Comrade Fox: Low-living in Revolutionary Russia (The Life and Times of Archibald Brinsley Fox)

"I never gave a monkeys for Marxism or Monarchism or Liberalism or Conservatism or Socialism or any ism. I've always been leery of anyone brandishing an ism - an excuse to howl at the moon if you ask me. And they're all moralists too, always got it in for someone else, usually someone like me." - Archibald Brinsley Fox.
Rough as robber's dog and licentious as Sodom's finest, Archibald Fox was never the stuff of revolutionary heroes. So what on Earth was he doing at Lenin's side in Petrograd during the Spring of Hope?... He was hoping to thieve a Fabergé Egg and seduce Lenin's former mistress...
Alas, the mood of Russia soon darkens... The Germans are invading while the economy goes to hell in a handcart. Lynch mobs rule the streets. Leaden brutality, casual rape and spouting paranoid cobblers are all the rage... Can Fox pluck his priceless Egg from the prevailing mayhem? Will the woman of his dreams take refuge in his arms? No. Not a hope.
In this cursed land he can only hope to get battered by Cossacks, hounded by a brute he cuckolded, pursued by a rabble of Dark Age villagers, blackmailed into joining a murderous militia, chased across country by Red Guards and tangle with some dangerously desperate women (so it isn't all bad)...