December 15th 1935
The soviet people are standing along the road to the government building in Moscow. They are all waving at the great parade, honoring comrade Stalin. Look at those poor people, made to believe that Stalin is a godlike person. None of the common citizents know what’s really going on in the Soviet Union. Everybody thinks that Stalin is a man that cares for his people, but nothing is less true. Thousands of innocent people have allready been transported to the cold and poor provinces of Siberia, without any chance nor hope for their future. If you just have one non-comunist opinion of your own, you’ll cease to exist.
No, the real situation here is a big country with many people in it, all in the hands of Stalin. People don’t know anything, they learn at school that Stalin is the greates man that has ever lived. History lessons are false and just another form of propaganda for the state. Even the communist system is altered to give Stalin great power. There is no real equalness (which is the real communist idea), there is just poorness. In fact almost whole of the russian industry is based on weapons and other heavy industry. Consumer goods are of bad qualtity (there is no competition between the companies in the five-year-plans) and people are just another form of resource, a resource that grows continually, and thus can be refreshed every now and then.
But I will end this madness. I’ve come from a concentration camp in Siberia, all the way to moscow. I left the camp with 5 comrades, but I’m the only one that has made it through Russia. The others became sick and died (they couldn’t check in in a hospital, for they would be killed) or were caught somewhere along the path. Those are probably executed by now. But I will avenge them! I, Konstantin, will end this madness. With my fathers hunting gun (I picked it up on my way to Moscow), I’ll end Stalin’s life. The soviet union as we know it will end here and now...
A gun is fired, and the shot makes everything quiet. This is unbelievable! The great leader Stalin, dead! It took me, Ivan, some time before I realised that I was standing just behind the man who had fired the shot. What a traitor! Without thinking twice, I knocked the bastard down and began beating him. Other men around me began helping me. Somehow, the man I was kicking had a smile on his face though. It was disgusting! How could he laugh after doing such a bad thing!