Ivan Droshchin stood guard at the massive doors to a great cottage, which lay on the outskirts of Kuntsevo, just outside of Moscow, on the banks of the Setun river. It was 5 am March 1st. The doors of the block building opened to reveal the gay sounds of the guests as they merrily made their way home from the dinner party the night before. Ivan saluted as the senior party member gave a big parting wave of goodbye belching midway through it causing the guests as well as himself to guffaw loudly. He shook his head before closing the door swiftly behind him.
Ivan liked his job. He’d worked hard to land this job, and he like most others worshipped the head of the Communist Party. He glanced at the other guard on duty, it would be a long day, and from the looks of it the leader would sleep for most of it. Fortunately his shift was almost over. He only worked nights. Ivan checked his watch as he shivered, it was -8 Celsius this morning. “Maybe it will warm up” he thought to himself. Indeed one of the greatest thaws the world had ever known was about to happen.
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