Shadows of Kremlin 1924 (IC)

[St George Territory]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 9:45 AM
-the snow will arrive like a fox in a dream-
white itself and the fox white
-VASYL MAKHNO

Kostyantyn sighed as he got up from the desk, saying, "Understood, I will see you at the meeting." And walked out the door. Mercifully, his office was only a short walk away from Comrade Stegnov's office, it was a cozy office, as he had assembled it to a point where it was to his liking, he started to work on letters to peasants commending them for their labour while waiting for the meeting.

[Amuaplye]

Kremlin, Moscow, 10th of February 1924, 9:45 AM
-the snow will arrive like a fox in a dream-
white itself and the fox white
-VASYL MAKHNO

Kostyantyn sighed as he got up from the desk, saying, "Understood, I will see you at the meeting." And walked out the door. Mercifully, his office was only a short walk away from Comrade Stegnov's office, it was a cozy office, as he had assembled it to a point where it was to his liking, he started to work on letters to peasants commending them for their labour while waiting for the meeting.

As soon as Konstyantyn left, he grabbed the phone. He shook his head, and set it down. He was torn between doing it, and not doing it.

"Я буду ждать."

He walked down the hall into the meeting hall of the Congress of Soviets, and sat down in his seat.

1. I'll wait.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Kremlin Senate, Politburo meeting hall.

Despite heavy snow, Bulgan Budanovich Hevlin rode to the Kremlin Senate on the back of Mongolian white mare. He left it in the hands of the Kremlin stablemaster, and after leaving his heavy fur coat and his budenovka in the lobby, he took the small brush offered to him by one of the Kremlin employees and proceeded to brush snow from his clothes. He took another look at his tall, shining black boots, straightened his uniform and entered the Senate Hall.

He was early for the joint meeting, but still he saw General Secretary waiting here. He greeted him, speaking Russian with his characteristic Buryat accent:
"Comrade Stegnov! Early to the meeting too, I see?"

[Amuaplye]

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Kremlin Senate, Politburo meeting hall.

Despite heavy snow, Bulgan Budanovich Hevlin rode to the Kremlin Senate on the back of Mongolian white mare. He left it in the hands of the Kremlin stablemaster, and after leaving his heavy fur coat and his budenovka in the lobby, he took the small brush offered to him by one of the Kremlin employees and proceeded to brush snow from his clothes. He took another look at his tall, shining black boots, straightened his uniform and entered the Senate Hall.

He was early for the joint meeting, but still he saw General Secretary waiting here. He greeted him, speaking Russian with his characteristic Buryat accent:
"Comrade Stegnov! Early to the meeting too, I see?"

"Да, я рано на заседании Политбюро. Прошло около пятнадцати минут, прежде чем он начнется, если я угадаю."

1. Yes, I am early to the Politburo meeting. There's about... fifteen minutes before it starts, if I'm guessing right.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"I don't have a watch, but I see there's no one present. Better to be early than to be late, I guess. They'll come any minute... " The tall Buryat man took "Pravda" from the table and skimmed through the titles.

[Amuaplye]

"I don't have a watch, but I see there's no one present. Better to be early than to be late, I guess. They'll come any minute... " The tall Buryat man took "Pravda" from the table and skimmed through the titles.

"Почти все это будет обсуждаться на сегодняшнем заседании."

1. Almost all of that will be discussed at today's meeting.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"I was going to tell some things about that problem in the Caucus." Hevlin grumbled.

[Amuaplye]

"I was going to tell some things about that problem in the Caucus." Hevlin grumbled.

"Я не знаю о проблеме на Форуме."

1. I am not aware of the problem in the Caucus.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"I was referring to the Armenians voting against Nakhchivan republic becoming part of Azerbaijan. The Transcaucasian Federation is like three vicious dogs in a small bag. They keep biting each other."

[Greater Persian State]

OOC: Appropiate Music (Great movie by the way)

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Lubyanka, Moscow

"Comrade, these words are honorable and true. And as long as we have people like you, such Comrades of Lenin, we will do well. Be assured to OGPU will always be on the side of comrades such as yourself." Emil smiled and shook the man's hand. An officer came in and said
"Comrade Mikuliyev has arrived."
"Comrade Mikuliyev indeed. Send him in." replied Volodya, he turned to Yurievich. "I hope you can stay for our discussions."

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Mikulyev entered Volodya's office. He was visibly nervous. He saw Yurievich inside:

"Good morning to you comrade Yurievich. Commissar Volodja, for which reason was my presence required?"

[Amuaplye]

"I was referring to the Armenians voting against Nakhchivan republic becoming part of Azerbaijan. The Transcaucasian Federation is like three vicious dogs in a small bag. They keep biting each other."

"Вот почему это стоит на повестке дня. Я думаю о том, чтобы разделить их на три. Армения, Азербайджан и Нахичевань должны быть самими собой.

Мы также должны послать туда несколько военнослужащих, если напряженность закипит."


1. That's why that's on the agenda. I'm thinking about splitting them in three. Armenia, and Azerbaijan, and Nakhichevan should be its own.

We should also send a few troops over there in case tensions boil over.

[Greater Persian State]

OOC: Appropiate Music (Great movie by the way)

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Lubyanka, Moscow

Emil Volodya smiled widely, there was no feeling like power. It wasn't a malevolent feeling, just the elation of being in a position of elevation.
"I was just talking with Comrade Yurievich, I thought it prudent we and we all have a discussion before the party congress meets. I was wondering what the agenda is and how you Mikulyev plan to prosecute the goals you have set."

[Greater Persian State]

OOC: Appropiate Music (Great movie by the way), also Moscow hasn't got the news yet

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Limbur

Several men on horseback rode into the city. 12 at least...more like 15. Each wearing the traditional red cavalry cap. The villagers scattered the men dismounted in front of a one-story building. It's more modern style conflicted with the traditional Uzbek tents and sod huts around. The windows were smashed, the door broken in half. Inside, the officers investigated, a portrait of Lenin barely hanged on the wall. The Soviet flag was tarnished and torn on the floor, desks were turned up, dry blood stained the floor and walls. They opened a closet to find a body inside. The officers were revolted. They found a safe busted and empty. They exited the party school. The villagers moved back. The commanding officer pointed at a few homes. The OGPU officers began knocking down doors and shouting loudly in Russian. The villagers didn't understand a word but they scattered, screaming and in fear. The commanding officer stood calmly in the middle of the pathway, smoking a cigarette while his men searched the homes around them. Someone shouted loudly, and an officer dragged several women and children out of a house. Two men were taken out too. One of them was older, the other younger. The officer told the Commander while pointing at the younger man.
"This one has 200 rubles. Obvious where that came from. He was hiding as allowed by this man. The old one." The commander nodded, and shouted in the face of the old man.
"THIS IS TREASON. LET THIS SHOW THAT COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY ACTIVITY, WILL. NOT. BE. TOLERATED." The commander shove his revolver between the man's eyes as he cried out. A shot rang out and the body fell limp. The bandit he was hiding backed up, his face full of fear. The commander shot him twice in the chest. He pointed at the women and children in that house. His men violently escorted them behind the house. Several shots rang out. The commander's translator shouted in Uzbek.
"COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY ACTIVITY WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. LET THIS SHOW THAT THOSE WHO ATTACK THE REVOLUTION, WILL BE PUNISHED. BY ORDER OF DIRECTOR VOLODYA, NO COUNTER REVOLUTIONARY OR REACTIONARY SHALL BE AIDED IN ANY MATTER. THOSE WHO DO WILL BE SHOT. THOSE WHO DO NOT REPORT COUNTER REVOLUTIONARIES WILL BE SHOT."
The men got back on horseback. Before they did the commanding officer saw a man crying over the loss of a loved one. The officer shot him too. Better to get every chance to scare them. The officers rode off, atrocity in their wake. In other villages, other reprisals were carried out. Villages with functioning party apparatus's were sometimes rewarded with rubles, but even in places where a local party was present, atrocities were carried out. The news would travel to Moscow soon, that Volodya was unrelenting with counter revolutionaries.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"On today's meeting, we will simply be discussing matters that will be on the agenda of Congress of Soviets. I had no plans for Party Congress in May.

We will first talk about the attacks in Fergana valley and best way to deal with the insurgency. Then we will talk about delineation of borders in Caucus and in The East. Then we will talk about establishment of relations with united kingdom. Our General secretary had expressed his desire to talk about possible military action in Bessarabia and about...Increasing budget to import foreign technology. I believe he will explain that better himself." Mikuliyeev watched two men intently as he spoke, only stopping once to clean his spectacles.

[Greater Persian State]

"Great Britain? Hm. Please explain your view on the matter Comrade Mikuliyeev." said Volodya eagerly.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"Opening mutual trade with United Kingdom may benefit our economy. However, we must approach this deal with caution, since they are still capitalist and imperialist state. Whoever we send there as ambassador must have his eyes wide open for any attempt of diplomatic sabotage on their behalf." Mikuliyeev spoke.

[Greater Persian State]

"And war with Romania? The General Secretary....is ambitious. Especially after we've just emerged from the reactionary uprising, and even now we are targeted by capitalists." Emil smiled again and lit a cigarette.

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"I hope he will be told, in no unclear terms, that we are not ready for such act." Mikuliyeev said meekly.

[Greater Persian State]

"I hope he will be told, in no unclear terms, that we are not ready for such act." Mikuliyeev said meekly.

"Comrade, I completely agree. The meetings will certainly be a time of big decisions. Would you advise that I actively attend Comrade?"

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

"Since Director of the OGPU has seat on the Council of People's Commissars, I'd certainly advise you attend."

[Puertollano]

Minsk, Belarus

Rozalina Lebedev

The rowdy crowds within the factory began to settle as Rozalina took centre stage. This was a meeting of many trade and manufacturing unions in the Minsk area. It attracted the Worker’s Bloc, trade unionists and communists alike, all who came to listen to Rozalina Lebedev. So far, she is the only female representative in the entire Soviet System, which puts a few people off.

“Comrades. You may, or may not know that I have been elected to the role of the representative in the Soviet of Nationalities for our Soviet Belorussian Republic. This day has been years in the waiting, the years of war and infighting are over. We can rest our weapons on this day, but do not keep them far. I need your support and your undying vigor for our socialist revolution. Soon, I will represent this Republic to the fullest of my extent, but I cannot achieve that without your backing. You are the workers that put me here, and I will be your voice. We will defend our rights, with no exceptions. Mark my words. Thank you.”

[The Free Territory of Makhnovia]

Minsk, Belarus




Elderly worker in one of the front rows shouted:

"Long live Lenin! Long live comrade Lebedeva! Down with the bosses!"

"Down with the bosses!" The shouts spread through the crowd...

[Puertollano]

Minsk, Belarus

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Elderly worker in one of the front rows shouted:

"Long live Lenin! Long live comrade Lebedeva! Down with the bosses!"

"Down with the bosses!" The shouts spread through the crowd...

“Long live Lenin! Down with the bosses!”

She would repeat with the crowd.

[Dentali]

"I hope he will be told, in no unclear terms, that we are not ready for such act." Mikuliyeev said meekly.

"Comrade, I completely agree. The meetings will certainly be a time of big decisions. Would you advise that I actively attend Comrade?"

"I agree war cannot be pursued immediately with Romania, however the military needs to be appeased. Lets us tell them we are making preparations for such a conflict, that they may begin planning but the actual execution of such a plan must be delayed for a time. As for the English, a trade agreement with them is vital to the NEP, we must open relations."