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Trotsky stepped out of his office, confidently dressed in a military uniform.

“Comrade! I will assist you!”

Sure. In times like these, Kulik can still be somewhat reliable.

Even if he’s a bit dim, seeing him dash about earnestly for the Fourth International.

If we can endure this crisis and bring down MacArthur’s reactionary government… If he negotiates with Huey Long and manages to unite the country himself…

He does have military capability; he might just become the Minister of Defense for the American Communist Union then.

Lost in these thoughts, calculating the victory of the final revolutionary war in my mind—

I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were heading somewhere strange, somewhere desolate.

Bang bang bang!

– The reactionaries have made it this far!

– The enemy is Reds! Treat them like bugs and kill them all!

Sounds of gunfire echoed outside.

The security was tighter than I anticipated; Okhrana had taken to the field themselves for the distraction.

“But where exactly is this? This doesn’t seem like a battlefield already. Kulik, come here!”

Calling for Kulik felt off; he was oddly immobile.

He simply advanced silently.

“Gasp! Secretary Comrade! You must get out of here! Imperialist agents are—!”

Boom! Crash!

A KFC member, warning Trotsky to run as a car blocked the way, was run over by Kulik’s vehicle, which pressed on forward.

Trotsky hadn’t anticipated such a situation, his mind blank with shock.

His wits returned as the vehicle jolted over the body of the fallen member.

What in the world is happening?

“Kulik! What’s going on? What are you planning to do now?”

“I need you to faint for a moment.”

As Trotsky’s face turned pale, he realized—

Kulik was one of Okhrana.

“Kulik, you can’t be serious, Okhrana is—” *cough!*

Before he could finish, Beria, who had been lurking behind Trotsky, covered his mouth with a meticulously chloroformed cloth.

How long had it been? Slowly, Trotsky’s consciousness began to fade.

Under the leadership of the International, he intended to turn North America red and fight against Russia, but ultimately, he was captured by reactionaries.

Beria and Okhrana swiftly maneuvered their vehicle past the proximity of KFC before the surveillance tightened.

Trotsky and a few of his aides were brought to an Okhrana hideout.

The sight of them, lying blissfully unconscious, was somewhat amusing.

“But how should we handle this?”

“Yes. Should we take him to Russia like this?”

It could be fine to take him to Russia just like this.

“Do you know what happened to Makhno, who dared to oppose Tsar?”

How could they not know? He’d been branded a pervert.

Thanks to that, the Communists and anarchists within Ukraine were wiped out.

“Wasn’t it all wrapped up saying he died indulging in luxury and cross-dressing?”

That’s right. Essentially, in Ukraine and Europe, Communism suffered a huge blow.

Although anarchism isn’t exactly the same as typical communism.

Anyway, Communism in Europe took significant damage, and Trotsky was following that lead.

“Let’s make Trotsky cross-dress.”

That was Beria’s plan.

To turn Trotsky, the only leader currently worshipped in the global revolution, into a cross-dressing pervert.

In that case, an imperfect country like the American Communist Union, still dealing with racial conflicts, would soon crumble.

Of course, MacArthur’s government also faced discrimination against blacks due to their association with the American Communist Union.

But at least now, blacks held high positions in KFC, so their situation wasn’t worse than this racially charged place.

Now, we just had to turn Trotsky into a cross-dressing pervert and shatter the dreams and hopes of the people.

“Ha. If the leader of the Fourth International has a cross-dressing hobby, that would be amusing.”

The world’s greatest revolutionary is a pervert who enjoys cross-dressing. Isn’t it intriguing what kind of fallout this would bring?

It’s probably not going to be a pretty sight.

“Then, let’s find the fanciest dress we can. Hmm, and it would be nice to bring in some little girls too.”

“Little girls?”

The little girls weren’t urgent, but it’d be nice to have them.

Because wouldn’t it be amusing to label Trotsky as a pedophile?

“Right. If we can stick the title of pedophile onto him with little girls, wouldn’t that be perfect? And let’s send photos to the military government’s papers.”

They say that a wordless horse travels a thousand miles.

Beria thought it was pointless to share Trotsky’s photo in this newspaper; instead, he decided to inform the military government so they could run the story.

Thinking of the historical Beria, this was truly not a sensible act.

Anyway, Beria planned to taint American Communism with Trotsky’s cross-dressing and pedophilia.

Shortly after, in MacArthur’s military government, which was maintaining a wartime regime, chaos erupted due to a newsflash from the newspaper.

“Extra! Extra! Leon has been captured by Okhrana!”

“What? That son of a bitch Red? Hand me that newspaper!”

The citizens of the military government were filled with extreme hatred for communism due to the country’s division caused by Reds, to the extent that communists and socialists within the military government faced terrorism.

To the people of the military government, the news of Trotsky’s capture felt like a profound relief.

“But what is this?”

“Leon is a cross-dresser?”

Seeing the shocking image of unconscious Trotsky in the paper, dressed to impress, was jarring.

There was Trotsky, looking like a lovely young lady in an exquisite gown.

He even wore a wig, proving that his cross-dressing was quite extensive.

“Apparently, he’s even labeled a pedophile?”

“That crazy pervert.”

“Are you saying these black folks worship such a guy?”

The military government side began to despise KFC even more.

Of course, with the ongoing civil war, hating and despising them was completely reasonable, but now they felt genuine pity, as they could only view such a pervert with incredulity.

And MacArthur didn’t miss this opportunity.

Just as additional armored units arrived from Russia, infantry units followed suit in quick succession.

“Let’s go! We’re going to finish off those communist bastards!”

Everyone started their advance under the banner of anti-communism.

Meanwhile, the American Communist Union, losing Trotsky, was in chaos.

What was once known as KFC, but now openly marked as the Fourth International, shocked to learn of Trotsky’s capture, had begun hoisting the flag of the rightful government of the U.S.

“This can’t be happening, Secretary Comrade!”

“The Secretary Comrade is cross-dressing?”

“Don’t believe it! This is a vicious trick from reactionaries!”

“But what could he possibly be doing when he’s alone?”

“What gives you the right to say this?”

The KFC leadership established under Trotsky was thrown into turmoil.

Normally, whenever Trotsky’s name was mentioned, the black folks would rally and shout “Leon!” even in dire circumstances, yet they found it hard to believe he cross-dressed and screamed for his rescue while the whites responded with indifference.

“Ha, was he really that kind of person?”

“Perhaps it’s time to change the Fourth International. The Secretary Comrade is a cross-dressing pedophile, and blacks hold the high positions.”

“At this point, the nation has fallen anyway. We can’t fight for a cross-dresser and a pedophile.”

“Why are Makhno and the Reds acting like this?”

With Trotsky’s undisputed leadership, the conflicts between blacks and whites, which had been somewhat restrained, began to worsen as the fact that their leader was a cross-dressing pedophile caused even more to surrender.

Most knew that this was all a ploy from the military government, yet the fact of Trotsky’s capture was an undeniable truth.

It was all the same, nothing had changed.

So, it made sense to surrender when the captured leader was a cross-dressing pervert, which made it all the more logical to throw in the towel.

Above all, the Russian army was pouring into America.

“Gather all the unruly elements following that cross-dressing pervert!”

Seizing this opportunity, MacArthur’s forces decimated the haphazard American armies and stormed into Kentucky.

“Hmm, Okhrana captured the Secretary of the American Communist Union, Leon.”

Meanwhile, Huey Long was not pleased with this news.

It wasn’t because MacArthur had won.

It was alarming how deep Okhrana had embedded itself into American society to allow agents bestowed by the Tsar to capture Leon.

This was no trivial matter.

‘This civil war is shaping up to be a good thing for Russia.’

Despite losing money, having preserved the Alaska initiative, the vast lands were effectively being handed back over to Russia, enhancing the Tsar’s authority.

With that, how would Russia progress?

It wouldn’t be a country that could be ignored just because it’s composed of ice.

Even if there are winter generals, European Russia can be considered prime territory, and that frozen land conceals untold resources.

What would happen if such a nation meets a competent leader?

“This isn’t the time for a civil war.”

At this juncture, it made sense to reach some compromise with MacArthur.

Although they’d separated for now, both MacArthur and Huey Long were pursuing the same goals.

If the civil war continued, the United States would fall apart.

Europe was engulfed in conflict, dragging one another back into war.

Without a power to check Russia, that would be utterly unacceptable.

Already, the fight against the American Communist Union had grown tedious and costly.

There had initially been smaller disturbances, but at this point, it would be wiser to negotiate with MacArthur.

Form a coalition government, or simply hand everything over to MacArthur.

At the very least, he would likely realize that now wasn’t the time for civil war, given that Okhrana had used this opportunity to dismantle the American Communist Coalition.

The Russian army had suffered little damage, and their weapon quality was considerably superior to that of the United States.

Just based on their willingness to come crashing into the White House, one might suspect them, but for now, figures like MacArthur must exist within the United States.

In October 1939, Huey Long secretly requested negotiations with MacArthur.

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The American Communist Union collapsed.

What had managed to hold out until now, and at times even take the offensive, fell apart significantly once leader Leon was captured by Okhrana.

The problem was that this wasn’t a simple capture.

The rapid collapse of the American Communist Union began with a photograph on the front page of the newspaper.

That’s right, it was Trotsky in cross-dress.

Of course, the newspaper referred to him as Leon, but anyone in the Duma who knew who he was would probably be rolling on the floor laughing.

A photo of Trotsky unconscious, cross-dressed.

With this being known worldwide, honestly, if I were Trotsky, I would consider suicide.

Though, seeing as I’m a woman now, cross-dressing doesn’t matter to me.

“Wow, Beria really is quite useful.”

I never expected him to leverage it like this.

That pedophile Beria using Trotsky in such a way, huh?

Hmm, still, Trotsky seems to have a lot of utility left. Maybe we could eventually figure out a way to keep Trotsky under our thumb.

If we want to explain to the public why we’re engaging in a war, we must ensure they know that the character Leon is actually Trotsky—something like that should do.

I mean, while there might be compensation, it won’t be ours; the public gets nothing.

To secure the justification, we need to keep Trotsky with us.

News from the Duma wasn’t too grim.

Our forces had dismantled Trotsky’s red government with minimal losses.

This gave us a moment of relief, and now all that remained was to take care of Huey Long and we’d have drawn all we could from America.

Of course, we must leave a contingent of Russian troops for stabilization, but once that period passes, we should be able to call back the American forces back to Russia.

“Prime Minister, let’s take Trotsky with us. Please negotiate sensibly with MacArthur. He won’t be able to refuse Trotsky.”

Trotsky still has a role to play.

For now, we’re not planning on killing him.

Thanks to Trotsky, we’ve caused such havoc in the U.S. and managed to gather some money, so we should be thankful to him.

We can keep him locked in a camp for a time, then judge if he’s still useful before executing him; if necessary, he can be utilized again.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Now, all that remains is Huey Long’s Confederate States of America.”

From what it looks like, fighting tooth and nail with the American Communist Union wasn’t what happened.

It all fell apart the instant Trotsky vanished.

Indeed, the American Communist Union held itself together solely under Trotsky’s leadership.

With Trotsky gone, racial tensions began to flare up once more, and the sudden disappearance of the leader surely split the Communist Party’s high command.

This would lead to folks lining up behind MacArthur in the West.

Would Huey Long hold out until the end?

“The Huey Long side has initiated negotiations with MacArthur’s military government.”

Hmm. Then should we view this as a sort of surrender?

They must not want to watch the collapse of the United States in distress.

Especially since the longer Russian troops remain in America, the greater Russia’s influence over the U.S. will grow; they’d want to avoid that.

“Oh, is that so?”

Indeed. Huey Long likely won’t want a war.

Given that losses in the civil war keep piling up, he wouldn’t want that.

 

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