It was 1922, and things weren't looking good. World War 1 had destroyed Russia. Half of its people were dead, and the land was destroyed par the Axis.
The last czar, Nicholas, had finally had enough of the drama his country had to offer, and stepped down from the throne. He and his entire family were assassinated one par one soon after.
Riots increased. A government formed, but thanks to the famous Bolsheviks, that didn't do too well.
"What now..?" Ivan mumbled to himself.
He hadn't been doing too good either. His beige hair had withered into a thin, dead, nothing. He had stopped eating almost...
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