Chernov x Trotsky

Chapter 1

The year was July 1917 and it was the July days because it was July. That July there was chaos because everyone was mad and militant because of the famine or something. I gazed across the crowds of dirty peasants and barbaric workers (who we pretend to care about but really we just need their support for the revolution LULZ XD) and my heart stopped.

It was the love of my life, the dictator of my heart, the hammer to my sickle: Comrade Chernov, was mercilessly stuffed in the car, just like how we will stuff all the Mensheviks and SRs into the dustbin of history one day.

I knew I had to save him.

So I did.

I yeeted him out of the car and got him to safety. He stared up at me with eyes as large as Russia's state revenue from vodka (20% to be precise :)))) ). I blushed communist red- the only red that matters, other than the red of the blood of the bourgeois.

"Thank," said Chernov.

"Welcs," I said.

"I love you," he said.

But I had to correct him. "No comrade.

We love Us."