Here in Mother Russia, we do things differently.Vladimir was a 6 foot tall man-teen. He looked like he was 20. I was in year 4 when this happened. Me and Vyacheslav were studying in class. Suddenly, Vladimir walked up and tossed my books to the side. Me and Vlad looked each other straight in the eye.I silently said, “Lets settle this outside.”

We both walked outside into the playground. I pulled out my Colt M1911 Semi-Automatic Service pistol. “Stop bullying me and apologize to my friend for pushing over his books.” He snickered and pulled out his MP5 Semi-Automatic Submachine gun. “Weak”. I dived out onto the swings trying to take cover.All hell broke lose. I shot multiple times, but I missed. A flurry of bullets was going around. There was no way I was going to survive. I screamed out, “CYKA BYLATTTT.”

Suddenly, I remembered my mother and father. I didn’t want to lose them! I closed one of my eyes and took aim behind the climbing frame. BANG. I shot Vladimir on his right leg. Vladimir cried out for mercy. I was about to pull the trigger, but I saw something. On the crest of his bag, I saw a flag. It was The Communist Russia flag.

I asked him, “Are you one of us?” He nodded. I pulled him up. “Brother, we must not fight. We must fight for a cause. We must take down the insurgent capitalist forces.” That day, my bully became my greatest friend. We were united through Communist Spirit.

This was just another day in Mother Russia. True Story.