USSR

it was about eight years ago.. a cold winter, the end of the war was near. I thought I couldn't handle it. I thought I'd perish right here.. I underestimated him. I kept thinking he'd come to his senses, he'd make the right decision. How wrong I was.. he's smart, cunning and ruthless. I saw evil in a man that can't compare with the devil. I looked straight into his eyes.. his eyes filled with blood and vengeance. I made a deal with him, it was my act that I still regret. Ever since. even after winning, I couldn't believe it. Here it is, Berlin. open and broken before me. and unload the flag over the Reichstag, I thought it was a dream.. I couldn't believe that it was over.. why? for what? for revenge!? But it's stupid! It's stupid to take revenge on someone who has done nothing bad and doesn't want to! On someone who was there all these years. and again silence, I haven't seen him since then.. and once again remembering everything that I went through, a tear accidentally rolls down my cheek. a sea of ​​​​blood and pain, the death of loved ones, betrayal and fear. it makes me tremble.. the blood in my veins freezes.. I see his silhouettes in my dreams. he is too smart, cunning, conceited and hateful to himself. it would seem nonsense, to love yourself so much and hate at the same time. but I saw him, the fire that burns in his eyes. I saw pain, fear, anger and hatred. it's all in one person. although it's hard for me to call him a person. Once I saw a headline in the newspaper about a robbery. someone robbed a bank in a row without leaving a single clue. I immediately understood who it could be.. •| - I thought he was dead. *erupted from my lips. So quietly, surprised and with a drop of fear. he is alive. undoubtedly, he was a genius. A perfection that couldn't be compared to anything in the world. But there was so much hatred in him, not even hell could have. His own malice should have torn him to pieces. But something keeps him in this world, makes him breathe, and hate everything around him. That evening, I ordered my men to block all entrances and exits. He might come for me. He's unpredictable.