SMERSH

He woke up from his sleep. Another day in this cursed, disgusting cell. The door opened and the guard pointed his gun at him.


-”Move!”

-”Ok ok!”


He started walking, guards in front of him and behind him. It was a strange, enigmatic base. He climbed some stairs and walked some more. Suddenly, in the distance, He started noticing a big, red chair. A cute, slightly overweight white Persian cat was on it. Someone was stroking it. These however weren’t human hands. They looked almost as if they belonged to a primate.


He hadn’t seen him, yet he could feel it, it was him.


Suddenly the chair turned around. There he was…


-”Agent Croco, allow me to introduce myself… The name’s Monke, Comrade Monke, I am the leader of this fine organization.”

-”You call this a fine organization? This is a terrorist organization!”

-”Guess we’ll just agree to disagree, then…”


Born on September 19 of an unknown year, in an unknown country, Monke participated in the bolshevik revolution and was close friends with Felix Dzerzhinsky. An operative of the Cheka, he later fought in the Great Patriotic War on the side of the Soviets and he began rising through the ranks of SMERSH until he finally became its leader.


He was physically short, yet very intelligent. He also had a deep Christian faith, and always wore a golden head of Christ necklace. He enjoyed drinking, gambling and smoking.


He lit a cigar and started smoking it, blowing the smoke all over.


-”Take a seat, mister Croco”


He took a seat and started listening to him.


-”As you can see on those screens, our organization, SMERSH, is active all over the globe, having aided tons of revolutions and having planned dozens of operations against the western powers.”


He poured himself some vodka.


-”Vodka?

-”No thanks”

-”Mister Croco, I could have had you shot the moment I caught you sneaking into my base.”

-”And why didn’t you?”

-”Pretty hard to recruit a dead man don’t you think?”

-”You want to recruit me?”

-”Aye!”


Agent Croco laughed.


-”You must be joking! Why would I join you?”

-”You and I are not so different, mister Croco…”

-”I’m not like you… You’re a tyrant!”

-”Well… to each their own!”

-”Why would I ever join you, Monke? I’m a member of the British secret service, you’re the leader of SMERSH.”

-”Imagine what we could accomplish together… What we can create… A society without injustices, where the workers will enjoy the fruits of their labor.”


Suddenly, Agent Croco took out a pack of seemingly harmless cigars.


He lit one and threw it on the floor, which caused it to blow up!


Monke grabbed his cat and quickly ran to his apartments. He sealed the door. Agent Croco grabbed a gun from one of the guards and shot the guard.


He killed several more of them before stealing a car and managing to escape.


The guards attempted to capture him, but Monke intervened.


-”Let him go… Sooner or later, he will join us…”


Convinced and sure that agent Croco would one day join him, Monke went to his apartments with his cat, awaiting the return of his archenemy…


The end.


(Agent Croco character by Saintrider)