I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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Among those captured was a certain Semion Budenny, whom I knew during my time as a Korean, joyfully leading the enemy cavalry with that Mikhail Frunze, only to be caught by the Cossacks in the rain while we were being beaten up.

Besides him, there were also notable figures like the revolutionary woman Alexandra Kollontai and Alexander Silyanov, who were reportedly caught while attempting suicide.

And then there was Lenin.

To be precise, it was Lenin who had completely lost consciousness.

It seems someone tried to take him away. Lenin was found on a carriage, after the driver was killed by a bullet from the Whites, allowing for his capture.

I caught Lenin, the one I dreamed of!

I felt nothing special about it.

If Lenin had been captured while still in good form, filled with rage over the failure of the revolution as a loser, that would be one thing. Right now, a senselessly unconscious Lenin wouldn’t even be recognized as a revolutionary, even if he were thrown out as a homeless person on the streets.

“Why did Lenin collapse?”

“It seems someone attempted to assassinate him. Traces of heavy chloroform inhalation were found in his office.”

“It couldn’t have been the Okhrana’s work.”

If it had been the Okhrana, it surely would have been reported earlier, but it hadn’t.

Yet, isn’t Mikhail Frunze also dead from chloroform?

There’s definitely a strong smell of Stalin here.

However, that guy was nowhere to be seen.

Lev Trotsky.

I searched all over Moscow, but he was nowhere to be found.

If he isn’t here, he must have already fled.

That seems to be the right assumption.

“Unfortunately, there aren’t any big names like Trotsky around. We did capture Stalin though, he was taken by a lost German soldier.”

Ah, looks like he was eventually caught.

“That must be a White Army soldier who speaks German suspiciously well.”

There isn’t any foreign army to help us here.

There are only the Whites, who speak various languages.

“What do you plan to do with the surrendered Bolsheviks?”

“As planned, we will execute Mikhail Frunze and other top Communist Party officials without trial. A trial for Reds is a luxury. The political officers below them will be shot or sent to Siberia depending on how much they participated in the fight.”

Mikhail Frunze originally died from excessive chloroform inhalation on the operating table in 1925 after opposing Stalin later.

It’s said to be Stalin’s plot, and given his purges, that wouldn’t be impossible.

There’s no reason for the Whites to keep them alive either.

After all, he’s the guy who tormented our White Army in Moscow until the very end.

If we consider actual history, it makes sense for him to die.

Even if we send them to Siberia, they would just escape and become a hassle again.

For the most part, we decided to kill the Bolsheviks too.

How many escaped after being sent to Siberia?

Honestly, we should eliminate practically every single one.

I wouldn’t know if they were loyal Bolsheviks before joining, but the notable names were those who played significant roles in the German-Soviet War and must be killed.

Even if I want to show mercy by the saint’s grace, if I let them live, it’s bound to create dissatisfaction among the Whites, saying, “Oh? You’re letting the revolutionary forces live?” Meanwhile, the Reds could pretend to surrender and plot behind our backs.

We purify the plague with execution.

“Yes.”

The White Army generals participating in the Civil War are experienced and renowned commanders who have repeatedly achieved victories.

They will be as good as the famed Soviet commanders in actual history.

Considering Stalin’s purges during World War II also pushed them out, it’s clear what the answer is.

Thus, we shouldn’t forgive those named characters simply because of actual history.

The Communists won’t bend to me anyway.

Maybe Lev Trotsky has gone to Petrograd.

With Moscow already taken by the Whites, the only escape route he might choose is the revolutionary city of Petrograd.

“Your Highness, the Reds are reportedly fleeing west furiously. General Ungern is pursuing them.”

West, which ultimately means Petrograd.

Among them, Trotsky will likely be there too.

“Those Reds are truly disgusting. They want to chase them down to Petrograd for the final showdown.”

The Bolsheviks couldn’t accept their defeat and desperately fled.

Ungern’s Asian Cavalry Division is diligently exterminating the fleeing Red Army, but Trotsky shouldn’t be among them.

In this situation, the safest bet would be to flee to Petrograd.

Though they’ve fled, Trotsky isn’t one to beg for his life, right?

Or not? Would he be begging for his life?

We need to pressure Petrograd quickly.

“Let’s say we’ll conditionally allow Finland’s independence if they wish to support Yudenich’s attack on Petrograd.”

“Are you really going to allow Finland’s independence?”

Well, it can’t be helped.

If Finland hadn’t declared its independence already, it’d be another story.

But they’ve already independently declared it and are now carefully observing us.

Thus, as long as we align on certain conditions, we can allow Finland’s independence.

“Yes. The new Russia must not become a tyrant state that pressures neighboring countries. If I were to make a symbolic Finnish king, we can grant them independence. Besides that, we’ll respect their sovereignty as a country.”

“So, you’ll keep them under your influence.”

If we simply grant them independence, it could encourage minority groups wanting to break free to stir up trouble.

Considering we’ve only just gained the upper hand in our internal strife, that’ll only be a nuisance.

Now, it’s time to execute the surrendered Reds in Moscow.

The Bolshevik executions took place in the outskirts of Moscow.

The White Army disarmed the Red Army officers and pushed them into a corner.

“Hey, comrades! You said you would spare us if we surrendered, right?”

“We only surrendered believing that was the case!”

“The only ones I grant mercy to are those who reluctantly became Bolsheviks due to your threats. You just surrendered like a fox, desperate, so all of you will be executed!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Red Army officers, who once relished executing officers from the imperial era, were now shot dead by the White Army officers.

For a while, Moscow was swept with a storm of Red blood.

The Reds, who once proclaimed a revolution and euphorically acted as if the world belonged to them, did not receive an ounce of mercy.

As if to repay the sins of brutally killing people, the die-hard Reds met their end under a hail of bullets.

The red blood spilled by the Red Army officers will become the fertilizer for New Russia.

“Your Highness, it seems Lenin has awakened.”

“Well, well, isn’t that just splendid.”

Now, I should probably go meet Lenin.

As the victor, it’s my duty to rub it in, right?

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Not long after recovering from his illness, Lenin was dragged out by the Whites and kneeled before me.

He glared at me with his bloodshot eyes.

“What a fierce expression you have.”

I guess so. After all, he’s facing the enemy who brought down his revolution.

But then again, I feel the same way.

I stand in front of one who has overturned the empire.

Of course, I was a Korean in my past life, but aside from that, this body is also Anastasia’s, and yet, I’ve defeated that figure, Lenin, who has so much controversy surrounding him.

How can I contain this feeling of exhilaration?

“Princess! Even if we die here, the proletarian revolution will never stop! In the end, communism will prevail!”

Oh, well-spoken. But what’s that to me?

It’s not going to be that easy.

If the Soviet Union really succeeded, it’d be a different story. But ultimately, they failed.

In the Russian Civil War, historically speaking, leaders of the Red Army, including Stalin, threatened peasants for food, burned down rebellious villages, and publicly executed draft Dodgers.

Of course, if we go through the details, the Whites weren’t exactly saints either.

But the Soviet Union, built on nice-sounding words, was way too authoritarian and violent.

Those hypocritical bastards.

I took out my command baton and lifted Lenin’s chin.

“You talk well. But what of it? It will never happen.”

“What?”

“What you’re saying is merely an ideology. Whether it’s a fleeing Trotsky or whoever, whichever country they seek asylum in, the result will be the same.”

“What do you mean?”

Yes, what do I mean?

I opened my mouth, expressing a smug demeanor toward Lenin.

“Russia has already experienced a civil war once, and with communism framed as the national policy to wipe you out. No matter where you plant your roots, it will become an excuse for invasion. Because of you, a civil war occurred, so henceforth, Russians will shudder at your name. The reborn New Russia shall view exterminating communists as its destiny.”

“What?”

From now on, Russia will live under the name of the first country to experience a communist civil war.

And that Russia will severely abhor communism.

It will come to believe that exterminating communism is its destiny.

“Lev Trotsky, perhaps when he finds himself in a tight spot, will flee even from Petrograd. Whether it’s China, the New World, or Europe, he’ll find somewhere to escape.”

“!!”

He should now understand the implications of my words. The newly reborn Russia will start a new imperialism under the pretext of ‘exterminating communism.’

What better justification could there be?

“Thank you. Because of you, the Russian Empire will rise again.”

Lenin’s face turned red with a mixture of furious disbelief.

Yes, that’s the face I wanted to see.

Because of what they did, the world will escalate into imperialism.

He might just burst from rage.

Wherever they attempt to root themselves, Russians will intervene, and a new Russia will rise in a much stronger form of imperialism.

Communists will inadvertently become the vanguard of imperialism.

What a perfect bit of gloating.

No matter how they scurry like cockroaches, they’ll only create a pretext for Russia’s intervention.

In his eyes, I must look like the final boss of imperialism.

“You will conquer every country you’ve sown seeds in. The world will be drenched in blood. The workers, who you’ve fed other ideas, will die completely unaware they’re being treated as expendables.”

“I… I’ve created a monster.”

Lenin trembled, wide-eyed in terror as if he was looking at a monster.

This fool is once again falling for it, that stupid Red.

Or did he instinctively feel something typical of Reds?

Then I needed to play into the atmosphere even more.

“Thank you. Because of you, my eyes have opened wide. As I said, no trial is needed. Tomorrow, execution—no, shoot them directly with cannons like the British did with the Indian rebels. Mikhail Frunze, and all the other Reds, solve everything with cannon fodder.”

“Yes!”

Lenin was dragged out by the waiting White soldiers.

Tomorrow, that bastard will face a cannon fire along with fellow communist rebels in Moscow.

The idol of the revolution that raised the Soviet Union will instead become ground meat scattered all around.

“Your Highness, what you said to Lenin earlier…”

The chief of staff, Drozdovsky, who had been watching my conversation with Lenin, seemed curious about what I meant.

At a glance, it might seem like Russia isn’t in a position to say that, yet it sounds like I’m dreaming of ambition.

Of course, I don’t believe it’s realistic either.

“Oh, it’s just gloating.”

“Gloating?”

Ah, this era may not have the term gloating.

I cleared my throat.

“So, these were just words to mock the defeated. It’s unlikely to happen in reality anyway, as everything from this incident will likely push communism into the annals of history.”

“That might actually be a good approach.”

“Really?”

“Of course, it doesn’t make sense to claim to conquer the world, but at least it could serve as a justification for war when needed.”

Why so seriously?

It does sound plausible in theory, but…

Honestly, the internal war is the more pressing issue right now.

Yeah, like Stalin.

“Sure, I guess you could see it that way. But where’s Stalin?”

“That one, I had something to mention to Your Highness. It’s, uh…”

You seem hesitant to say something. Is something going on?

What came out of Peter Wrangel’s mouth, who had been mumbling like a kid for a while, was shocking.

“He was hit by a bullet from the Germans?”

“The doctor said, unfortunately, the bullet struck a very unfortunate spot.”

“You mean he’s become impotent?”

“Correct.”

I barely held back my laughter at that moment.

Stalin is said to be impotent.

How pitiful he’s become.