The year is 1990. Many years since the end of the Second World War and the Cold War between Russian and the United States hadn't exactly ended yet.

Havryil and Maskim had heard that their cousin and his wife had another baby, a boy this time.

Both Ukrainian and Belarusian males met up with the Estonian female, Kadri.

"We need to let them know we won't take any more of their crap," Havryil said.

Maskim and Kadri nodded.

"We have been under their control for too long," Maskim said.

"How are we going to do that?" Kadri asked.

"We'll find out when the time comes," both cousins say.


The first country to try and declare independence is Lithuania, a Baltic country.

No one expected one of them to do so, but when he did, Estonia and Latvia soon followed.

When news spread to Kiev, a smile crossed Havryil's face.

"I knew they could do it."

"Do what?" Artem asked, looking at his older brother.

"Declare independence," Havryil said.

"Who declared independence?" Bohuslava asked.

"The Baltic countries," Havryil said.


Kadri knew there would be complications when the three countries tried to gain independence, and it was evident.

She was hiding under her bed while there was fighting going on outside in the city.

The Estonian didn't like fighting, no matter the reason.

Her brother, Eduard, took part in fighting, just like during the second World War.

However, this time she wouldn't go to Aamir and Soraya to spend time with them.

No, not this time.

This shouldn't take that long.

Only until they got their independence.

She didn't know that instead of fighting, the people would be singing.


That following year, one by one, countries of the USSR started gaining their independence.

Maskim was the first of the cousins to gain what every other Soviet country wanted so badly.

He stood in front of his Russian cousins, looking like he was about to cry at any given moment.

All three were staring at him in surprise.

"You're leaving?" Daniil asked.

The Belarusian male nodded.

"As much as I liked spending time with you, I just can't take it anymore. I hate the government."

And with that, the golden-haired male ran out of the building so no one would see him cry.

Apparently he hadn't seemed to notice the tiny black haired boy that had been at Aleksander's side.


A month later, it was Havryil's turn to say goodbye.

"You're leaving too?" Aleksander asked, holding his three-year-old son in his arms and looking at the Ukrainian male.

"I'm sorry Aleksander. Mama, Artem, Bohuslava, and I can't take anymore of this. We have to."

The Ukrainian male turned and went to leave.

When his hand was on the doorknob, there was a small voice saying, "Bye bye."

Turning to look at Aleksander and his son Vladimir, Havryil gave a slight wave and a weak smile before saying, "Bye."

And with that, Havryil was out the door and was on his way to his home in Ukraine.


Before both Havryil and Maskim gained their independence, it was Kadri.

She quietly walked out of the building with her brother and without anyone else knowing.

However, she did leave a note for them to find when they got up that morning.

"I can't believe we did it," she said when they were back in Estonia.

Eduard looked at her, smiling.

"Neither can I. We're really free from their rule."