How a heart became cold chapter 4
Several days passed without anything
out of the ordinary happening. They were now passing through the Ural mountains
and Moscow was wondering how his father would tell his boss about the fact that
he was now heading to the Gulag. The small man that so many people feared,
Joseph Vissarionovitch Djougachvili was his full name, but of course everybody
knew
him as Stalin. Of the few ones that didn't call him like that, Russia
always called him by his old nickname, Koba. Never would he use Stalin when he
was talking to the man. It thought it pleased the man to be called like that,
and it was. Only the oldest friends of the Georgian would call him like that. It
made him smile, thing that happened rarely (well, real smiles in that case).
However, Moscow didn't understand how such a small and disgusting man could be
that powerful, how could Russia not see his boss' cruelty. Stalin even forced
Russia to hurt his own sisters! How could Stalin have an influence over Russia,
said country could so easily knock him down and give the place to another man,
even to Trotski! Moscow knew his father much liked this man, but couldn't say it
out loud. It was dangerous, even for the giant country, to say his name. Moscow
had heard that if you said his name out loud in public, you would immediately go
to prison or in a Gulag, or even just get killed! Stalin's cruelty wasn't
something to mess around with. To survive, you had to shut the fuck up and live
with the man's decisions. Moscow knew he couldn't, but it was alright. He
couldn't die. And Stalin was too fond of the boy to hurt him severely. He quite
liked Moscow, for unknown reason from said city, but it pleased the boy, who got
along with it. Stalin was more proud of Moscow than of his own sons, and had
even tried to make him and his daughter fall in love.
Stalin was
sitting as his desk, yelling at a blond man that was about three times his
height, but looked scared as if the small dictator was a giant. The blond man
was Ivan Braginski, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, or simply Soviet
Union. He stared at his boss, the only person in this world that could scare
him, along with Belarus.
-Простите, но-
-WHY DID YOU SEND HIM
THERE!? I KNOW THAT WE NEED MEN, BUT NOT SOME RANDOM CITY! AND...
The
man kept yelling, breaking a pot that had the misfortune of being in the same
room as him at the bad moment. The fragments of ceramic shattered on the floor,
and Stalin cut his finger on one of them, cursing loudly at the sudden
pain.
-IDIOT! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID!
-Um, boss, it's you that broke
this pot-
-It's because YOU made me angry in the first place! And now I'm
bleeding! Stupid country!
-I had to punish him in some way or another.
You would have been angry even if I used another method, since you decided that
/my/ son was suddenly your favorite.
-Sometimes it makes me furious that
you can't die...
-Well, you're furious almost all the time. Even in your
childhood.
-And!? I can be angry if I want to! I have many reasons of
being angry. And I like your son because he's not a good at nothing like mine!
-I think Nikolai is worse than your sons, boss. He cries all the time.
-But he's not an alcoholic people are too afraid to ground or just a
plain good at nothing that can't even kill himself right.
This last
sentence made Russia frown. Moscow had killed himself so many times... But he
never missed himself.
When you do something often, you become good at
it, that's just how it works.
-You have a point. But he'll surely become
one (an alcoholic, for those who lost track of time) at the Gulag.
-That's why I disapprove your decision.
-He's already there
anyway, what could I do about that? I don't even know where the train is.
Stalin sighed.
-Then I hope for your sake that he'll come back
fine.
-Да, да... I don't really care. I'm this country after
all.
-But I'm your boss and I can do many things you can't do. Like
creating another famine in Ukraine. Or organizing other purges.
Ivan's eyes widened in fear.
-П-пожалуйста, н-не с-сестра!
-Then
заткнись.
-Д-да...
-Хорошо.
Stalin got up and walked
away, leaving Russia alone in his office. The thought of searching through his
boss' desk traversed Ivan's mind, but he quickly dismissed it, the thing being
foolish. He looked around. Photos of Lenin and Marx hanged from each sides of
the wall behind the desk, and there was a flag of the ussr hanging there as
well. There wasn't really anything else decorating the office. Russia got up and
left, having no reason to stay in the short, but terrifying, man's office. He
had better things to do.
Banging his head on the wall for being an
idiot, for example.
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Sorry for
the short chapter ^^; But at least it's done!
So, I already told you I
read an entire book about Stalin for my history research, right? Well, I used my
knowledge here! :D I also discovered (to my horror) that we are, let's say,
really alike (me and Stalin, not me and the history research). I'm cursed with
swearing and an horrible temper. :( Anyway, did you like this chapter?
EDIT: UUUUUGGGGGHHHH I just edited it and I realized it REALLY needed
correction. Like a lot.
Oh and yes Stalin tried to put his daughter and
Moscow together. I just thought that would be a funny fact, to put a little
humor in this over depressing story. I'm a funny person, I can't help it.