A Very Communist Love Story

Chapter Six

Khrushchev paces up and down, his head in his hands, trying desperately to come up with a plan to win Stalin back.

Suddenly, an idea strikes Nikita like a bolt of lightening. His eyes light up and immediately he digs out his phone and begins to make calls to various contacts in an attempt to pull it off. If this doesn't work nothing will!

Commchella is coming up rather soon in the city where all the 'dead' dictators live. It is a three day festival designed to be a communist version of coachella and is filled with all kinds of festivities - vodka, cabbage soup and of course the glorious Mao Zedong headlining. Mao had made a name for himself as a rapper in recent years and his hits were being blasted through the earphones of every communist in Venezuela.

The morning of the festival dawns bright and glorious and boys everywhere - including Stalin - wake up especially early to add one more layer of fake tan and to artfully position their flower crowns upon their heads.

Josef dons a pair of rainbow shorts and slathers himself in glitter in an attempt to make his muscles sparkle in the sunlight. Soon enough, he is ready to leave so he heads out into the already blazing day ready to have the time of his life.

Khruschev is immediately aware when his ex steps into the vicinity. Stalin seems to emit a golden glow - not dissimilar to the ones gods seem to have in all religious portraits. Khruschev has something meticulously planned and he is on edge all day - hoping, praying that it will be enough to earn Josef's forgiveness.

Slowly the burning sun dips lower and lower in the sky and dusk approaches - bringing with it the legendary Mao Zedong. Cheers ring out amongst the vast crowd and communists from all over the world dance together - forgetting previous disputes and are reunited from beyond the grave. It is a beautiful sight. Just as Mao launches in to 'Gucci Gang' the stage hand nods in Khruschev's direction and he takes a deep breath, it's time.

He dashes forward, grabs the mic and stumbles onto the stage. Blazing lights and a million pair of unfamiliar eyes meet him but he focuses only on one as the first few notes of the music play - the dreamy pools of Stalin.

"baby you look perfect.." Khruschev sings the last line of the horror that is the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran and the crowd launches into a tremendous applause.

He locks eyes with Stalin and in that moment the hundreds of other people in the vicinity simply fade away. He is fixed on his former lover, whose face is quite indecipherable. Then, it almost slow motion his luscious lips break into a grin and he blows Khrushchev a kiss. A huge weight is lifted is off Nikita's shoulders and his heart swells. There's hope.