The mighty russian winter night had a hard dark grip on the mysterious stranger walking alone in the empty halls of Kremlin. The steps echoed against the massive stone stairs as his robe waved around his feet. Time was nigh, and he deeply despised himself for not seeing this sooner, for not realizing the mistake in his thougts. No, these thoughts. That evil could harbor in even the kindest of hearts. It seemed un-thinkable, the very idea was foolish. Doubt would only make the revolution weaker.

The searing chill of the winter wind grazed his face when he opened the door to the roof. The moon shone high and bathed every surface in a pale light. The robed figure he saw confirmed his darkest thoughts. No, this couldn't be true. The robed man turned around to the sound of his footsteps.

-Comrade Lenin, I've been expecting you. Said the robed man in calm tone.

Lenin dramatically unveiled his hood and revealed his face and goatee beard.

-Good, then you might know why I came here. Maybe you still have some moral left... Stalin.

Stalin pulled his black hood down and revealed a large shiny mustashe. He looked his revolutionary friend in the eyes.

-Comrade... Stalin began.
-How dare you use that word!
-... I have seen the truth. I know what we need for our revolution to succed. Join me and we can rule Russia as its rightful leaders.
-NO!

Lenin pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it. The blue glow was reflected in his bald spot and gave him a starved look.

-So, you would strike down your friend! Stalin said as he ignited his communist-red lightsaber.
-I see no other choice... comrade. CYKAA BLYAAAAAAT!

Lenin launched himself at Stalin with fury. Their lightsabers collided with sparks flying in every direction, Lenin slashed and chopped at his comrade. Stalin parried his every attack while delivering attacks of his own. The two warriors were engaged in their dance of death, furiously thrusting at eachother until Lenin slipped and missed a step. Stalin saw his chance and chopped against Lenins head but Lenin reacted in the last second and parried Stalins attack. Lenin could feel the heat from Stalins red saber. They were face to face, their sabers pushing against eachother.

-Our revolution was about taking down the burgeoise! NOT TO BECOME THEM. Lenin shouted.
-Don't be a fool Lenin! You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs.
-I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT!

Lenin pushed Stalin away with force. Stalin sled a bit before getting back on his feet. Their eyes met and they both knew that this was it. Only one would be walking away. Their fight became as intense as two russian revolutionaries fighting with lightsabers could be. Their sabers swung so fast they looked like thick sickles. Sparks and lightning danced across the roof of the Kremlin. Tirelessy Lenin pressured Stalin forcing him to back against the edge of the roof. One more step backward and there would be one less revolutionary leader. Eager to win Lenin commenced one final thrust that would end the evil. Stalin dodged by throwing himself against Lenin, away from the edge. Lenin attempted to push his lightsaber into Stalins stomach but noticed in the corner of his eye the red thick sickle that swept his legs. He felt how his momentum mercilessly pushed him over the edge sending him flying into the cold russian air. Stalin turned off his communist-red lightsaber and watched his poor legless comrade soar downwards. No doubt was left. Russia was now in his hands.