You looked down at my newspaper; everything in it was about the revolution. On the front page was a picture of a handsome man with a luxurious mustache-- you could tell that he took the time to wash all the crumbs out of his mustache. Today, you were going to a Bolshevik meeting and though you did want to help the revolution, secretly you just wanted a chance to see [i]him[/i].
All your hope to see him was lost until he walked through the door. Everyone gasped at once, next to you a woman fainted. You were startled and tried to lift her up to her feet, but you were so weak tee hee. The handsome man lifted the woman up into the stool only for her to fall back to the ground with a loud thump; however, he didn't care as he was too busy looking into your eyes.
"Hello, Comrade. I'm Joseph Stalin," he said breathily.
You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, "I know."
The next thing you know you were stumbling to his room. "I'm gonna make your hole public property," Joseph said. It was the sexiest thing you ever heard.
"Eat the r- rich," you moaned. While the sexy revolutionary leader made love to you he read out the communist manifesto.
"Workers of the world-" he was stopped by a man with grey bushy hair.
"How could you!" said the man.
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