PD Fun Fiction

London, post-war period, Cold War. The night had been difficult for Agent Croco. The smoking and drinking were killing him, yet he, for some reason, couldn’t stop them. He put out the last cigarette of the package, and, feeling like he would pass out, picked up the phone and tried to call for help, but fell down before he could. Later, the door opened and he was found by the secretary of the Chief of MI6. He was taken unconscious to the office, where he woke up. The Chief was angry: -”CROCO! How many times have I told you to quit drinking and smoking?” -”Can you not shout sir? MY HEAD HURTS!” -”You dare raise your voice while you’re in this mess?” -”Ok let’s calm down for a minute… what mess?” -“You don’t know?” -”Oh you’re talking about my slight accident?” -”This isn’t an accident! It’s entirely your fault Croco!” -”If we assume it’s my fault… What do you propose we do?” -”Immediate rehabilitation! You will be locked inside a rehab clinic and will not come out of there until you’re ...

Flowers, a sunrise... What a beautiful day exists beyond the window! Suddenly however, it broke. A man burst through it. The pieces of glass went deep inside him, making him bleed. Suddenly, a deep, terrifying voice was heard: -”Where is he?” The man wasn’t answering, so he kicked him in the face. -”I won’t be so polite next time!” -”Ath- Athe- Athens!” And so he went to Athens. Same story. The man he was interrogating wasn’t answering. Then He pulled out a gun and aimed it at him. The man got scared. And that same deep voice was heard: -”WHERE IS HE?” -”Ask… her.” -”What’s her name?” -”Konstantina!” And so he went to Konstantina: -”Where is he?” -”Volgograd! Now, please, don’t hurt me!” -”Volgograd it is, then.” Agent Croco, the anthropomorphic Crocodile and Britain’s best agent, hid his gun and immediately traveled back to London. He entered the headquarters of MI6 and spoke to the “chief:” -”Chief, I gotta speak to you.” -”What is it? I was just about to sit down, relax and drink s...

1960’s, Soviet Union. The man was walking towards the dark room, and, after being frisked, was allowed entrance. The door opened seemingly by itself, as if the room was haunted by supernatural forces. The man sat down in a chair and started talking, as if he was confessing to a priest: -”18 years ago, we secretly travelled to the Soviet Union, seeking a better life. Me, my baby daughter, and my late wife. I raised my daughter the Russian way. I taught her to keep her honor. But she… went and found a boyfriend. He was a former Red Army soldier. Ever since, she always returned late to my home, but I didn't complain… Few days ago, she returned home with a damaged eye and a broken arm. I asked her what had happened. She told me her boyfriend tried to seduce her but she refused, so he beat her… like an animal. I went to the police and reported the crime. But the judge, what a fool, he let the bastard go… Now he’s walking free on the streets while my daughter suffers in the hospital. Th...