Following the events of the Cold War, these two journal entries were found in the fireplaces, unburned, in the homes of Alfred F. Jones and Ivan Braginsky.
I hate him...
He stole my heart when I wasn't looking, he made me love hum and all his faults. He took me captive in his arms, pulling when I pushed. he never left me alone even when I yelled and broke things. always staring at me with those big sparling blue eyes, that always seem to be moving. he made all the blurry things in life come back into focus. He stole everything and everyone I loved, and left me with... absolutely nothing. Though he still managed to make me smile when I desperately wanted to rip off that warm and gentle face. though what I despise the most is , I'll miss him when he's gone. taking the only true happiness I ever knew with him.
- Ivan Braginsky
I hate him...
That stupid little grin always looking back at me. Those words I'll never understand, forever picking and pulling at my mind. His winding scarf choking me, cutting off my words before I can speak them. His tall and looming shadow overtaking mine, watching every move I make, waiting for me to trip and fall. Yet, those childish eyes hide something deeper, a secret that itches at the sides of that grin. I will cherish the day when he finally falls to his knees before me, convulsing in broken sobs. Though what I fear the most is that ill cry too.
- Alfred F. Jones
After further investigation, both personifications denied writing these entries, and refused further interviews and statements. these entries were and still continue to be a mystery of what really went on during the duration of the Cold War.