Everyone changes

Chapter 29

Third Reich's view:

He turns on the TV and switches to a German channel. "German channels also work on the television.", he informs me. The TV upstairs only had Russian channels. Where is Soviet house actually located? Most likely in the country of his son Russia.

I still want to find out what Soviet is trying to hide from me. It must be important. "Reich we're going to the cinema in an hour, if there's anything else you want to do, do it now.", Soviet Union tears me out of my thoughts. I think for a moment before answering: "I'd like to take a shower and change my clothes."

I don't like to take a shower very much now, but at least I can calm down a bit because of the heat and the water. Soviet says: "Good idea, I'll help you with the clothes." "Thank you!", I thank him with a smile. He turns the TV down and we go upstairs to his bedroom.

He takes a light blue sweater with pockets and a little too much loose fabric around the head hole. "How about this hoodie?", he suggests. What is a hoodie? I tell him: "I don't know, it's a good color, but I think it looks a bit strange." Soviet approaches me and says: "Try it once." I'm about to put it on when he holds it over me.

I know immediately what he wants. I'm not a kid anymore and I want to tell him, on the other hand I don't want to seem rude. I stretch my arms up, but my injured arm hurts a lot. Why does it have to hurt all the time? I've gotten used to the pain, but it's particularly bad here.

I still hold my arms in the air. He slowly pulls the so called hoodie over me. After I put it on, Soviet takes that off my hoodie at the back of my head and puts it over my head. "It has a hood that you can pull on if you're scared.", he informs me. I nod.

He giggles: "It's a bit too big for you." "It's my fault you're a giant?", I joked. He giggles some more at it and slowly takes the hoodie off of me again. Then he looks at my back and says: "I'll take care of your wings now." Then he takes another shirt and pulls it over me.

He takes a strange black pen and draws something on the shirt. He says: "I'll get something for your wounds so that they don't hurt when you shower." He disappears briefly and attaches something clear to my arm where the gunshot wound is. Then he wraps my wings in it too. "This is plastic today and it will protect your wings and your wounds from coming into contact with water.", he informs me.

Really interesting. Then we choose a pair of pants for me. I take a shower and get dressed. I go down to Soviet Union and who is very happy about it. Shortly afterwards he puts on a jacket. He takes some money and his house key with him before we go outside. Soviet locks his front door.

I put on the hood because it's still light and I'm not sure. Russia has said that almost the whole world wants me dead, so I better hide a little. I walk a few steps behind Soviet on the other side of the path. Soviet is on my left across the street. I look up at him a bit. He looks really happy. Is there really no danger?

We go through the forest to a village. Few people are around and I try to hide as best I can. A few minutes later we stand in front of a building that translates as cinema at the top. We are right here! I see some films that are presented with posters outside. We're going inside. I would have liked to see the posters up close.

"Привет, Мишка! Как у тебя дела? (Hello Mishka! How are you?)", shouts Soviet happily and goes to the one behind the counter. The person at the counter happily shakes his hand and greets Soviet Union with: "Привет СССР! У меня все хорошо. Рад тебя снова видеть. Как у тебя дела? (Hello USSR! I'm fine. Nice to see you again see how are you?)"

"Fантастика! (Fantastic!)", exclaims Soviet. Both seem to be good friends. Soviet introduces: "Разрешите представить вас, это Райх, у меня с ним свидание. (May I introduce, this is Reich, I have a date with him.)" "Soviet, this is not a date!", I make it clear to him . "I don't mean an date, we're just hanging out as friends.", he contradicts.

I smile at that. "Seems more like a date to me though.", laughs Mischka, who is standing behind the counter. You can hear his accent very well.

Soviet Union asks: "I would like to see a film with Reich, could you recommend one for us?" The man thinks for a moment before giving Soviet a card with all the films for the next few weeks. "I can't really recommend anything that stands out today.", says Mishka as he hands Soviet the card.

I go to him. As is typical for me, I am immediately fascinated by the animated films. I love animations! For me there is simply nothing better than animation. Ever since I saw an animated film in the cinema for the first time, I wanted to animate myself.

Soviet Union looks through everything with me. Soviet doesn't want to choose a movie, he lets me watch everything, so it's probably my job to find a movie that's coming out soon. Suddenly I see something. A face that hits me like lightning and I don't mean that in a positive way.

I quickly look away, but it's already too late. My whole body starts to tremble and I cling to Soviet. A horrible scene is playing out before my eyes. Everything is on fire, people running away in their panic. Due to the heat, some get stuck in the tar and can't get out. People on fire. Airplanes can be heard from all sides. Endless explosions can be heard.

Then this face appears in front of me, he's laughing, he's laughing at the suffering of these innocent people. This monster! "Reich, everything alright?", I hear Soviet, who pulls me out of there. "I think so.". I answer uncertainly. Soviet took me in his arms and I clawed deep into his clothes. I let him go, but still feeling unsure, I snuggle into his chest.

Soviet Union rubs my back with its large and protective hands. Luckily I have him with me. "Nothing will happen to you Reich. I am with you and no one will ever get me away from you. You are safe.", Soviet whispers to me. I'm slowly getting better, but only slowly.

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- 1138 words

- Original: 10/6/2021

- Translation: 5/21/2023