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Fane Pavlov and Akim Sidorenko, 1950.

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While Love Is A War

     Akim took a breath.

     He had promised Fane that he'd meet him at Sokolniki park, as always.

      But, Fane had been late--that wasn't like him.

       Akim decided that he'd go to see Fane at his apartment.

      Once he reached Fane's apartment, he knocked on the door.

       Fane opened it, letting him in.

       Fane gulped turning to Akim. "You shouldn't be here!"

       "Why not?" Akim questioned.

       "They've found me," Fane simply said.

         "Who?"

       That question wasn't answered--well at least not by verbally.

        There came pounding from the otherside of the apartment door.

        "You need to hide," Fane said.

         There had been some protest from Akim, but in the end, he still hid.

           Just in time too.

          The door burst open and a man shot Fane in the head.

           Fane collapsed to the ground right away--bleeding out.

           The man spit on Fane, turning back toward the door.

          Akim slunk out of his hiding spot and place a bouquet of flowers, that he had picked for Fane, on Fane's chest.

        Akim glanced toward the man who had been walking toward the door.

          Rage filt Akim.

          Suddenly, he pulled out his pocket knife and launched forward.

          Akim left a deep stab wound in the man's neck.

         He slipped the knife back into his pocket.

          Then Akim's eyes grew wide--it only just now registered to him of what he had done….he had killed someone.

         His mouth began to grow dry. He ran out the door and found himself on a nearby bench.

          Then, Akim just cried.

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Sokolniki

Something Akim did often was go to Sokolniki park.

        He just found it relaxing to do so.

       Akim found it as a way to get away from the city.

        He took a seat on a bench.

        There was already a boy about just a little older than him on in.

         The boy looked at Akim. "Dobroye utro."

           "Privet." Akim slightly smiled.

          "I'm Fane Pavlov," the boy greeted, putting out his hand.

            Akim shook Fane's hand. "Akim Sidorenko."

            -

          The spend moments more of briefly talking.

         Fane blurted out, "I wanna live to the year 2000."

       Akim glanced back toward the other boy.

        Fane sighed. "I know it sounds weird, but, I really wanna live to the year 2000...that is if the world hasn't ended by then."

         "Fair enough."

         "What's something about you, pretty boy?" Fane asked, curious.

          Akim sighed before saying, "Since I was young, I've wanted to be a pilot...or at least fly a plane once...just once in my lifetime."

        Akim gazed down to pocket watch. "I must be going," he said, getting up.

         Fane called, "Can I meet you here tomorrow?"

          There was a long bout of silence on Akim's part. Then Akim smiled saying, "Da--a quarter past ten."