That night, once the clock struck 12:00 Putin snuck out of his window carrying a bag.
He slid down to the floor and jumped on his old bicycle that he and Donald used to ride through the potato garden.
His heart hurt as he thought of Don, but he put that behind him and he started going on his mission.
He rode the bike on the road that he rode one earlier that day, but this time emptiness wasn't feeling up his gut, and Donald wasn't the only one on his mind.
When he saw the familiar barn coming ahead Putin sped faster and faster until he was right in front of it. He slowed down and threw his bike on the ground and snuck to the pen that he felt warmth in for the first time in week's.
The coop made him excited and he felt his heart jitter as he got near the hen that made his body feel shaky.
She was beautiful as ever and Putin wanted her.
But he wasn't going to take, for that is all Donald did and it is what screwed him up. Vlad didn't want to ruin the hen like Donald ruined him. He wanted to love it like Donald told him he couldn't.
He grabbed the beady eye chicken and cradles it softly. He pulled off the bag he was carrying and pulled out a blanket from inside.
He laid the blanket on the floor and pulled out a picnic basket, a radio, and a bottle of vodka.
"Я думал, что мы сможем узнать друг друга" ( i thought we could have a picnic) The chicken clucked and Putin took that as invitation as he poured two glasses full of vodka and poured birdseeds into the blanket for himself and a sandwich for the hen.
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Another short chapter. I've lost inspiration 😚😚😙
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