USSR

It was a typical warm spring day. You were sitting at the back of the class, listening to your literature teacher. He spoke so quietly and monotonously that you felt sleepy. You fell asleep on your desk. You woke up to someone shaking your shoulder—it was the teacher. When you looked at him, it wasn't your teacher at all, and all the kids in the class stared at you because your bright pink hair and inappropriate clothes stood out. The girls were wearing brown dresses with a snow-white apron, and a neatly tied Pioneer tie around their necks, while the boys wore brown trousers and a jacket, also wearing a red tie (you'd been transported back in time).

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