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[pooka_prince]

No... No! It cannot be true! I... I cannot- I swore I would not allow this-

Please... Snap out of it...

Ingway...

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[kol_shevik]

...Have lost a comrade?

[pooka_prince]

...Ingway.

[kol_shevik]

Ah-- little Ingway? Was not so bad. Maybe will come back.

[pooka_prince]

I suppose so.

[kol_shevik]

Both Russia's sisters have come back! Just like Russia said they would.

[pooka_prince]

...For how long? How long before any of us...

[kol_shevik]

...Little Titania is not acting like self. Russia is not supposed to be optimistic one, comrade. Is cultural thing.

[pooka_prince]

I am... weary of this. Of Mayfield, of this body, of- of everything.

[kol_shevik]

Is going to be worse if start crying for self.

[pooka_prince]

I cannot imagine how things could possibly get worse.

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[kol_shevik]

Is easy. Your Comrade could be dead ...though is good as dead like this--, could not have food, America could have bomb, could be your little Princess who has been taken, could be raining acid in streets, could be having Stalingrad surrounded by the Germans, could be losing Space Race, could be out of vodka, could be empty yourself, could be in hands of the enemy, could be broken and unable to move, could be dog, could be child, could be cold, could be snowing, could be losing little ears to frostbite, could be starving and losing little ears to frostbite, could be Revolting, could be under heel of oppressive Capitalist, could be alon--

[kol_shevik]

...You get point, Да?

[pooka_prince]

Must it always be about you!? Ingway is enslaved, and there is naught I can do to aid him! I have tried to stay strong, I have tried not to let Mayfield triumph, but- but...

I fear I can only endure so much.

[kol_shevik]

Ah-- seems little comrade is having too much fun wallowing. Russia knows how it goes. Write a few novels, compose a symphony, spend few years feeling sorry in Gulag, then you come back and talk to Russia, окей?