The former communist sits alone in a darkened room, pulling at his duvet so that none of his skin is exposed to the icy air. His gaze wanders to the outdoors. Dusk is falling but the remnants of daylight linger on, a bittersweet reminder of the echoes of laughter that once rang out from the beach and the smell of that sickly sweet candyfloss sold on the pier . Of course, all that is no more. All that remains is hints of sunshine slipping behind the looming mountains - suggesting all that is bright will one day be vanquished by jagged ridges which rise ominously above all else.
Josef Stalin sighs.
Like the sunshine, his happiness too has dissipated. Every since that soul shattering discovery that his sweet, his beloved Khrushchev had been sending nudes to another man his world has faded, the laughter died away.
He feels as if he has fallen into disrepair. He's just another broken part - thrown away and disregarded in the far corner of some attic with the dusty relics of another lifetime.
However much he retreats into his own thoughts he can't understand what would compel his boyfriend to do such a thing. He'd thought he was good enough, he thought Nikita needed love.
Stalin had stuck by him, for all of their albeit short relationship, but all of a sudden he was gone, a mere whisper in the wind.
Stalin felt the only way forward was to confront the situation- he couldn't keep running from his problems so, slowly, cautiously he lifted his aching limbs and slipped out of the door.
He raps on the door of the one who betrayed him and is met with the sight of a rather disheveled Nikita Khrushchev. At the sight of Stalin Nikita bursts into tears and drops to his knees begging Stalin to forgive him.
"I'll do anything!" he weeps but Stalin continues to regard him with an impassive stare.
"I can't believe you sent dickity picitys to another boy!" he spits prompting a fresh waterfall to pour out of Khrushchev's eyes. "I promise it didn't mean anything!" the younger communist's eyes words are garbled - almost incoherent. "I was drunk! I'll never do it again!" he tries but Stalin merely shoots him a glare of utter contempt. "Yeah right" he says coldly "Goodbye Nikita."
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A Very Communist Love Story
FanfictionEver wondered what the real Stalin was like? Well now you can discover the man behind the mass killings and ruthlessness. Did you really think he was dead? Well bitch, think again!
