Come one guys it can't get more obvious. Clue: when the fine print was respected but the general pact was ignored
Tw: Mentions of the Third Reich, the Soviet Union, Invasion of Poland (Yeah now you know what it is), some (A LOT OF) historical inaccuracy
Third person pov: (yes yes ik but I'm using names!)
Songs I listened to:
https://youtu.be/khRJMiquAjA?si=aUi-SKwToaB9gsyA
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Two men sat in a room across from each other. One man hands the other a stack of papers.
"Why did you ask of our presence?" One asks in lightly Russian-accented English.
"Our- I mean, my Führer requests that you and your country sign this."
The Russian leafs through the paper, checking it.
"German-Soviet Non-Agression Pact, huh?"
"Yes. We need your help for the upcoming... conflict," the German man says. He is nervous, but he can't show it. His führer told him to be natural. Attract them.
The Russian gasps lightly, grabbing a hold of the paper and intensely scanning one clause.
"Что это? (What is this?)"
"Glad to see you read the fine print, Herr Molotov. (Mr. Molotov.)"
Molotov looks up at the man, mouth slightly agape. "Are you aware of the implications of such a statement? Did you not hear what those Brits said?"
The German man waves a hand dismissively. "Ah those Brits, they never did anything to us."
"Господин Риббентроп... (Mr. Ribbentrop...)"
"So, what is your answer?"
"Well Господин Риббентроп (Mr. Ribbentrop), I'm honoured, but I'm not sure if..."
Ribbentrop leans forward in anticipation. His Führer had made an offer the USSR couldn't refuse, he had told him. All Ribbentrop had to do was sit back and wait.
"Польша, (Poland,) you say?"
The German smiles politely. He doesn't know what the other man has said, but he hopes it was confirmation.
The Russian man sighs, this decision is too much for him. Comrade Stalin had told him to be his genuine self, because 'We need the Germans', but he felt that the fate of the world shouldn't be resting on an old man like himself.
In a split second, he makes a choice.
"Fifty-fifty?"
"Fifty-fifty."
"Alright."
"I knew you'd come around, Herr Molotov. (Mr. Molotov.)"
The Russian can't help but smile as he signs the pact, knowing this will seal their futures. The only thing he can do is pray it turns out well.
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ITS SO BADDDDDDDDDD
AND SHOOORRTT
IM SO SORRYYYYYYY
AHHHHHHAHDPFOAF
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One word writing prompts: SIL
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