I'm Coming Back, отец
April 11, 2026•225 words
It was the December the 25th, 1990, in Moscow. The shivering gusts had finally settled. The snow crystals fell as the people smiled through difficulties. The USSR had almost collapsed, and its people had become more or less feeble, some physically; some mentally. The Kremlin had been trying its best to recover. They were well afraid of the dirty strategies of the west, after a prominent and certain collapse of the USSR. And yet they had learned to smile through the difficulties. After all, it was Christmas.
Dzinev was lying in his bed, in an old hospital. It had been serving the Soviets since the start of the century. But the current conditions had bought even the giants to their knees. Dzinev was a former KGB officer in the Kremlin, but had left the job a decade ago. He had been battling with cancer.
He looked out of the window, looking at the moonlit sky. He and Мишка, his teddy were the only one in the room. Dzinev didn’t have anybody else. Мишка had been gifted to him by his father, a great patriot, on the death bed while Dzinev was six. He had been shot in the head in WW II. Dzinev remembered how his dad told him death was nothing sad, and he was just going to his lord, his owner, his caretak-