Stories written by Oleksii Dubrov
It all began the day before the baptism of Rus’ several hundred years ago, when the last self-proclaimed Cimmerian, on his 999th birthday had a coming-out and decided to be a Russian…
Noah’s arm was fiercely shaking as he tried to raise the wooden mug of beer to his mouth…
“USSR? Russian? Mein Freund!” With these words, Hans kissed the frightened Belarusian three times on both cheeks, ending with a celebratory “Heil Hitler!”…
On that day, the sound of exploding shells whistling as they crashed into the center of Moscow woke me up…
Since the time when Total Fairness was established in Europe, Abraham had never again seen the sun on the streets of Paris…
One icy December night the devil landed in St. Petersburg, the capital of the Russian Empire…
“I told you from the very beginning it was a bad idea to come to this mudhole…”
