small USSR

Scoop ran to the German, and then began to shake Reich by his clothes to wake him up. - Wake up! Come on, get up! - The mini-communist spoke to the Nazi louder than usual. “What is it?” Reich responded lazily, rubbing his eyes. - I want to go for a walk! - Scoop pointed his finger at the street outside the window. - Yes? I also want a lot of things... - TR said sleepily. - Oh please! I won't leave you like that! - The Union demanded with even greater insistence. “Okay,” Reich gave in, sighing heavily, “let’s go for a walk.” - Reich got up from the sofa and went to look for winter clothes for the Union. *** In about 16 minutes. The German returned to the USSR with winter clothes and dressed the boy in what he found. Afterwards, the Reich himself put on his clothes. They went out into the street, where there were quite deep snowdrifts, especially deep for the Union. But the snow on the roads was cleared, so people walked calmly on the sidewalk. - Crap! Where is there so much snow?! Fuck! And also to remove this snow, I hate this kind of winter... - Taking an even deeper breath so as not to scream in anger, the German went to the backyard to get a shovel to remove this damned snow. Although the Third loved winter because of its coldness, snow for him was like water for a cat. Meanwhile, the little one was digging in the snow, since the Reich did not even allow him to leave the yard of the house. Union also liked this weather, but unlike his friend, he simply adores snow. True, it’s a little difficult to move through such large snowdrifts. Reich brought a shovel and began clearing the snow near the house. The Union was playing in the snow, but stopped, he noticed someone. USSR frowned, the face seemed familiar, but he did not remember meeting him before. The mini-communist cautiously ran up to the stranger. The stranger was a tall guy, about ninety meters. He was wearing a dark beige winter coat. The collar of this coat was short, so that you could see the collar of his white sweater. The guy was also wearing black trousers, which the Union had already begun to tug at, and on his feet were the same black winter boots. On the guy’s head was a hat with earflaps, from under which strands of his blond hair peeked out. - Father?! It can't be you! - The guy looked down in surprise, tilting his head towards the boy. - Reich, what kind of jokes?! - Turning his head, the first person he saw was a German, so he happily placed all the blame on him. “Father?” The Council looked at the guy with the same surprise. - Uncle, what are you doing? Who are you? - Russia remained silent, apparently pondering what was happening. - This is your father! - Without turning around, the German shouted and imperceptibly rolled his eyes, continuing his simple work. The Russian turned his astonished gaze from the calm Reich to the small Union. Gears began to rustle in his head and thoughts began to come to mind on their own. They did something to his father, because it’s definitely him, just a small version of him. And the father himself suddenly disappeared somewhere. It seems that the Reich called them, but... Russia does not answer the calls of evil, fanged Nazis. He examined the boy in front of him again. -You don’t remember me at all? - Russia carefully began the conversation, looking up at the sky. From the outside it may seem as if he has taken his signature pose. Some scraps of memories began to suddenly emerge in the boy’s head. The stupid veil of the child's mind suddenly disappeared. It seems that he is now able to speak more competently and clearly than before. Scoop raised his head and grabbed his son by the coat. - Listen! Listen to me, well listen! I don't know who you are, but I think I've seen you before! - He said quickly. - Come with me? - Russia looked down at him in surprise. - Where? Who are you with anyway? - Having accepted the fact that the childish mind of his unfortunate father had already eclipsed a good half of his middle years, he sighed heavily, and then repeated. -Who is watching you? - For some reason, the thought appeared in his head that the Reich was following him, but he hoped that this was not the case. - Reich. He... There now, let's go! - No, the idea was confirmed. He's with a German. The kid desperately, not wanting to wait any longer for an answer, pulled at Russia's coat, almost tearing off a button. The guy had no choice but to follow the boy, although even with a strong desire he would not have gone near the Third. They walked quickly, stumbling over ice floes and unevenly fallen snow, and sometimes falling into holes not trampled by passers-by. The sun was shining outside, there was a frosty freshness, and Russia kept thinking that the things he was in such a hurry to do had successfully disappeared. Somewhere in the heart, no, even in the soul, the little guy in the red horns of the devil shouted: “We have successfully screwed everything up, Russia!” He had already let it go, because after all, his father’s problem was much more complicated than his own. “Damn Reich,” Russia thought then, “Surely it’s all his fault. If he hadn’t been my father’s friend, I would have punched him in the face long ago!” Although Russia was most often reserved, when it came to his relatives or mockery of the weak, the blood in the guy’s body began to boil with incredible force, producing adrenaline, and allowing him to become increasingly angry at such scum. But still his anger was wrong scary, like my father's. Here everything was rather mixed with irritation and the desire to hit him as quickly as possible. However, as Russia knew, the Reich could do something mean, but it would not lead to violence, so getting too angry was not the best option. After a couple of falls into a snowdrift by the little red body, they finally reached the man. Reich looked at the boy angrily, not even noticing Russia at first. - Damn you, Union, where have you been?! I’ve already managed to clear the snow 4 times... - Reich looked at the boy’s smiling face. The gaze was looking at Reich, but the sleeve was fiddling with someone’s coat. Reich put a risky smile on his face. “Oh, so we have guests,” the German said, extending the vowel “i.” Russia just tsked and glanced sideways, first at Reich, and then at his father. - So, listen here, what have you done to my father?! Yes, he has a mind like a six-year-old child who goes to kindergarten. - Russia began fiercely. He never liked the Reich, he had too much of a nasty nature. Reich made his smile more bloodthirsty. There was no malice in his eyes, but there was definitely mockery. Russia simply could not be wrong. - Why are you so wound up, Mein lieber? You're not even sure if I did this to him, considering I don't even know what happened. Russia, how about we discuss everything over a cup of tea or maybe you prefer coffee? - Reich smiled less bloodthirsty. He also didn’t like the little one’s “reincarnation.” *** After a short amount of time, mostly killed by the Union’s persuasion of his son to go to the Nazi’s house and discuss everything properly. Still, they finally entered the house. It’s always nice to thaw out after a frosty winter, so Russia thought as he entered a warm room. The coat was slightly frozen, the cheeks turned red from sudden temperature changes, and the house smelled pleasantly of gingerbread, which involuntarily, but pleased Russia. Reich offered to sit down. A conversation is about to begin that will change paths.