Chapter 17

I finally entered this residence, and inside, as everyone fell on their knees, they began to pray. Well, fuck them, it's been worse.… After passing through the doors that people had to open, otherwise I would have knocked them out with one claw, and there, on a small throne sat... MARK, HIS MOTHER! I recognize this Wolf everywhere, the muzzle is so cunning and fucking smart, but it looks loyally, as if my personal Stalin. Heh, can I call myself Lenya? And what! Lenin's reference.

Anyway, he pulled out his furry ass and started singing praises. Well, seriously, at first I began to congratulate, they say, "fuck my wool skull, who do I see!", and then explain what has changed and how. To begin with, of course, we walked through the rooms there, went into something like a meeting room, I sat down on a huge ottoman or something similar, and Mark sat next to me. And he began his story.

In general, about seventy years ago, as soon as the pink-haired one died, Mark took the reins of government, as my faithful and right hand, thereby becoming something like a priest of my will. Thirty years before becoming the main one, he managed to learn a hell of a lot more about people, even, as he told me, understood why I decided to help them and forbade them to eat.

Yeah, he realized, Sklifosovsky is a bastard. Nevertheless, he is a normal wolf, he continued my work and did even more. As a result, the city that had just begun to be rebuilt was completed eighty-four years ago and named "Volkograd". Definitely, the imagination here is even worse than mine was. [Although, I thought that such a thing was impossible].

Three more cities were also founded, one of them a port city, near a river in the east. The second one was founded in the catacombs under the mountain, everything was strengthened there, and they began to settle in as best they could. And the last city, the one in the south, which rosebud also talked about. About fifty years ago, he was attacked by a huge horde of different grimms and would have been completely destroyed if Mark had not intervened. How exactly he was able to control my wolves, I do not know in my soul, but, nevertheless, it turned out that way.

Only no one has tried to fight me for the alpha wolf's place yet, and Mark doesn't even think about it, he's going to lose anyway. So he warmed himself a nice place by my paw. Okay, I'm still a fool in public affairs, I'd better leave everything to him, and I'll be a living force and a monarch myself. Although, no, we have communism! No monarchy. All to the people and for the people, I will create my own utopia!

After his story, we went for a walk in the city, nevertheless, we must look around our possessions! Well, to see how people, grimm and fauns are at least. I was writing about equality on paper, but I have no idea what's really going on here. Although over a hundred years, more than one generation has changed, and most likely, my wolves are like brothers to them ... more precisely, like sisters. Still, as I said, all the wolves realized themselves as females, only one Mark is a man.

They gave me a tour of the city, which had become larger, and the total territory of the state was now thousands of kilometers away. It turns out that we occupied the best lands, all the nearby settlements or small towns had to join us, because otherwise they would not survive. As Mark said, the Grimm have recently begun to attack more and more fiercely, even our capital sometimes gets quite good damage to the walls.

In general, it turned out that during this hundred years, the Wolf Industry has advanced far technologically, there are even lanterns with fiery ashes. They continued to work in the mine, but there is no longer enough dust for everything and everything, so Mark took up my plans about technologies that do not work on dust. Yes, I remember, as soon as my wolves began to have a mind, I talked about all my future plans in front of them. Namely, the construction of true communism, as well as other small things.

And with Mark's light paw, people began to explore everything in a row, not stopping only at the ashes. I feel that in another couple of centuries and at this rate we will fly through space, and communism will be preached everywhere. Heh, I'll create my own Imperium and Adeptus Communis. But I'm glad that Mark took all these cases into his raking paws, he'll never come out against me anyway, and he seems to get a kick out of doing this.

The streets were quite spacious, kids were running and playing everywhere, horses and whole stagecoaches were walking, in general, life here has changed a lot. It got to the point that while I was walking calmly, some little girl ran out from around the corner and bumped into my paw. She raised her small eyes at me, and joyfully shouted "Wolf!" and began to hug me furiously. Glancing at Mark, he just shrugged his shoulders (in my heart I don't know how he did it!), and I picked up a small one by the scruff of my neck with my claw.

"Be OSTRRRRRRRRRR," I tried to say softly, but the growl still came out strong. But it seems that this did not scare the girl, which was quite pleasing to herself.

"Okay," the girl nodded happily and jumped off my claw and ran on.

And we went on, and I looked at everything. As a result, life has changed, and for the better, the kids are not fighting, and it is the men who are in the forefront, Mark even steamed up and created his own guard to protect the great me. He called them "Wulfgardians". Sometimes it seems to me that this wolfman is also a hitman, the name is too similar to the Nilfgaardians.

I would not say that it was communism that created it, there were still enough poor people who scurry here and there. Still, there may be a lot of work, but who says that everyone can handle it? And there are noticeably more people, which cannot be said about my wolves, there are fewer of them, half a hundred. And it really sucks. People are strong, they have an aura, but they may well be kicked away by the crowd, which, in principle, they always did.

Therefore, Mark and I set off from the city in search of wild Beowulfs, as well as someone stronger. Maybe we'll meet someone else, like bears, they were quite strong, you can use them as cannon fodder. And in the meantime, I was thinking about how everyone could get and do their job.

And I actually shared my thoughts with Mark, who started offering different options. In general, in the end, we decided to create a couple of academies where people will teach. Academies are certainly not simple, I took canonical academies as a basis, like Seido... so, this is not from this opera. Ahem, that is, according to the type of Beacon. I was too lazy to come up with something new.

Heh, I also remembered here what communism cannot exist without, namely the KGB! As soon as I got a couple dozen wolf cubs running back and forth, as well as a couple of bears, we returned to the city. And there, together with Mark, I immediately began to create the Committee for State Security of the Volcharnia. Mark Volchara is smart, and after all my explanations of what I want, he understood everything and after a couple of months, he started recruiting people. Everyone who had at least some combat experience came up, and then Mark, along with other people more experienced in combat, taught them.

It was quite a good month, there was something to do, Mark immediately got used to the role of chairman of the KGB of the Volcharnia, and I accepted my post as head of the Communist Party. In general, everything went fucking great and even better, although I was technically the head, it was Mark who held everything in his paws, but I always had the last word.

In general, an amazing thing is evolution! She created a real genius among people and wolves, Mark, whatever you say, but he is a real follower of communism. I'm glad for this fluffy asshole, and even more glad for myself, nevertheless, I was able to build what I wanted under the drug trip. [Which is still ongoing]. But you can't argue.

And so I'm sitting on my throne, scratching my wolf belly, straightening my pants... oh, yes, they started riveting my pants. Yeah, my size. In my heart, I don't know how they do it, but they sit fine. And I've managed to figure out this month why having a dick is both good and bad. It's good that I can finally fuck someone... ahem, copulate. Yeah, I know those words too. Huh. And the bad news is that I will make a whole mine out of a girl with my excalibur. And I didn't check, it's just that with this size it's very difficult to find the right woman.

Ahem, so, I'm sitting here, when suddenly my head ached, as if it had been fucked by lightning. I even lost my orientation in space, and various not very good thoughts began to appear in my head. According to the type of "Tear, devour, destroy, swear!". Brain damage of the hundredth level. I growled like I was out of my mind, trying to drive this shit away, which eventually came out. And then he rushed out into the street, breaking through a couple of walls and jumping out of the building.

My thoughts were confirmed, my wolves were also attacked like this.

— RRRRRRAAAAA! — the strongest roar of all time swept through the city, I would even say hundreds of kilometers away, so that everyone could hear. And grimms from all over the city were running to me, no matter what kind of ass they were in, they were running straight to me. I was able to regain control of them, but I can fucking feel the feeling of an approaching cunt.

And I rushed to the main gate, from where I felt everything. I had to open them myself, or rather, tear them apart to go up against some asshole who decided that he could take control of ME!

"Now it's clear who intervened and was able to take control of my pets," a woman who looked more like a demon said mockingly.

— SalemRRRRR, — I growled, instantly remembering this girl from the cartoon. Fucker is strong and dangerous, manipulates all the grimms, fighting her is practically suicide.

"Did the bad dog think he could take control of my grimms by hiding something like that from me?"