It was sothing Nikita was always grateful for - that his family was truly harmonious.
"Anna, were you waiting? Go ahead and eat."
"Co earlier next ti."
"Ahem, sorry."
Though his father married very late, he still had three children, and unlike those distant island cousins whose three generations were broken, their relationship was very good.
Perhaps because grandfather would always have als with family when he returned from work, father too would always gather the family in one place when evening ca.
"Nikita, how are your Tsarevich lessons?"
"Though I learn every day, it's difficult every day."
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"Couldn't you reduce it a bit?"
"Hmm."
Having just tried whining a bit, Nikita was slightly taken aback when Nicholas suddenly put down his spoon and fork and wiped his mouth.
"Well, I was just saying..."
"Nikita."
"Yes, Father."
Looking around at the whole family, Nicholas soon looked at his children and said.
"In case you misunderstand, I'll say this - Nikita, you can never beco an absolute monarch. Tsarism ends with my era."
"Dear!"
"Anna, wait."
Just because he whined a little, suddenly being told he couldn't succeed his father - even the usually calm Nikita couldn't hide his expression this ti.
Though his mother shouted what nonsense is this from the side, it didn't reach Nikita's ears.
Why else was he studying so hard day and night like this?
Why couldn't he play when he wanted to play, rest when he wanted to rest?
All to not bring sha to father's reputation.
Wasn't it all to succeed his father?
Nikita tried hard to infer Nicholas's intentions based on the knowledge he'd worked to learn.
"...Are you implenting constitutional monarchy?"
"Well, we'll implent a system that suits the tis. But it definitely won't be like now."
"Why? I've grown up perfectly as your son. I'm better than my peers and work harder than anyone. Are you saying soone like ... is unqualified?"
And so. For the first ti, Nikita talked back to his father.
Though he was the parent Nikita respected endlessly, though he was the father all imperial citizens praised.
Nikita felt like his bloodline wasn't being acknowledged.
"Are you trying to make Dmitri and compete now?"
"You competing with a fifteen-year-old brother?"
"Or what am I failing to do? What more must I do for father to acknowledge ?"
To Nicholas's eyes he was just an eighteen-year-old child who needed protection, but in this mont Nikita felt his entire life was being denied.
At this rebellion that wasn't quite rebellion, Nicholas looked at Nikita's eyes filled with will, sighed, and...
"Do you dare think you could replace ?"
Briefly set aside his role as father and changed to Tsar.
"Dear."
"Anna, just a mont."
Even Anna sensed she couldn't stop the conversation between father and son at this mont, and no longer interrupted.
"Nikita."
"...Yes, Father."
"I love you all and want to do anything for you. But at the sa ti, I am the Empire's Emperor, the Tsar responsible for hundreds of millions of subjects."
Nikita knows too. Though he hasn't experienced it directly, isn't this why he worked so hard, knowing through his head and knowledge how heavy father's position is?
"And I dare declare, no one can handle this position. Not you. Not my brother Mikhail. Not any Grand Duke."
Contempt. In this mont, Nikita felt like his whole body would stick to the floor under the contemptuous gaze of the Blood Tsar.
"Nikita, I lost my father at twenty-four. From age five, I strived alone to beco suitable for the Tsar's position, and after waiting four years, I cleaned up the empire. I carried out nurous reforms and two wars. I erased three hostile empires from world history and accomplished 200 years worth of reforms in 20 years. Could you do that?"
"...It seems difficult."
"Indeed. Even I'm not confident I could do it again."
Even Nicholas was just struggling to make the best choices sohow in distorted history, and didn't want to pass excessive burdens to his children.
Unlike Nikita who was set to inherit his father's empire from birth, for Nicholas, power throughout his life was ultimately a ans, not an end.
"However, since you were born as my eldest son, you should enjoy appropriate rights too. Dmitri, the sa goes for you."
"Yes, yes!"
"Stop playing around, and please stop following Mikhail. Before I send you both to the army even before your coming of age ceremony."
"Ah, understood!"
Having finished what he wanted to say, Nicholas looked to the side, discovered Anna glaring at him, and fixed his gaze on his plate.
"...I'll see you later."
"Ahem."
"Papa, when are you eating? I'm hungry."
"Oh my, Sasha. Are you hungry?"
Though Nicholas soon diverted the conversation as if his youngest's whining was a helping hand...
'Can I... not beco father?'
Nikita couldn't escape from the earlier conversation.
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During Kokovtsov's ti as warti Pri Minister, when victory was certain and the post-war structure was gradually revealing itself, he had one mission.
It was the problem of creating jobs for millions of veterans and rear workers to stay in cities.
The Great War certainly caused many changes befitting its massive battles.
It made shell production reach 40,000 tons per day in the munitions industry and affected seemingly unrelated areas like sound equipnt and radio industry developnt.
Now the war was over.
Industrial capacity had endlessly expanded during the war period, and the labor market had infinite supply.
'If left alone, these young people will pick up plows again.'
Before this industrial capacity falls again.
Before the youth return to the fields.
Kokovtsov must guide the empire to an even higher place.
It ant they must truly escape being an agricultural nation and be reborn as an industrial nation.
"Female workers have already established themselves centered on the textile industry during the war period. Even the phenonon of handicraft and light industry industrialists preferring cheaper female workers over male workers is occurring."
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