Красный снег
What's the real color of snow? My understanding of this still fails me. Everyone says that it's white, like a cloud. But snow isn't white, it's always been red. Hasn't it? My commander, Medvedev, tells me that this white snow is precious and that we must protect it. But why join the other nations? They're still afraid of me. With good reason. I'm still a nation who must be obeyed, Да? This should be obvious given my past. And I have no intention of changing my nature.
I'm still my young self. Rurik is still standing knee deep in the red snow, tall and triumphant. He's carrying me; calling me Russkaya zemia. My name perhaps? Yaroslav smiles at me with his wise eyes. I'm growing, but before I know it, I'm being taken away. That year, the snow is particularly a deeper red. The snow never loses its red color as the Mongols train me. The red snow excites me and I want more. You see now?
Ivan is a good name, Да? I like playing in the snow with both my Ivans. I'm also making new friends in the East. But Lithuania stops me from going to the West. And I think: how annoying. After the Ivans, everyone is just annoying. I only need one commander. So I smile as I propose a game and watch as my pawns move. In those years, even the sky is a beautiful red. No one is safe from my game. Family, friends, and lovers: those titles are worthless. In my game, the rules are simple. Kill the right people, and become Tsar.
I still remember all great wars. I see Germany as a friend, and then a traitor. I'm hurt in the first war. For the first time, I see that I need a change in not only command, but government. Then Germany betrays me a second time. And this time around, I'm sure to make him pay. The allies don't like what I want to do to Germany, but they just don't understand what it feels like to be deceived. I hate them so much. Stupid America thinks he can take me on. Stupid governments keep getting in the way of what I want to do.
White snow is like a child. It's pure and innocent at birth, but also stupid and ignorant. Red snow has experienced much… it is not stupid and ignorant in the ways of the world. This is why the true color of snow is red. The other nations are exactly like white snow. They have a good reason to be afraid of me. Putin will make it clear that I will be obeyed. Even today's mafia bows down to my will. I have been though many stages in life. But one thing remains true to my nature: the snow will always be red at my feet.