[1936, Moscow]
- I thinchhh I´ll haffffff anocher one, Stalin said and knocked back a frosty one.
The new year had long since dawned, but the exstatic new-years celebrations were still going on.
There was a sense of achievement like: "ooh, mankind hasn´t blown each other apart in 1935 either, goody!", there was also the sense that something special was about to happen, no-one really knew what, all they knew was that it had something to do with Sweden and a pair of ducks, there was also some people claiming this to be "the first year of the HOI-cycle", but no-one really paid much attention to these guys.
By the way, where were we?
oh...
- Sir, can you sign this recommendation letter to Harvard for me? Three people said in perfect unison.
Beeing drunk and slightly mad, Stalin signed it.
He wrote:
Josef Dzjugasvili, ex-georgian priest turned bankrobber then social agiotator, now dictator over the union of soviet socialistic republics.
- I must get a shorter name, he thought before he passed out.
[Stalins remote datja, buisness district, Vladivostok]
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
The scream made the datja lift approximately ten meters into the air, and made a camel, although with a weak psyche run of to Guam, never to bee seen again.
The scream did not just originate from Stalins massive hang-over but also from the map that Zhukov showed him, across the vast, pretty and red expanse of the soviet union, three new nations: the Ukraine, Russia and Siberia had popped up.
Josef issued a short order:
- Get these lands back! Oooooh, my head...
Then he walked away and changed his name to something shorter.
- I thinchhh I´ll haffffff anocher one, Stalin said and knocked back a frosty one.
The new year had long since dawned, but the exstatic new-years celebrations were still going on.
There was a sense of achievement like: "ooh, mankind hasn´t blown each other apart in 1935 either, goody!", there was also the sense that something special was about to happen, no-one really knew what, all they knew was that it had something to do with Sweden and a pair of ducks, there was also some people claiming this to be "the first year of the HOI-cycle", but no-one really paid much attention to these guys.
By the way, where were we?
oh...
- Sir, can you sign this recommendation letter to Harvard for me? Three people said in perfect unison.
Beeing drunk and slightly mad, Stalin signed it.
He wrote:
Josef Dzjugasvili, ex-georgian priest turned bankrobber then social agiotator, now dictator over the union of soviet socialistic republics.
- I must get a shorter name, he thought before he passed out.
[Stalins remote datja, buisness district, Vladivostok]
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
The scream made the datja lift approximately ten meters into the air, and made a camel, although with a weak psyche run of to Guam, never to bee seen again.
The scream did not just originate from Stalins massive hang-over but also from the map that Zhukov showed him, across the vast, pretty and red expanse of the soviet union, three new nations: the Ukraine, Russia and Siberia had popped up.
Josef issued a short order:
- Get these lands back! Oooooh, my head...
Then he walked away and changed his name to something shorter.
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