PD Fun Fiction

A cold day in Moscow. Behind the Kremlin, in a dark alley, a bomb had gone off. The soviet authorities went there as fast they could. The police searched the remains. 40 bodies and another 70 people had been injured. In the explosion. Of course, SMERSH had to get involved too. The organization headed by Comrade Monke had to find out who was behind the bombing and get revenge on them. Monke drove there as fast as he could. He opened the car’s door, exited the driver’s seat, and closed the door. He walked up to the crime scene and saw the horror with his own eyes: Body parts and dead bodies with their legs and arms missing everywhere. Monke walked up to one of the police officers: -”Hello officer. Allow me to introduce myself. The name’s Monke, Comrade Monke. I have been authorized by the soviet government to carry out an investigation of the terrorist attack that had taken place earlier here.” -”Look. I know nothing, go ask one of the survivors that are being loaded on the ambulances.”...

It was night. As the moon started appearing, the seas were calming down from the storm. A small sailboat was sailing. Inside, the cabin was not very decorated or impressive: a small bed for one, a toilet and a very small kitchen. Next to the bed was a desk made of wood, and on it there were many electronic devices, including a laptop. In a smaller piece of furniture, there was a TV and a game console. Above the bed was a Christian icon of Jesus Christ, as the owner was a devout Christian. Next to the desk, hanging on the wall was a cage with a small domestic canary in it. What a beautiful creature of God! One wing was completely yellow, while the other was mostly black, as was its face. It was a male and his name was Lelos. But who did the sailboat and canary belong to? None other than the legendary anthropomorphic monkey and former SMERSH leader and soviet agent Comrade Monke. This sailboat was his new base of operations, 30+ years after the fall of the Soviet Union, Monke did not gi...

The moon appeared as the light transitioned into the night slowly. Another day had come to an end. It was cold in Soviet Russia. But despite the freezing temperatures, there was an odd peace around. The Red Army had just finished marching, and the soldiers were returning home. One of the soldiers, however, started walking towards a restaurant. It was called “Karl Marx’s,” in honor of the communist theorist and writer of the Communist Manifesto. It served some of the best borscht in Moscow. The soldier knocked three times and the doors opened. He walked to the kitchen and entered it. He pushed against the wall and it split in half, revealing a staircase and a dark environment. He wasn’t scared at all. He walked down the staircase as if he knew nothing bad would happen to him. He kept walking and walking, until he came across a large gate made of steel. A machine attached to the wall scanned him and the gate opened. He walked through it. Voices started being heard: -”We have invested h...