my eyebrows at him. Got him there.
But to my surprise, he agrees nonchalantly.
"Yes, ok, fine." He smiles at me cheekily, "my lips are sealed." He zips his mouth shut with his hand.
I roll my eyes, but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Right so tell me what you've got in mind."

His idea is ingenious and I can't lie, it fills me with excitement.
I love the idea of those two being accused of what they so cruelly and relentlessly bully me for.
We decide to put the plan into action straight away.
First we plan how we're going to kidnap them, and then we get to work.

First we head to Pobedonostev's house. It's a ridiculous fucking mansion.
And I can't wait to break in.
We smash a large window and jump through, careful to avoid the broken glass on the floor.
We move quickly so anyone alerted of the sound won't find us.
I whisper to Stalin that I reckon the most likely place we'll find him is in his study.
We check in a few rooms, tip-toeing around, before peaking into one to find him hunched over his desk.
I look at Stalin and give him the signal.
He creeps up behind Pobedonostev before pouncing on him.
He's shoves the potato sack we brought with us over his head, and gives me the signal to duct tape his hands and feet.
Due to Stalin's brute strength, he manages to hold Stalin down while I apply the duct tape, it's kind of attractive ngl.
Once he's all tied up we lift him up ready to carry him out.
But before we do I glimpse at the book he was reading.
"An extreme conservative's guide to oppression."
I scoff and turn to Stalin, nodding at the book, "sounds about right."

After chucking Stalin in the back of our wagon, we move to find Stolypin.
We don't bother checking his house, because he always spends his nights at his office.
When we arrive at the government building, I feel nervous for the first time.
We sneak in through an open window, because all of the main doors are manned, and Stalin helps lift me down from the window.
It's an extremely intimate moment. His hands on my waist. My hands on his shoulders. Our faces so close we could-
NO LENIN!
DON'T GET DISTRACTED.
FOCUS ON THE TASK AT HAND.
We find ourselves in a cupboard of some kind, not the first time we've been in one of these 😏
We crack the door open slightly to peer out and see if anyone is outside.
Luckily the coast is clear, so we sneak out.
We're tip-toeing through the hallway when I feel Stalin's hand brush mine. It's only a second of contact, but it sends electricity through my body.
We come to a corner and peek our heads round the wall.
Oh no! A guard is on the other side
My teeth start chattering and my whole body tenses.
That's what I feel Stalin's hand graze mine again, but this time, it feels intentional.
Then his fingers interlock with mine.
He must've felt my body tense up, and this is his attempt to comfort me, and I can't lie, it's working.
His thumb rubs circles on the back of my hand, and my body relaxes, and I almost melt into his muscly figure behind me.
I forget about where we are and what we're doing for a second.
Then I hear footsteps coming closer and I snap out of this trance.
I whip my head around and widen my eyes at Stalin.
He puts a finger to his lips and motions to the door on our right.
He opens it as quietly as possible and we slip inside.

We wait until we hear the footsteps pass.
My back is flush against his chest, or more like his stomach because of our insane height difference.
We're completely silent and still, the only sound and movement being our shaky breathing.
It's a strangely intimate moment. And I can't help but slightly enjoy it.
And I'm rather disappointed when Stalin suggests we should carry on.
We leave the small, dark room and gingerly creep down the next hallway until we find the room that has Stolypin's name engraved in a metal sign on the door.
We make sure we've got all of our supplies before Stalin swings open the door to reveal a sleeping Stolypin with his head lying on the work on his desk.
"He's fast asleep"
"Makes our life easier," Stalin smirks.
Stalin sneaks up behind him and we gently tie up his hands and legs, careful not to wake him, and then shoves the bag over his head.
He begins to squirm, but we quickly manoeuvre him out of the room.
We creep through the hallways and back out of the window we snuck in through.

"MISSION SUCCESSFUL!"  Stalin yells as we finish loading Stolypin into the wagon.
"Will you shush!! They'll hear us," I warn Stalin, but I'm suppressing laughter, and not very well.
We both end up silently laughing our asses off, and when we're done we're gasping for air.
"I can't believe we did it!" Stalin says in disbelief.
"I know!" I shake my head and look up at the night sky.
"We work well together don't we," Stalin whispers, now staring at the starry night sky too.
"I guess we do, in work terms, obviously."
"Heh, yeah, obvs" he scoffs, but he doesn't sound completely sure. And awkward silence settles over us.
"Well!" I say slapping my thighs. "We better get going."
"Uhhh yeah yeah." Stalin says, not looking directly at me.

On to phase 2 of our plan. 😼