small USSR

20:19. The Union walked to the Reich's home in frosty weather of -29 degrees, and it took about thirty-seven minutes to walk. Although the Union did not want to go to him, the Third persuaded him to come to visit him and stay overnight. - Why was it so late to call me?! - The Union muttered angrily under its breath. *** 20:56. The USSR had already approached the Reich's house and, having reached the door, the man began to knock hard on it. It felt like he wanted to just break it open and not just knock. About five minutes later, the door is opened by the Third. - Finally! Not even a year has passed! - Rolling his eyes, the Union snorted. - Yeah, come into the house already. - He said, quickly galloping back to the warm house. - I'm coming. - The USSR hastily responded, following the owner into the house. The house itself was small and cozy, both outside and inside. It was made in black and white. At least, a small corridor into which, in fact, the Union entered. The only thing the communist was happy for was the bench and small table, specially set up by the German for infrequent, but still guests. Shiny gray wallpaper with gold monograms; on the wall hung the Reich flag and old black and white photographs, some of the Nazis together with the Union. Next to these photographs there were also awards, medals and all sorts of diplomas. Having taken off his shoes, the Union put his boots on the shelf with the rest of the same shoes so that he would not interfere with anyone. Although, who will she bother? - Come here. - Reich shouted from the kitchen. The USSR obediently went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, watching the German. Reich poured water into the kettle to put it on the stove, which he did. While waiting, Soviets looked at the kitchen again and again. The kitchen hasn't been renovated for a long time, so the old brown wallpaper with lighter-colored diamonds still hangs on the walls. The kitchen set was brown and beige. In the middle of the room there was a table at which the Reich’s guest was now sitting. In the corner next to the headset there was a small refrigerator, which was either half empty or full. On one of the walls hung a rather large picture that Reich himself painted. It showed a small white church, next to which stood an old barn; A road passes by, going over the hills into the mountains. - Would you like tea or coffee? Or maybe me? - The Third asked with a malicious smile. - Coffee... - The USSR answered him with a hint of anger in his voice. - Fine. - Reich said, grinning. The man made coffee for himself and his guest. Taking two mugs, he sat down at the table with the Union. They began to talk about different topics until the Union felt that it was bad. - Everything is fine? - Noticing his friend’s condition, the Third asked. The communist remained silent. - Go to the room or something... - The Union nodded and, getting up from the table, headed to the living room in which he slept when he stayed overnight. Having entered there, he collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep. By the way, the guest room was different from the others. It had white wallpaper with silver waves. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only a small wardrobe, a single bed, a bedside table and a desk and chair.