A Russian economics expert had been making money through long-short strategies during the Russia-Ukraine war. Despite his economic success, he felt deep regret about Russia's historical mistakes. He wrote on his blog that "Russia has been on the wrong path since the 19th century," critically analyzing Russia's history. Then, remarkably, he traveled back in time to 1891 and found himself in the body of Russian Crown Prince Nicholas II during his visit to Japan.
But Mikhail, this vermin, is just less than human.
Then I'll have to treat him accordingly.
"Oh brother! It's me, Mikhail! The Tsesarevich! Brother, your brother! It's me!"
"Just... die! Die already!"
If even the army can't make him human, then he's just rotten to the core.
Right, the army isn't some cure-all for personality, how could it fix this bastard's twisted sexual preferences.
But as our Director Sekerenskiy always says.
Violence has the answers.
"Right, becoming impotent might make it harder to drop your pants so easily. Yes, that's it!"
He tries to protect his vitals while squirming like a worm, but it's no use.
As I beat Mikhail like a mad dog, at some point he just curled up on the ground like a pill bug.
Brushing back my hair that had fallen with sweat, I asked, held back by a last thread of brotherly affection.
"Tsk. Are you alive?"
"...Yes."
"Good, that's good. Let's start again."