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We will have free bread
and medicine for all,

education and art for all.

Every Russian heart will be full of joy,

their stomach full of food,

and their mind full of ideas.

This is Russia.

Well, what does that mean?

It needs to be believable.

We must aim high.

No, he's right.

"No one will rape you
or kill your children,

and occasionally there will
be some bread" would be enough.

Oh, so far, I've written
a 74-page treatise.

I thought perhaps some Montaigne.

I got stuck on Machiavelli.

Read in the French translation,

he says the ends justify the means.

But in the original Italian,
he merely asks.

Oh, sorry!

I was holding... holding the tray,

and then I fell asleep
listening to you both.

Is this a coup or a fucking book club?

The blini must be lighter,
with a hint, a fucking hint,

of rosemary, not a
fucking ballbag of it.

I think it is right.

Strong is good.

Maybe you're right,
Louis. Let me check again.

Turns out, no.

How's this for your speech?
Something like this:

"My father, Peter the Great,
was a leader like none before,

who catapulted Russia
to a greatness hitherto

never seen on this Earth.

Without parallel, a man who bestrode
the lands like a colossus..."

Oh, shut up, Arkady.

You don't like it?

I do not remember the new rule

where I justify why
I tell you to shut up.

Do you?

- I hate these fuckers.
- Who?

The generals, your father's buddies.

When we were kids, what assholes.

No. No, marvelous men,
and they must have a great day.

It will be a grand day,

that honors your father
and reflects glory on you.

If we get the fucking
blini right, it will.

Leo Voronsky.

Oh. Forgot all about him.

Emperor, it's an honor.

Of course it is.

Show us your cock.

Of course.

Marvelous.

- George?
- Indeed.

Chaps?

Hmm. Brilliant.

Come.

Mm.

Why do we not just kill him?

Next time he is on you,
stab him in the face.

I in the back, Orlo cuts his throat,
and then you are empress,

and I am Lady Marial.

The end.

But it... it is not so simple.

We need the church to ratify
her to the whole of Russia

from the pulpit after,
so they must support her.

And if Ivan is alive,

we need a sympathetic military,

for if we kill him before
that is all in place,

then the military and
others may get behind Ivan,

and run over Catherine in the process.

No one even knows where Ivan is.

- Who is Ivan?
- Ivan is Peter's half-brother,

bastard son to Peter the Great.

His supporters tried to take the throne

after Peter first came to power.

I will find out where he is.

How?

Cleverly.

I suspect we need a year
to get our pamphlets just right.

It's no wonder you never fuck anyone.

You... you cannot speak to me like that.

Because I am a serf?

Because it's rude.

How dare you!

You just walk into my chambers, sir.

I... I would have ridden,

- but my horse has trouble with stairs.
- Empress?

Orlo, what are you doing here?

- Uh...
- He brought me a book.

Uh, I, I thought the empress
would be interested...

- Oh, God, you're dull. Get out.
- Sir.

I have brought you a gift.
I promised you a lover.

A lover?

It is thoughtful of me,
I agree. This is Leo.

His father, Sergei, was
a famous ladies' man.

Leo is smart, reads
books, recites sonnets,

can hunt with the best,
enjoys fine wines and offal,

and has a pretty big cock.

Added advantage: had mumps as
a child, so is sterile. Huzzah.

I hope you like him.

Make her happy, or else.

Must dash. Big day.

You may go, sir.

You... I'd rather not.

I do not care. I said you may go.

I'd rather stay a while, so
at least he thought it went well,

if you don't mind.

And if you do, I cordially
invite you to my execution

and wish we'd known each other better.

Fine.

Just...

sit there.

I thank you.

We were listening. Is that your lover?

- Apparently.
- Mmm, he is very good-looking.

- I did not notice.
- Hmm.

It is disgusting that he
would just give me a lover,

like I am an animal to be serviced.

Well, you would be serviced well.

He's a Voronsky, they
are well-known lovers.

- Really?
- Mm. His father was legendary.

Fuck.

The very week we start our adventure,

Peter gifts you this man.

He is well-known to
insert spies into situations.

I've seen him do it before.
Oh, fuck. Maybe he knows.

And I was there and we had our
pamphlets everywhere. Jesus Christ.

- Jesus Christ...
- Orlo, relax.

Peter does not know.

He could not.

I will give him back.

How? He's Peter's gift.

Cleverly.

Empress, you wanted to know
when the dresses

for the ladies' tea arrived.

Oh, it's great!

That is very nice.

Hmm.

Oh.

Empress, do you like it?

Mm. It looks marvelous.

You will stand out.

As I always do.

Come on.

It's very big. Did it have to be so big?

Of course. Your father
was an exceptional man.

I remember when I was 17
and he'd look at me at dinner.

It was like the very
air around me thinned,

and I could not breathe.

One day, he just walked into
the room I was in, and...

locked eyes on mine, and I knew.

And I just lifted up my
dress and bent over the table,

and he came and took me.

My first-ever time.

God.

I'm wet at the thought of it.

You perhaps did not
need to hear that story.

I knew it. I was there.

What?

In the room.

- Playing soldiers in the corner.
- Really?

- Mm.
- How strange.

Fucking suit's too tight.

You, too, will grow into a great leader.

He didn't think so.

He challenged you, that is all.

Meet it.

It's too big.

Fucking thing.

Know anything about this lover
the emperor has given Catherine?

What? Lover?

That is immoral and disgusting.

Poor child.

So you did not know?

It is not a gambit of some sort?

A spy on her?

The Emperor! Empress!

- Thank you for the gift.
- Hmm. Did you try him yet?

It is very kind, but
I do not need a lover.

I have you.

Our fucking is as dull as a
beaver chomping at a log.

You need a lover. It will cheer you.

Grigor, how happy does it
make me to fuck your wife?

It seems to be a constant source of joy.

And that is exactly what I wish for you.

Here they come. Shut up.

- Give me some of your medals.
- What?

Give me some of your fucking medals.

Welcome home.

The Russian fighting man is
the greatest in the world.

I have created a rosemary blini,

stuffed with chicken hearts,

representing those evil,
blond Swedish fucks.

We will munch on their tasty hearts.

- Huzzah!
- And then,

wash it down with a black,
pepper vodka that my father loved,

as he loved you all.

Huzzah. To Peter the Great.

To me. Peter the...

Me!

Huzzah!

Gentlemen, while the Swedes
tend their wounded for a day or two

before we crush them properly,

we will eat and drink, and
celebrate our greatness.

- Huzzah.
- Huzzah!

- It went well, did you think, Grigor?
- It was a triumph.

If I might brief you on
the military briefing, sir.

I am an instinctive military
genius as my father before me.

I need no briefing.

Yes, indeed.

I have, um... come to
understand that you've

gifted a lover to the empress, sir.

I would like to offer my
services in this regard,

if this one does not work out
and a replacement is required.

- Grigor, did you... ?
- I did.

- That's rich, Velementov.
- Oh, bravo, sir.

- I, I feel, uh...
- Can you imagine?

This warthog with his tiny cock

that spurts only vodka on top of the...

You have cheered me, no end. Bravo.

Indeed. A remarkable jape from me.

Aunt Elizabeth.

Darling Catherine.

- Look at that smile.
- Mm.

It's a lifesaver, isn't it?

Indeed.

Look at these fish.

I used to watch them,
thinking them quite content.

Now I realize they've gone
completely fucking mad.

Who's Ivan?

Who mentioned dear Ivan?

I overheard someone. I don't know who.

I am still new, and I'm
rather slow to learn names.

But it did seem a
somewhat thrilling mystery.

As you were.

I have the only key.

- Ivan!
- Lizzy!

Cake!

Oh!

- This is Catherine.
- The empress.

Lovely to meet you.

Do you like my pictures?

Marvelous.

Getting so big.

We must go now.

Is Peter coming to see me?

- He's very busy.
- I won't stab him.

I haven't even hidden a knife anywhere.

Of course you haven't.
You're far too sweet.

My mother?

Still abroad.

Catherine, come visit me again.

I will.

Fucking promise it!

Darling! Darling! Rude.

Sorry. I just want someone to play with.

Of course you do, darling.

I'll be back later.

He is a danger to us.

I suppose we should kill him,

but he is sort of family,
and we are sentimental.

But now there is you, and soon an heir.

Thank you for showing me.

Oh, you are my family.
I will show you everything.

Including how to find happiness here,

and you will bear us an
heir and strengthen our line.

But you must also
know where danger lies.

Oh.

If you see who was talking about
him, you point them out to me.

Indeed.

Huzzah!

Gentlemen, let us begin.

The Swede... First, a toast.

To our friend and leader,

the emperor's father, Peter the Great.

Huzzah!

I have a new one, in his honor.

Booya! Booya!

I also have the Swede's nose
who scratched me, in a bag!

Booya! Booya!

To our brave Russian
fighting men from my battalion,

who have won a battle on the field,

opening up a chance of victory!

No, if we...

My battalion, outnumbered two to one,

ran these fuckers into a ravine,

and then we just waited
above them for days,

till the fuckers went
mad and shot themselves.

Can we start?

Indeed.

Focus up. The Swedes are here,

here, and here.

- Now, I suggest...
- Give me that.

When I started this war against
Sweden, it was because...

Well, my father beat them, and I...

and the Swedes are fucking
depraved animals, as is well known.

Blond, moose buggering, lingonberry
gorging, humorless fucks,

with a seaport we would do well to have.

But then, instead of winning,
you allow us to be pushed back,

so they are now in Russia itself.

It's a fucking mess, to summarize.

So I have a plan.

I say we...

come from here, through here,

split our forces in four, all at once,

probably at night,
so they cannot see us.

Maybe we have horses,

although they are noisy,
so maybe we just run there.

Then, at dawn, when
they are breakfasting

with cock in one hand
and brioche in other,

we attack and destroy them,
winning the war in one morning.

Huzzah!

It's an interesting idea.

It is genius. Pick it apart
if you can, you fat fuck.

Huh. Booya!

Well...

Sir, this is a river, 11 feet deep,

which you wish our men to cross.

Boats.

Carry boats?

- Yes.
- May slow us down somewhat, sir,

making us susceptible to attack.

Also, this is an open plain.

It cannot be approached by stealth.

At night, wearing black.

Or green, if the grass is tall.

The emperor has given
us much food for thought.

I will lay out my plan and incorporate

some of the emperor's fine thoughts.

Huzzah.

Huzzah!

Just sound it out.

Ti... gers?

Tigers...

Yes.

... like to eat... people.

Yes!

Thank you.

You could at least unwrap
him before you send him back.

I have far more important things to do.

Being empress is wasted on you.

- I met Ivan.
- Fuck.

- Where?
- In the palace!

Locked away and heavily guarded.

So we need the military.

In fact, why not Velementov himself,
the leader of the military?

He has a shine for me, I believe.

The drooling gives it away, I think.

We must tell Orlo.
He must work on them, too.

Oh. Hello.

What did my husband say to you?

He said I was to make you happy,

said it was important to him.

- And that is all?
- There was more.

He said if you showed any animation
at all while we were doing it...

emit a noise, stir a
limb, puff a breath...

he would give me a thousand rubles,

bronze my manhood and put
it on display in a museum.

And what did you say to that?

I said I thought it would just
be nice if Russia had a museum.

I see.

And why did he choose you?

You are friends, I assume?

I have met him twice, through my father.

The famous lover.

It is to undersell him.
He was a fascinating man,

who loved women, music, wine,

and sitting a field watching
starlings swirl at sunset with his son.

But the ladies' man seems
to be what has stuck.

So, you are a professional lover also.

Do not laugh at me.

I will share the joke and
then we will laugh together.

As I take it you do not desire a lover,

I will let you in on my secret.

I have only had sex once,

with my drunk and very sweet,

very plump cousin who rather
forced herself upon me.

It was not unpleasant, I suppose,

but I really had no
idea what I was doing.

- Your father did not educate you?
- Not really.

He was a big believer in
discovery, and adventure,

and said he would not
deprive me of either.

Do you aim to charm me?

I would like not
to be killed, of course.

But I cannot guess what will charm you,

as I cannot really
guess what will save me.

One must simply live
and hope it goes well

and is fun while one does it.

Unless I should try to charm you.

Actually, I will try.

It'll be fun, albeit possibly
fatal if it goes awry.

I know, a lover should,
of course, bring a gift.

But you have not.

I have indeed.

You have made an error.

It is not a gift. It is a peach.

When you eat it, you
should put it into your mouth,

bite it once, tip your head back,

and let the juice run into your throat.

I know how to eat a peach.

I will never underestimate you again.

Mmm!

Extraordinary!

The juice runs in and
pools at the throat,

and then gushes down, like
a waterfall of sweetness.

You may stay the night.

Sleep on the chaise.

Then in the morning,
I shall go to Peter,

thank him for you,
say you were pleasant.

You shall be safe, and we will be done.

Grand.

Come on!

- So he is gone? The spy?
- Yes, I said I would.

Regardless, we must make some
headway with the military.

Not lay it out proper, but
begin preparing the ground.

Finally some action.

Is this the best time? Uh...

In vino veritas, Orlo.

Go forth.

Fuckers.

And who paints a river
green? Hmm? Who does that?

Blue, they are fucking
blue, traditionally.

Why don't we play some music?

I need a name, too.

Peter the...

- What can I be?
- Uh...

Peter the Fun.

Peter the Masterful.

Uh, Peter the Terrible.

I want something inspiring, Arkady.

It is inspiring. It inspires fear.

And has a rich history,
everyone loves the terribles.

Just fuck off, all of you.

I have my speech tomorrow.

Oh. Velementov?

I thought this was the library.

I'm completely lost in this palace.

Empress, it is an honor.

Perhaps it is fate. I have
wanted to talk to you.

And I, you. Good God.

You're luminous,

luminous, with luminosity.

Why, thank you.

- You remind me of my father.
- I'm, uh...

I'm younger, I'm sure, and, uh...

and in the prime of manhood.

Uh... drink?

He was a serious military man.

Uh... often frustrated by
the leaders of the country.

Indeed. Then we are alike.

Exactly. A good military man
is happy to spill men's blood

but not waste men's blood.

Have I read you wrong?

You are... vision.

Your skin is...

- Are you weeping?
- A little, yes.

Your beauty hurts.

- Right.
- I...

If we had a philosophy,
a criteria for action,

I just wonder what a
difference that would make.

- Mm.
- I feel a kinship with you.

- I do, too.
- Ooh!

Aah! Get off!

Empress, I will unprise my member.

Oh, God. You will get off me!

What is that... wet?

- I pissed myself.
- Oh! Ugh!

Let me lie here a little
and gather my energies,

before I unleash a storm of passion!

- Fucker!
- Ooh!

Get... them... down!

Anton. How goes it?

- Disastrously.
- How was the briefing?

Interesting, I heard.

- The guy's a fucking idiot.
- Shh.

You are drunk.

Ha-have you met the new empress?

- I heard she's a bitch.
- No, no, no. Not at all.

She is one of a kind.

I, I will make an introduction.

Shall I dress you for
bed or just oil you down?

- How was your evening?
- Avoided rape.

- You?
- Same.

If anyone ever invents
something easier than buttons,

we are all in trouble.

You may go.

But if we put the
pavilion near the river,

we can just laze and watch,

and then just fall off it,
naked, into the cool water.

Poetry.

I was going to ask him

to let us go there next
month for a few weeks.

- He will not.
- We can ask.

Of course.

Hey.

You're up. Good.

Uh...

- Are you all right?
- Of course.

Do you need to talk?

I'll just sleep.

Fuckers.

Ah, my dearest Grigor, there you are.

We did not wish to wake you.

Kindness itself.

You have a loose hair, actually.

Ow. Brutal.

Apologies, but it is a big day.

Yes it is. I feel good.

You're my dearest friends. Embrace me.

Grigor and I thought
we might go to the country,

to our estate for a month.

- Right.
- We have some building to check on.

And we'd love to bring you back
the first quinces of the season.

- Hmm?
- All right. Sure.

What are you writing?

Nothing. Just... a letter.

You must miss home.

Yes. I do.

Tea, sir.

Thank you, Vlad.

Is Vlad short for
Vladimir or long for Vla?

- Oh! Aah!
- Aah-ha.

Oh.

- I'm so sorry.
- We cannot blame you for gravity, Vlad.

For... ? Wh-what is... ?

This is gravity, Vlad.

Everything comes down, Vlad.

Unseen forces at work.

What about a plate?

Gravity.

Or... a feather?

Oh, well, they fight a good fight.

But alas...

- Vlad?
- Gravity.

Oh.

I shall go to breakfast
and speak to Peter,

and then you may go.

Might I suggest we perform a
small playlet, to aid your game?

- A playlet?
- To convince him it went well.

I hate all the pretend at court.

You must treat it as a foolish game.

The viewer is your quarry
and when they're convinced,

you have won and have
made a fool of them.

That's a victory for you.

It is... possibly helpful.

Hmm.

A giggle is good.

A giggle?

It is light and fun.

I am not six. I do not giggle.

I'll do it, then.

That is a preposterous sound.

Leo, sit in the hallway.
I will see you shortly.

So he has made you happy, it seems?

Indeed.

So?

Thank you.

Leo?

You have made the empress happy.

Good job.

That's for fucking my wife.
But well done. Bravo.

It is done, so he may go now.

What?

We spent a pleasant night,

and I thank you profusely for the gift.

So, he may go.

Oh, so he cannot have made you
that happy if you want him to go.

A pleasant night?

What the fuck is a pleasant night?
And now you wish him to go?

That is a fucking failure. Leo!

I am very disappointed in you,
as would your father be.

So sorry, sir.

Stop! I did not know I could keep him.

- What?
- I thought it was a gift, for a night.

I did not realize it could be ongoing.

Oh, it is marvelous to keep him.

Huzzah. I thank you, husband.

Right. Okay.

Do it well or I will cut
your perfect cock off,

as it is a useless appendage if
you cannot use it to bring joy.

Zeus! Come on.

- Are you all right?
- Fine.

Oh. Thanks.

God, this is delicious.

So what is the rest of your day?

How can you be so sanguine?

Do you not wish to break his head open?

No, I wish to enjoy my breakfast,
which is what I'm doing.

May I have some coffee, please?

He just beat you.

It was minutes ago.

- You are baffling.
- Thank you for saving me, by the way.

You don't need to do that.

Truth is, he'll do as
he wishes with me...

hang me, flay me, or take me
hunting and for a nice lunch.

One cannot let oneself
live in fear of that.

He can kick me,

but I will not let him rob me
of my enjoyment of this egg,

that coffee, or this day.

I will not let fear
take my life from me.

I understand entirely.

Ladies' tea is about to begin.

You inexplicably wanted to go?

Indeed, I do. And you shall join me.

- Oh, I'd rather not.
- And I'd rather so.

Leo, you should probably come.

Be near, in case he wonders
why you're not with me.

Mm.

Lady Svenska.

- Uh...
- How wonderful you look!

I...

You will see she has a love for Russia

and a fresh mind that inspires.

All right. Antonia!

My darling, what has happened?

That fucking bitch empress has happened.

Rash, my dear.

Exceptional, but rash.

Well, I have never enjoyed
a ladies' tea party more.

Thank you.

We can't talk.

- We can.
- Aah!

It is fine.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I thought
you were getting rid of him!

We cannot trust him.

I tried. Peter will kill him.

And if he is a spy, Peter will kill us.

You would have me let him die?

We are trying to end
meaningless bloodshed in Russia.

If it is him or us, yes.

I mean, that is the
sort of decision-making

you are going to have to make if
we are to do this. Machiavelli.

I told you, I disagree
with that translation.

I don't think he's a spy.
He's too good-looking.

Well, you'll forgive me,
you and your family's political instincts

are not something I am in awe of.

Fuck you, you virgin coward prick!

Enough! Marial.

I... Colonel Svenska
could have been an ally,

but now we have lost
him and half the ladies.

- It was worth it.
- I agree.

You know, some attention to thinking
two steps ahead, rather than one,

- would be advantageous.
- I did.

I ascertained a dress
fabric for the event,

and had the entire room redone
in that, Orlo. That is two steps.

I do not understand
this recklessness in you.

It is called courage, Orlo.
You will gather it as we go.

Orlo!

How is it?

Being empress?

No one has ever asked me that.

It is...

complex.

- May I speak freely?
- I suppose.

I shall entitle it, "My
Impressions of the Empress".

You do not like Peter.

You do not like it here.

You have a sadness in
you, and worst of all,

you do not seem to know how to have fun.

Fun is not on the table.

He mentioned the country again.

Peter may come for some of it.

Does that mean all of it?

Did you see what
the empress did to Antonia?

It is a level of bitch one seldom
encounters, kind of brilliant.

- I thought it was funny.
- Well, I do not.

And feel free to suck your own cock
for the rest of the month, Arkady.

She needs to be taught a lesson.

Perhaps Antonia needs to learn
a lesson. She is not empress.

We had open hearts.

They are shut tight.
She will learn that.

Pretend, pretend, pretend.

You did not need to do that to Leo.

I suppose not. Is he coughing up blood?

- No.
- Then he's fine.

Coughing blood is
generally the problem sign.

Are you all right?

Mm-hmm.

Nervous about making the speech?

No. Yes.

Fuck.

Is he all these things?

Or perhaps not, and that
is why you are nervous.

He was all these things. He was...

extraordinary.

What is the problem then?

When I speak of him, which I do not,

because when I do, tears.

It is unmanly and fucked
in front of these booyas.

You miss him.

Emperor?

There is no shame in that.

- No, it will not look...
- There is a saying.

"What comes from the
heart, goes to the heart".

He was loved, and you
showing that is a fine thing.

- I may not cry.
- Indeed.

For a I am chap with
iron will and control.

He was a man of action,
a man of the people,

loved, revered,

victorious in battle.

He once sat and helped me
make a lion from rubles.

- But fierce, he...
- Fucking baby.

I heard that.

Whoever it was, step forward.

Man-to-man, let us fight.

No recriminations, no reprisals.

On my father's honor, two men

and their fists, as he would have it.

It would be an honor.

Strategy. Strategy, you dumb fucks!

Your mindless, booya bravery
will not win it for us.

I am Peter the Great's
son. I know how to win.

We will go with my military
plan. Ford the river,

cut their hearts out at breakfast. Yes?

Yes?

Huzzah.

Now where was I?

My father. I commemorate this
statue in his honor. Huzzah.

Let's make Russia great and victorious

over those evil blond Swedish fucks.

Huzzah!

I believe there is a party. Let's enjoy.

How marvelous it was when
you stabbed holes in that man.

You were right for me
to be true to my heart.

There is now love
and fear for me from all.

I was perhaps rough on Leo today.

When you kicked him over and over?

Yes. That is to what I refer.

Well, it just shows how much
you care about my happiness.

Indeed. If you do not want him,
you may choose your own lover.

- Velementov has offered his services.
- Very not funny.

- Imagine it.
- I'd rather not.

Seriously, take a moment.

I imagined him putting it in
your ass as you leant on a desk,

then his weight collapsing the
desk and crushing you under him.

What was yours?

Him pissing on me
as he tried to mount me.

Brilliantly imaginative,
though mine was better.

If you do not want Leo,
choose someone else yourself,

and I will approve or disapprove.

- And Leo?
- Oh. He may go back to his estate.

Oh. So he is free to leave?

- Yes, of course.
- Right.

He can fuck off or stay
at court. I do not care,

as long as you are happy and
not a miserable, scowling cunt.

Which you are not.

That is just a colorful
example of what I do not want.

- Of course.
- I shall tell him.

- No. Let me.
- Mm.

And you are happy and grateful for
my efforts towards your happiness?

All is bliss in the court of Peter.

- It is indeed. Huzzah!
- Huzzah!

I must play. I'm a brilliant violinist.

Give me that. Fuck off.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Peter has not released you.

- I'm sure you tried.
- I did.

So we must continue the charade.

Strangely not disappointed.

Obviously, we are free to do as
we wish with this arrangement.

For example,

you are free to kiss me back,

but also free not to.

To kiss you back, you would have to...

Oh!

Hmm, hmm.

We need help.

You can probably take it from here?

Thank you, Marial.

What are... What are you...

It's very good.

Uh, the, the bit about being
able to live without pretense

will resonate deep.

Leo stays. He is my lover.

He will never know of our plans though.

I promise you that.

What... What are you doing?

My blood oath.

I mean, you... you like
to live dangerously.

I just like to live.

And I would like everyone
to have that opportunity.

Danger is part of this.

You will have to grasp that.

I have avoided it
assiduously my whole life.

We cannot.

Did your heart not beat like a drum

when you thought you had
landed Colonel Svenska?

Now, you need to cut your hand.

- I really don't want to do that.
- I know.

There will be no need
for clothes this morning.

- Marial?
- Buttons?

Buttons.