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THE MAN IN THE HAZMAT SUIT
"Russia, Russia of course little man." He replied, standing in an odd sort of power pose whilst he surveyed the room. Feet apart the same width of his shoulders, and hands on his hips. "It's a cold, hard place to live. Government hear you say something against them, even nowadays, you just disappear. The USSR's secret police never really disappeared, they're just run by capitalists now." Haz shrugged and with a slight grunt reached down for his suitcase and threw it on the bed. "People get stabbed, killed, hookers are overdosed and sold as slaves in human trafficking rings, teenagers jump off buildings, and babushka's make vodka out of spare potatoes. If I'm honest, if you're not rich in Russia, who'd want to live there?" Hazmat laughed. "It's shit. Back in the USSR days, it was good, the golden age. Stalin and Lenin - they were the real men of the people." He nodded decisively. Looking down upon Francis his head tilted. "Where are you from, eh?"
"Russia, Russia of course little man." He replied, standing in an odd sort of power pose whilst he surveyed the room. Feet apart the same width of his shoulders, and hands on his hips. "It's a cold, hard place to live. Government hear you say something against them, even nowadays, you just disappear. The USSR's secret police never really disappeared, they're just run by capitalists now." Haz shrugged and with a slight grunt reached down for his suitcase and threw it on the bed. "People get stabbed, killed, hookers are overdosed and sold as slaves in human trafficking rings, teenagers jump off buildings, and babushka's make vodka out of spare potatoes. If I'm honest, if you're not rich in Russia, who'd want to live there?" Hazmat laughed. "It's shit. Back in the USSR days, it was good, the golden age. Stalin and Lenin - they were the real men of the people." He nodded decisively. Looking down upon Francis his head tilted. "Where are you from, eh?"
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