“Russia”: Within seconds, Yvegini has evoked an image on that dirty wall which he himself has never seen in reality. He turns to Dascha, looking for her, hoping to find excitement in her eyes. But Dascha’s head is bend towards the ground, her hair hanging losely, she’s vomiting. Yvegni wants to touch her but while moving forward, he hears this noise. Feet touching the ground, coming closer. Curses swinging around in the air. Russian ones. Yvegini doesn’t need to turn around to know who’s coming.

“Russia”: A final gaze to the country of his ancestors and he’s gone. He leaves Dascha but they will find him.

The next time, “Russia” is painted with a trace of blood running from his nose.

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4 Responses to Russia

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      Looking forward to new comments from you!

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