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Gorky Park. Moscow, Russia. November 25, 2034.
One of the few good things about being born and raised in Russia, is that you don't get cold easily. When winter comes, it comes early, often, and severely overstays its welcome. You learn to deal with the cold so that by the time you're a grown ass man, it doesn't bother you so very much. For Ivan "Vanya" Zakharov, this was the first time that he could remember feeling genuinly cold to the bone. He was 31 years old and spent most of his life in Russia, and now the chill finally decides to make his body its bitch. Although, it probably wasn't the oncoming Russian winter as much as the knowledge that he was about to die that chilled his flesh like a shit ton of snow.
How the fuck had it come to this? Vanya had to admit that he'd never paid much attention to Russian politics or politics in general. He'd always been too busy getting drunk, getting high, getting fucked or all 3 in that exact order. Then, when he'd been forced into the family business, he focused on advertising for the Zakharov business. His mother had insisted that Vanya be put in the advertising sector since it was the one place where he could cause the least amount of damage if the whole shlyukha incident, as his mother referred to it, hadn't convinced her son to clean up his foolish ways.
Luckily, Vanya seemed to lost the urge to drink and smoke and fuck after losing...Ani. Not a day went by that he didn't think about how he'd thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to him. He hadn't been mature enough or sober enough to truly appreciate what an amazing woman she had been. It was the happiest time of Vanya's life and he'd just let his parents and Toros take it from him. Although, he hadn't done a whole Hell of a lot to hold onto her. Abandoning her and then just following his parents to Vegas for the annulmate like their bitch.
"Of course, are you stupid? And thank you for making my last trip to America so fun." Those were the last words he had ever spoken to his ex wife in a druken stupor. She had looked at him with such hatred and he'd earned it. Vanya had taken away her Cinderella fantasy. He'd pretended that the marriage hadn't meant a damn thing to him, but that was just to appease his pissed parents. He'd loved Ani more than he cared to admit, but he'd chosen his parents money over love and discarded her like a cum rag. At least no one could say that karma hadn't come back for his ass.
It had started with the family being internationally sanctioned. It was no secret that Nikolai Zakharov was a big supporter of Russian President Vladimir Putin. The sanctions had hurt their business a bit, but Galina had encouraged everyone to push forward; so they did.
Then came the 2nd October Revolution, as the news called it. It turned out that the Communist Party of the Russian Federation had been planning an armed uprising for quite a few years after the war in Ukraine had ended in utter embarrassment for Putin. The army felt exceptionally betrayed by Putin's failure. Thus, when thousands of armed neo-Stalinsts had stormed the Kremlin, the army didn't put up too much of a fight. They'd taken power in 4 days; it had never been determined if Putin had offed himself or been killed when his bodyguards mutinied. It didn't matter, what did matter was that He was gone and that gave the Neo Stalinists the green light to begin slaughtering all of Putin's loyalists.
The Zakharovs had almost managed to escape, but as it turns out, the neo Stalinists had gotten to their associates who'd been left behind. Toros and Garnik had tried to flee and had been gunned down. Igor, wanting to keep his life, couldn't have sold them out fast enough. Vanya couldn't really blame him though. After finding out that Igor had stolen back Anora's wedding ring and given it to her, they'd gotten Igor deported back to Russia and basically forced him into slavery. Vanya would have done the same; no point in denying it now.
The family, along with over a hundred oligarchs/fanily members had brought to Gorky Park to be executed. The commie in charge had something about "removing the old order"; Vanya hadn't really cared enough to listen. His father was up first, Nikolai had sobbed like a bitch before the comrade in charge put a bullet in his head. His mother Galina, had way more balls than her husband. She was brought before the firing squad kicking and screaming cuss words. They finally stuck a sock into Galina's mouth so that they could read off her crimes and the sentence. When it was finally Vanya's turn to be put to death, his mind was thousands of miles away.
He remembered his wife clear as day: her smile, her touch, her eyes, her humor. That winter in America had been the best time of his life. Going to clubs, beasting on the Xbox One, going to Vegas, hanging out with Tom and Crystal. Vanya never heard from them again after returning to Russia; he could only hope that they were still having fun without him.
"Hi Mr. Billy...again we're smoking dope...In your candy shop..." Ivan sang to himself as a soldier marched up to him.
"What are you singing about, bourgeois pig? You know you're gonna die!" The soldier shouted as Ivan only smirked. These commies could have his blood, but not his tears.
"It's an old joke...you wouldn't get it." He replied with a chuckle as the soldier whipped out a Udav pistol and pointed it at Vanya's head.
"Прости меня, Анора." Vanya spoke as a single shot rang out and the man slumped to the ground; killed instantly as the other oligarchs before and after him.
Forgive me, Anora