USSR and Reich

The USSR and the Reich are sworn enemies. Most likely, this is due to the war and so on, but only they know whether this is fortunate or unfortunate. They have long since ceased to live in the world of the living, but in the world of the dead, or of exiled countries. There, everything is just like in the ordinary world. States study, work, get sick, and share moments of joy with loved ones. Well, the Reich and the USSR were no exception. Reich studied medicine and went to work as a traumatologist at one of the city's most prestigious hospitals. One day, he was sitting and signing some certificates and documents when suddenly there was a knock on his office door. He said in a loud, even voice, "Come in!" The door slowly opened, and what surprise, yet also rage and indignation, pierced the Reich when he saw the USSR before his eyes. He immediately stopped signing his documents, his body tensing. A deathly silence fell over the office, one that seemed cut with a knife. But soon this silence was broken by Fritz's sarcastic, yet angry, voice: "Oh-oh-oh!" the German drawled sarcastically. "So now you're lame! Well, tell me what happened!" But the Soviet man, after his children separated, retired into a well-deserved retirement. He worked quietly in the stables, teaching horseback riding and enjoying it himself. But one day, while riding a more rambunctious horse, it threw him off its back, and the fall resulted in a broken leg. Leaning on a cane, he entered the office and noticed Fritz. After a few seconds of silence, he turned and opened the door. A rough, clearly smoke-filled voice reached the man standing behind the door. "Can I see another traumatologist? Someone more qualified? This slob, I know his kind."