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Chapter 9: Midnight kiss

AN: HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

Lenin's POV:
I have never been more excited for the new year.
New years meant new beginnings.
And hopefully, a new Russia.
I feel a revolution coming on 😼
Maybe this year I'll be able to get over Stalin.
Tonight I'm hosting a new years get together with a few of the members.
They should be arriving any minute.
But there's one small thing that's making me extremely nervous...Stalin. I invited Stalin.
I was felling impulsive and thought, you know what, we're meant to be friends, why not?
He just better not show up looking as good as he did at the Christmas party...oh lawddd...those tigh pants...phew...is it hot in here?

There's a knock at the door and I open it to find Kamenev and Zinoviev (arriving togther, of course, in matching outfits).
Then a few minutes after that it's Bukharin, looking snazzy in a glittery jumpsuit.
Next it's Tomsky, rocking a leather jacket and silver eyeliner.
I tell him he looks cunty.
Rykov arrives slightly late and I hurry him in.
Before I have a chance to give them all drinks there's another knock at the door.
Oh good, there's on,y one more person it could be.

I nervously rush to the door, fixing my hair quickly before opening the door.
"Hi," I exhale deeply.
"Hi."
Oh god. His voice. I missed it.
"Uhhh, come in," I move aside so he can come in.
He shuffles in, hangs up his coat and I gesture towards the living room.

We all sit around the fire, playing chess and gossiping.
When it gets to 11:50 we turn on some traditional Russian folk music (can't beat it) and dance our hearts out.
It gets to 11:55 and Stalin and I are squished next to each other on the couch, with the others on each side of us.
My leg is basically over his, but we're both pretending to be unaware of the contact.
At 11:58, Stalin and I are shoulder to shoulder, we're so close I can feel his breathing with every bone in my body.
I feel like I can't breathe.
At 11:59 we all turn to the clock and await the countdown.
With20 seconds until midnight we all stand up, ready to shout our countdown.
Then it hits me.
Who am I going to kiss at midnight?
Kamenev and Zinoviev are obvs going to smooch.
Bukharin and Rykov might have a cheeky peck.
Tomsky won't be bothered, a romantic king.
So that leaves...
Oh god. I can't kiss him.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to.
But we're meant to be friends. And I don't know whether he wants to.
It's 10 seconds until midnight and the countdown begins.
10
9
8
Stalin glances my way.
7
6
He does it again, an emotion in his eyes I can't read.
5
4
His staring at my lips now
3
2
Could this happen?
1
Stalin grans my face and his lips come crashing onto mine.
HAPPY NEW YEARRRR!!!!
And it's over just as quickly as it happened.
Stalin pulls away. Looking mortified.

Things just got a whole lot more confusing.