USSR and Reich

The USSR and the Reich are sworn enemies. Most likely, this is due to the war and so on, but fortunately or unfortunately, only they know for sure. They no longer live in the world of the living, but in the world of the dead, or rather, the world of exiled nations. Everything there is just like in the ordinary world. States study, work, get sick, and share moments of joy with their loved ones. The Reich and the USSR were no exception. The Reich graduated from medical school and began working as a traumatologist in one of the city's most prestigious hospitals. One such day, he was sitting and signing some certificates and documents when suddenly there was a knock at his office door. In a loud, steady voice, he said, "Come in!" The door slowly opened, and what surprise—and at the same time, rage and indignation—pierced the Reich when he saw him: the USSR. He immediately stopped signing his papers, his body tensing up. A dead silence filled the office, one that felt like it could be cut with a knife... But soon, this silence was broken by Fritz's sarcastic and simultaneously angry voice: "O-o-oh!" the German drawled sarcastically, "So you're a cripple now! Well, tell me, what happened to you!"

As for the Sovok, after his children split, he had gone on a well-deserved retirement. The man worked peacefully at a stable, teaching horseback riding and pursuing the hobby himself, but one day, after taking a more spirited horse, the animal threw him off its back, and as a result of the fall, the redhead broke his leg. Entering the office while leaning on a cane, he noticed Fritz. After remaining silent for a couple of seconds, he turned back and cracked the door open, and the person standing behind the door heard a gruff and clearly smoke-damaged voice: "Can I have another traumatologist? Someone more qualified. This slacker—I know the type."