This whole mess started on August 30, 1918.

Picture this: a half-blind anarchist named Fanny Kaplan allegedly attempts to assassinate Lenin. Two bullets hit the old revolutionary messiah. He doesn’t die. She does—executed three days later, body incinerated, no trace left. Standard procedure for failed revolutionaries and inconvenient women.

The textbooks call it The Red Terror. Lenin’s political enemies were purged en masse. The revolution got its steroids. The rest is, quite literally, history.

Except it’s not.

Because here’s the thing—Kaplan? She couldn’t plan an assassination if her life depended on it (and ironically, it did). She was too blind to shoot straight, too radical to be anyone’s puppet, and way too unpredictable to fit into a tidy Cheka narrative. Which is exactly why she was used.

And that’s where the real story begins.

Through this fragile, nearsighted woman, something vast was put into motion. Something we’re still living inside.

You and me.

Over a century later. Still stuck inside the ripple effect of a cover-up so audacious it makes modern psyops look like poorly staged theatre.

I mean—can you even wrap your head around that? One propaganda stunt… and the world never walked straight again.

Let me put it plainly: history—especially the Russian kind—isn’t a chronicle. It’s a psychodrama. A sustained campaign of narrative engineering designed to erase the real and replace it with the useful.

And that’s not just conspiracy talk. That’s infrastructure. The disinformation wasn’t the smokescreen. It was the engine.

In this case, the engine had one function: eliminate the opposition.

Rewrite the script.

Rename the villain.

Retouch the blood.

So yes, I’ll say it: disinformation—a subset of fiction, dressed up as intel—is the true founding myth of this nation we call Russia.

And fiction is only dangerous when it forgets it’s fiction. When it starts building pipelines, training agents, redrawing borders, launching invasions. 

When the lie becomes a country—
And the only way to kill it is to tell the truth.

But who dares?