Soviet-Russian Civil Servant

He woke up one day to find himself transmigrated to Soviet Russia in 1918.

That year, the fire of revolution was wavering in the cold wind.

Outside, enemies watched hungrily, and war, then another war, was already looming.

Inside, factional political infighting was just beginning to take shape. The struggle over ideology, the struggle over economics, and the pressure from foreign enemies had not faded, and the question of a successor was put on the table for the first time.

"Why is everyone looking at me?"

In the Moscow Grand Hall, Yegor swept his gaze across the eager faces below and shrugged. "I really just wanted to be a civil servant."