small USSR

07:48. Reich suddenly woke up from a child's crying. He didn’t understand where the child could have come from? Opening his sleepy eyes and getting out of bed, the man followed the sound of crying. The German headed to the USSR room, or rather to the guest room. When Reich entered the guest room, he couldn’t believe his eyes, because in front of him was the USSR, but it was small! And he looks about 5-6 years old. He sat on the crib and cried, not understanding what happened. The Union was probably afraid of something. - What the hell?! What happened to you?! What even happened overnight?! - Reich looked dumbfounded at the child in front of him, not believing his eyes. After about 4 minutes, the Nazi was slightly able to recover from the shock. After taking a few steps, he approached the mini-communist and sharply raised it to check whether it seemed to him or not. - Let me go! Let go! - The USSR shouted in fright, and to some extent indignantly, kicking the German in the hope that he would lower him to the floor or, preferably, to the bed. After some time, the Reich nevertheless released the Union. Having more or less calmed down, the Nazi left the room and headed to the storage room. Turning on the light there, the Third began to look for children's clothes for the Union, despite the fact that there was a lot of dust and quite a lot of boxes, which made it difficult to find anything. *** After 10 minutes, Reich finally found some clothes for the Council. The man came out of the closet and went into the small man’s room to dress him. The third one silently entered the room and observed the USSR for a bit; he sat near the bed and hummed something quietly to himself. Sighing, the German called out to the mini-copy of his friend, who shuddered and looked at Reich with fear in his eyes. A little later, the Third finally dressed the boy in a beige sweater, black pants and green socks. - What should I do with you now? In general, what should I do about your problem? - Propping his chin in his hand and nervously tapping the fingers of his other hand on the table, Reich thought about what to do. - I have no idea, I thought you knew. - The Council looked guiltily into the German’s eyes and shook its legs. - Or maybe they’ll give you to Belarus or Ukraine? I think they will understand what to do with you. - Reich suggested. - Nope, they said they were busy. - The mini-communist shrugged. - Are all fifteen children busy and can’t be with you? - Reich was already looking at the little one nervously. - Well, I can't do anything about it. - Little Union spread his arms in different directions. - I want to eat! - After a short silence, he said. Having jumped off, he immediately found himself next to TR. Tugging at the Nazi's clothes, the Council stared at him. - Oh... Okay, let's go. - The German shrugged. They left the room together and headed to the kitchen. The USSR jumped onto a chair and began to look at the German, and Reich, as if not noticing the look, began to prepare breakfast. *** In about 17 minutes. Having prepared breakfast for himself and the Council, Reich served the little one Potato salad. But the Council flatly refused to eat this “Something like food,” in his opinion. - Boo! I won't! - Pushing the plate away from him, the mini-communist grimaced his face in disgust. - What do you mean I won’t? Why did you decide you wouldn't like it? - - Because! - The German sighed sadly. - Maybe you'd like some pancakes? - The council nodded, and Reich had to go make pancakes. *** 30 minutes later. Having prepared the pancakes, the man put them on the USSR plate, but the child again began to resist eating food. - I'm not hungry. - Jumping off the chair, the little one left the kitchen. - How harmful you are... The same as in childhood. - Sighing, Reich took a plate of fresh pancakes and put them in the refrigerator. *** The third sat down on a chair and simply looked out the window, again thinking about what to do with the USSR. So far there was only one option - to give this “miracle” to one of his children. But what if he is refused? Spit. Still, having decided to call them, the German took the phone and began dialing the Ukrainian number. - Yes, I’m listening. - The Ukrainian woman answered the phone almost instantly. - Hello, hello, what are you doing? - Reich started the conversation with more banal questions. - So, did something happen? You wouldn't call without a reason. “She asked right away, as if I guessed the problem, or she just knew Reich well. - In short, something bad happened! The USSR has become a child! - Raising his tone a little, the Nazi tried to briefly explain the situation. There was silence at the other end of the receiver, which alerted the German. She didn't believe him? - Reich, are you drunk or what? What are you hanging? - Clearly, she didn’t believe him. - Hello! - Snatching the phone from the hands of the Third, the Union said. - It's me! - - S-USSR? - - Yes sir! - The Council smiled. - I'll be there in five minutes. “The Ukrainian woman said briefly, immediately hanging up. - Who was it? - Turning to the German, he asked, looking straight into the eyes of the Reich. - Didn’t you recognize Ukraine? Your daughter. - With incomprehension, the Third looked at the little one, raising one eyebrow. - I have children? - - Damn it... Has your memory been erased or something? - Covering his face with his hands, TR whispered something else in German. - Should this aunt come to us? “The council looked at the elder with such innocent eyes that he felt a little uncomfortable. - Yes, she will take you, and let her continue to think about what to do with you. - The German took his chin and thought about his own things again. - Don't give me to anyone! I will be obedient, honestly, honestly! - Hugging Reich tightly, the little Council grabbed his clothes with his hands. He began to shake him slightly, and droplets of tears began to appear in his eyes. - I won’t give you up! She'll just take care of you for a while, that's all! - Lightly pushing the Union away, the Third growled with anger at the boy, and he fell silent, looking at Reich in fear. *** After some time there was a knock on the door. The German already guessed who it was. - So she came. - Rising from his usual place, Reich went to open the door, but as soon as the little one noticed this, he immediately grabbed his leg and began to roar. Having barely reached the entrance, the man opened the door for the girl. - Hi again. - The German unhooked the Soviet mini, and then picked it up and handed it to Ukraine. - Look at this “miracle”! - - Wow! God... He's so cute! But why is he crying? - Looking at her father, only a small one, the Ukrainian woman asked a question. - He was afraid that I would give it to you, but he misunderstood, and now he is afraid for his own skin. - TR explained. - In short, here we go! Do whatever you want with him, it doesn't concern me. - And he gave the Council into the reliable hands of Ukraine, and then the Reich sighed more or less calmly. But as soon as the little communist found himself in the arms of the Ukrainian woman, he immediately began to go hysterical. - Hush, everything will be fine, don’t be afraid. - In a gentle voice she reassured her little father. - Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to go with this aunt! - The Union resisted, fidgeting in its arms. The Ukrainian woman did not torture him and lowered him to the floor, and the mini-communist ran up to the German and hid behind his back. - Come on! Why are you such a coward?! Go to Ukraine! - Pushed by the Union Reich. - Reich, don’t yell at him, if he doesn’t want to, let him not go, anyway, I’m going on a business trip for a month. - The Ukrainian woman calmed the German. - What about Belarus and Russia? - The German looked at the girl somehow dissatisfied. “Belarus is coming with me, and Russia can’t look after itself,” the Ukrainian woman shrugged, “so you’d better stay with him, please.” - - Yeah, I'll sit with him! I'll hand him over to an orphanage, and that's about it. - From these words, the Third smiled, but the Council felt uneasy. - Reich! - Ukraine frowned. - Okay, okay, I was joking. - Reich raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. - Okay, but watch me! I'll probably go, for now. - Ukraine said as she walked, moving away from the field of view. - Bye bye. - After which, TR closed the door. - And this aunt won’t come again? - The USSR asked the Reich, hoping to hear a positive answer. The third took a deep breath and exhaled. “Yes, he won’t come again...” he answered disappointedly. - Hurray! Then what are we going to do? - - Let's go watch cartoons? - The German suggested. - Yes, let's go! - The communist smiled and quickly ran into the living room, because the TV was there. *** Having turned on some cartoons on the TV, Reich thought that they were too kind and bright, so without looking at the screen for a long time, the German was about to leave. But he was stopped by the Union, who grabbed his sleeve. - Hey, watch cartoons with me! - Demanded the Scoop. - I’m not too young to watch this, go see it yourself. - Without turning back, said TR. - Well, look-and-and! - The kid still demanded. - And why am I listening to you? - Reich sighed. - Okay, I’ll watch your cartoons, so be it. - Exhaling, Reich went back and sat down on the sofa, and the mini-communist climbed down and sat on the carpet. *** While the USSR was watching the cartoon with interest, the Third was able to fall asleep, and soon began to snore. When Sovok noticed this, a malicious smile immediately appeared on his face. Somehow, the child found the markers. Did you really think that he would look for paper and draw on a piece of paper? No! An adult's face is much more interesting to paint. This little guy just wants to harm someone in order to amuse himself, because you can’t just watch TV! But, he knows better, and besides, the Italian mustache suited the Reich very well. The German was sleeping soundly and did not feel anything. But I already heard the quiet laughter of the child. - What's so funny? - Opening his sleepy eyes, the Third Reich asked a question. - Nothing, a funny moment in a cartoon. - The German simply nodded, falling back into sleep. The USSR watched cartoons a little more, but he got tired of it. Not knowing what to do with himself, and also in order not to wake up the German, he decided to go for a walk outside. Where children are not allowed to go on their own, otherwise who knows what kind of people there might be. There, on a street where all the local robbers, bandits, and even maniacs walk freely and are not afraid of the police. But did that stop the little one? Of course not! After all: The forbidden fruit is sweet.