Prologue
Peter Wrangel was sitting in his office marvelling the beauty of his handgun when suddenly his lackey, Andrey Vlassov walked into the room, short of breath
-Sir, sir did you hear the news?
-What is it, lackey
-They have assasinated Kerensky
-OH MY GOD THAT IS TERRIBLE. HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN???
-A sniper sir
-Oh my god i dont belive me. Leave me alone so i can cry in peace
-As you wish sir
Wrangle pretended to sob, when Andrei left the room he took the phone and rang a mysterious number
-What took you so long, for Christs sake. I said i want him dead before new year? What? It was hard for you to get a sniper rifle? What do you mean, are you a complete idiot??? Really? Even the STAVKA army surplus hasnt event got a good rifle? Gosh i didnt know our army was that bad. Well i...what? You had to sleep with Denikin to ger a proper rifle? If you think i am going to belive in that...what, you behind hurts so bad you cant sit? Listen i am not going to pay you any extra money but if you get some evidence Denikin had relations with you...oh so he will kill you if you talk. Well you will have to sacrifice for a greater Russia and...oh i didnt know you are Slovenian. Well that explains alot of stuff. Well in any case ill keep in touch with you
Wrangel hung up
-What a loser. Andrei!!!
-Yes, my master
-My henchmen, we must rally our forces and march onto Moscow and SEIZE POWER!!!
-Too late sir, Denikin beat you to it
-WHAT? HOW COULD HE
-Well he is a powerfull person. And he also has the only army who has working rifles
-Well what about my army?
-You dont have an army sir
-Then what do i have?
-Apsolutly nothing
-And your army?
-Hahahaha, my army? We cant find a working rifle anywhere
-Well...what do you use your rifles for anyways?
-Oh loads of stuff. I use mine as a backscracher
-That is...disturbing...
-Indeed, oh great one.
-Well...there will be opportunities but i swear DENIKIN I WILL GET YOU. I DONT KNOW WHEN, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT I WILL GET YOU!!!
-May i remind you sir, you are only available on Tuesdays and Fridays
-I thought i was free on Thursdays?
-No you play golf with Denikin
-Really...well we...wait, what is this golf?
-Stickgolfball
-Ahhhhhh...great game indeed...wait did you make that up just now?
-Yes and may I say i envy myself
-Well i certainly dont. NOW GO GET ME DINNER. We have planning to do
-Yes, most cruell
Vlassov kisses the feet of Wrangel and walks off
-I seriously need a new henchmen. I swear it is so hard to get servents whos IQ is lower than 20
Peter Wrangel, the to-become leader of Rossija
Peter Wrangel was sitting in his office marvelling the beauty of his handgun when suddenly his lackey, Andrey Vlassov walked into the room, short of breath
-Sir, sir did you hear the news?
-What is it, lackey
-They have assasinated Kerensky
-OH MY GOD THAT IS TERRIBLE. HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN???
-A sniper sir
-Oh my god i dont belive me. Leave me alone so i can cry in peace
-As you wish sir
Wrangle pretended to sob, when Andrei left the room he took the phone and rang a mysterious number
-What took you so long, for Christs sake. I said i want him dead before new year? What? It was hard for you to get a sniper rifle? What do you mean, are you a complete idiot??? Really? Even the STAVKA army surplus hasnt event got a good rifle? Gosh i didnt know our army was that bad. Well i...what? You had to sleep with Denikin to ger a proper rifle? If you think i am going to belive in that...what, you behind hurts so bad you cant sit? Listen i am not going to pay you any extra money but if you get some evidence Denikin had relations with you...oh so he will kill you if you talk. Well you will have to sacrifice for a greater Russia and...oh i didnt know you are Slovenian. Well that explains alot of stuff. Well in any case ill keep in touch with you
Wrangel hung up
-What a loser. Andrei!!!
-Yes, my master
-My henchmen, we must rally our forces and march onto Moscow and SEIZE POWER!!!
-Too late sir, Denikin beat you to it
-WHAT? HOW COULD HE
-Well he is a powerfull person. And he also has the only army who has working rifles
-Well what about my army?
-You dont have an army sir
-Then what do i have?
-Apsolutly nothing
-And your army?
-Hahahaha, my army? We cant find a working rifle anywhere
-Well...what do you use your rifles for anyways?
-Oh loads of stuff. I use mine as a backscracher
-That is...disturbing...
-Indeed, oh great one.
-Well...there will be opportunities but i swear DENIKIN I WILL GET YOU. I DONT KNOW WHEN, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT I WILL GET YOU!!!
-May i remind you sir, you are only available on Tuesdays and Fridays
-I thought i was free on Thursdays?
-No you play golf with Denikin
-Really...well we...wait, what is this golf?
-Stickgolfball
-Ahhhhhh...great game indeed...wait did you make that up just now?
-Yes and may I say i envy myself
-Well i certainly dont. NOW GO GET ME DINNER. We have planning to do
-Yes, most cruell
Vlassov kisses the feet of Wrangel and walks off
-I seriously need a new henchmen. I swear it is so hard to get servents whos IQ is lower than 20
Peter Wrangel, the to-become leader of Rossija