I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

At noon that day, Tesla entered the Winter Palace together with the middle-aged man.

Behind them were the core personnel, some of whom were workers, some of whom were intellectuals, and some of whom were high-ranking military officials who chose to support them.

A lot of military intelligence about military deployments was given by them.

But as soon as they entered the door, a tall middle-aged man walked towards them.

He shook Tesla's hand enthusiastically.

"Hello, Mr. Tesla. I have heard your name a long time ago. I have always wanted to find a chance to meet you, but I have never had the chance."

He has a long, slightly broad face with a square chin, thick black eyebrows and small, deep eyes. His forehead is broad, his nose is slightly arched, and his lips are thin and tightly closed. His hair is black,

It was the tall man who had just led the marching crowd.

"Hello." Tesla nodded to him.

"His name is Maxim Gorky." The middle-aged man said.

Tesla reacted and said in surprise, "So you are Gorky!"

He became a little more enthusiastic, "I've read your article and it's really good."

"It's my pleasure." Gorky smiled.

"He has been working hard behind this people's march," the middle-aged man said.

After a pause, he said, "Let's talk after we're polite."

He looked at Gorky, "Where is Nicholas II?"

"follow me."

Gorky raised his hand and led the two of them deeper and deeper along this magnificent corridor.

They passed through several doorways, went up the stairs, and soon entered the emperor's office on the east side where he handled government affairs.

There, Nicholas II was sitting at his desk, with a piece of paper in front of him.

Above is the abdication edict they drafted, only his name and fingerprints are missing.

His wife, four daughters and one son were all on one side, guarded by some.

"He had to wait for you to come before he would sign." Gorky said.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and asked him, "Where are the people from the Brotherhood?"

"They left before you came," Gorky said. "They said that the Brotherhood is an existence hidden in darkness after all and is not suitable for exposure to the sun."

Nicholas II raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man. His face was a little pale, but it was much lighter than when he saw the assassins before.

"I heard people below mention you, but at that time I never thought that you would take this country away from me."

“It wasn’t me who took away this country.”

The middle-aged man said, he came to Nicholas II and looked into his eyes.

“It’s you who push this country away from you.”

"You emperors always think that you have absolute power.

He feels that he can kill anyone in this country.

You are never willing to admit that the rights in your hands depend on the people of this country.

The country's taxes are paid by the people, and your army is also composed of the people.

Your rights depend on their respect and trust in you.

Power corrupts you, and your arrogance completely pushes people away from you.

If you had handled that march differently ten years ago, maybe it would have been around for a few more years. "

He picked up the pen on his desk and handed it to him.

"If you still have the dignity of being an emperor, then you will respect the people's choice and sign the edict of abdication. Put the rights of this country into the hands of the people!"

"I will sign it." Nicholas II looked at the middle-aged man, "I can also commit suicide to apologize, but I only have one request. Send my wife and daughter to Britain so that they can live."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and quickly replied, "I can promise you."

The senior military officer on one side couldn't help but said, "Sir!"

“The country of the future was created by the will of the people and will be ruled by the people.

The Romanov family was also overthrown by the people. "

The middle-aged man spoke, his eyes firm.

“If the people don’t agree, they can never regain their right to rule.

If the people of this country still want the Romanov family to rule them in the future.

So why don't we give this country back to them? "

"Believe me, Ronno." The middle-aged man said calmly, "That future will never appear. Because from now on, the people of this country will have a backbone that will never bend. Never, never Who bows his head and surrenders!"

Ronno fell silent.

"I agree too." Gorky said.

Nicholas II said in a low voice, "I hope you can fulfill your promise."

He picked up the pen on one side and signed his name on the abdication edict. Then he pressed the ink pad on the side and put his fingerprint on his name.

After doing all this, he slumped on the chair as if he had lost his strength, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Because he knew that from this moment on, he would completely lose this country.

The Romanov family's centuries-old family business was ruined in his hands.

And he will also become a king who will subjugate his country. His name will forever be etched in the history books.

Seeing that name, the middle-aged man's frown relaxed slightly.

He knew this was just the beginning.

Next, there are countless things waiting for them to solve.

But the most difficult moment is over, and the light of dawn is clearly visible.

He believes that as long as the people of this country are united, no difficulty is insurmountable.

He walked behind Nicholas II and opened the high-end curtains behind the office.

The warm sunlight poured into this dark room through the window, shining on the middle-aged man and Nicholas II.

At a glance from here, you can see the entire St. Petersburg. Buildings full of historical atmosphere are covered with pipes and antennas that appeared after the mecha revolution.

But this combination of technology and history also brings a different kind of beauty to the city.

The weather today is exceptionally sunny, cloudless, and blue sea and sky.

This kind of weather has not been seen in St. Petersburg for a long time. After entering the industrial revolution, the sky in the city was often dark.

The warm eyes dispelled the fatigue and chill of the middle-aged man running in this cold night, and also dispelled his confusion.

He slowly turned his head to look at Tesla.

He was found standing in a corner of the office, staring at a painting hanging on the wall.

The middle-aged man knows more or less how to appreciate paintings. In his opinion, the skill of this painting can only be said to be quite satisfactory. It's not bad, but it's not great either. It can't be compared with the paintings collected in this palace.

This painting is a portrait of a handsome young man with white hair.

Looking at the painting, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly. For some reason, he always felt that the people in this painting seemed to have been seen somewhere.