Chapter 20

There was no fucking response even after the next six months. I was already starting to think that I had caught shizu and the battle with Salem was something like a hell of a parish, when I ate the ashes, as if not myself. So one might think, but, alas, the place of our fight still remains, and it is impossible to glue cracks in the ground with adhesive tape, in the form of its absence. But grunting and spitting doesn't help. I've already checked it.

Taking an ottoman from my hut, I lay in the residence, not knowing what to do. Mark took up the KGB as seriously as possible, throwing government classes at me. I, on the other hand, became lazy, sho fucked up, so I threw all the problems on some fawn girl. With rabbit ears. Uh... I think her name is Pecora. So now I'm lying on the ottoman in the residence, there's nothing to do.

People have even begun to dismantle the fortifications, because it is unrealistic to sit in constant tension for so long, but there is still no enemy. I relaxed too, even if I kept my eyes open. If we have any at all. And suddenly Mark kicked down the door, starting to shout about the revolution and frantically waving his paws.

I spent a few seconds wondering what the fuck was going on, and then I rushed to the balcony of the residence. Indeed, people and fauns were chanting and shouting something there. I looked at Mark. He's looking at me. There is a couple of seconds of silence, after which my paw comes into contact with my muzzle.

How the fuck did this even happen? What kind of revolution is in the ass?! What the fuck is going on right now?! So, think, Sanya, think, what the fuck is the revolution? What do they want? I did everything for their good! It's kind of fucked up. It smells like shit, and not from me!

And so, thanks to the KGB, we learned that the revolutionaries were chanting the name "Ozpin". It turned out that this asshole sent his propagandists to us. I don't know if they were in cahoots with Salem, but it was a fucking good time! I was waiting for an attack from the outside, but I got fucked from the inside! God of tactics, fuck his leg.

In general, the mix is such that Ozpin was the head of state, who is located on the site of the future Vale, and now it is called "Kuila". And those people who chanted his name were specially sent by him to start a revolution in my state and overthrow me. I, along with Mark, just listened to everyone in wild ahuya.

According to the cartoon, this guy was kind of kind, yes, he sent kids to fight, yes, he was, in principle, a shit-eater, but not the same to start bloody revolutions. And it was logical that everything would eventually lead to severe bloodshed. And now I'm going to fucking fight in two camps. Salem and Ozpin. It's fucking amazing.

After drinking the moonshine that I learned to make with the help of my instructions, Mark, I lay down on the ottoman and just stared at the ceiling. Scratching my belly, I began to think. Yeah, I can do it, I'm in the game. As a result, having come up with nothing, I went to get Mark, after which we drank moonshine together, and began to think about our situation.

Mark suggested starting revolutions in their state themselves in order to get more territories, as well as resources, and bring communism to a new, some kind of monarchical state. I was not against it, but even with all my paws for it! I am always happy to give a fuck to Ozpin, especially in such situations.

Mark and I decided, we rolled over, and then in the evening the she-wolves came to me to lie down with me. In general, this has been going on for at least a year, they just don't want to get away from me! Well, I actually don't mind, they already look more like ordinary fauns, albeit with more bestial features.

And I was finally able to lose steam, I shouldn't have brought my dick back! I got my revenge with a bang, for a couple of days you could hear from my room, only oohs and sighs. My girls were exhausted, even though they were grimming like that! And I calmly put on my pants and went about my Wolfish business.

However, the attempts of the revolution themselves did not go away, every day new personalities appeared who chanted Ozpin's name, and also tried to somehow prove that it would be better with him, and in general, the grass would be greener, sex everywhere and always, and the dick would stand like a pine tree. And I must say, some of the residents joined them.

Actually, I was not very surprised, some personalities will join any revolutionary movement, it's us, people! The main thing for us is to have a choice, and the right one or not, who the fuck cares?

From the next day, it got really fucked up. Revolutionaries broke out in every city, and the KGB worked at maximum. I performed on the stage where we shot Ozpin's sixers as traitors to the motherland and just assholes. Only this fucker, nothing like that stopped me at all, and I decided to give Mark a full carte blanche for this "Quila".

A couple of months later, freaking rallies began to take place in the port city, thousands of people and fauns took to the streets, demanding equality and that I get the fuck out of my place. Wow. It was then that I caught the second crazy, because communism can be said to be synonymous with the word equality!

Everyone has the same rights, and the main thing in the state is the people! There are no rich and poor, there is no division into gender and race, even if you are a deer, if you have a mind, then you will live normally! I don't know how Ozpin was able to brainwash these people, but he did a thorough job. Maybe even magic.

But we quickly suppressed the rallies, the locals even went out against the protesters to give pussy and show the cunts that everything is fine here and has always been. I would not say that Ozpin split my country into two sides, because our population was far from stupid, and our education in Volcharnia was at the highest level.

I raised an entire state from one small village, so I am still revered, and some even pray. It's a pity, of course, that in my communism there is such a shit as religion, but it doesn't seem like it, people need to believe in something. So at least let it be me, at least I exist.

Mark, on the other hand, devoted himself to propaganda and preparations for the revolution in Quila, sending his spies there to gather the necessary information about the weaknesses and strengths of this kingdom. He did this for seven months, during which the country lived far from the best days.

Ozpin has grown balls of steel by the way, sending his spies by the dozens, as if he had people chewing his ass. Only such a long revolution forced our population to take up arms again to drive out the fuckers. A real fucking civil war has begun.

I was sitting in the residence, and with my claws I was sorting out a bunch of papers, which I quickly read and delved into the whole thing. Mark knocked on the door, to which I growled approvingly and he entered in a KGB uniform. In general, I didn't change the USSR much, I just made a different coat of arms, because the KGB uniform in my world was fucking great!

Ahem, so that's it. Mark came in with a folder in his hands and put it on my desk, starting to tell me what he had achieved in these seven long months for everyone. Opening the folder, I nodded approvingly with my muzzle, because there was a lot of information there. Their population, army, defensive structures, in general, everything that is needed.

Also, Mark said that it was time for the Ahuila plan, that is, to start a revolution in the kingdom of Ozpin. After reading the documents further, I realized that Mark wanted to start a revolution, like what Ozpin wanted to do. That is, propaganda, they say, is fucked up in the Wolf Kingdom, equality, all bullshit, and they have a monarchy, and in general, an ass.

In addition, he has gathered a small army inside the Kuila, these are considered secret revolutionaries who act in the shadows and wait in the wings. Oh, it's not for nothing that I entrusted Mark with such an operation, he worked conscientiously, so much so that in a couple of months Kuila will not exist at all, and Ozpin will die.

To die, he will die, but after that he will return, according to the cartoon, he was constantly reborn, but no one knows how to stop it. Having already turned over thirty pages, I came to the information I received on Ozpin. After reading everything the KGB could dig up about him, I got a little crazy. Here he was an evil tyrant who seized power in Kuil with a coup, and then rebuilt the country with his regime, as it was in nazi Germany.

This information turned over all my knowledge about the world, which was already very fucking scarce, and now it has become generally milipizdric. So... remembering the fight with Salem, she tried to take control of us, but I cut off this influence and met her at the gate. She did not attack first, and agreed to move away from the city so that there would be no large casualties.

Just a second... fuck. My gears in my head started to work faster. Are you trying to say that Salem is fucking kind and Ozpin is an evil turkey? Am I really hitting Ruby?