From Russia with Love!

He entered the room, only to find his two friends dead. They had been shot in the face. Then he saw him, emerging from the shadows. Short, but terrifying. A primate. He picked up a bat and tried to hit him but the primate dodged.


The creature disarmed him, and shot him in the legs.


-”No! Please… don’t kill me…”


-”As long as you answer my questions, I won't.”


-”What… do you want to know?”


-”Where is he?”


-”Who?”


The creature got angry, so he kicked him in the face.


-”I won’t be so polite next time!”


-”USA… he’s in the United States.”


-”Good! Where exactly?”


-”Hawaii… bar “Pigasus.” Look, that's all I know. Now, please… don’t hurt me…”


-”Good. Congrats! Your right to life has been renewed!”


He said this and then he took out a pack of cigars, lighting one and smoking it. Once he had finished it, he threw it on the man and then called an ambulance for him, before leaving, silently, without anyone, not even the man himself, noticing.


His name was Comrade Monke. Codename 0P. He was the Communist World’s most feared weapon. Their luckiest card. Their best chance at world revolution. Monke was the result of an experiment by Ilya Ivanov to create a monkey superwarrior. His abilities included being ageless, super strength, and more.


In addition to that, he had been given an alien device. A weird discovery by the USSR: A time-travel device. Worn like a watch around his wrist, Monke used it to go on time-traveling adventures.


Despite his ideology and his job, which was to kill enemies of the revolution, Monke also had another aspect to him: A deep Christian faith. He always carried an icon of Christ with him, which he claimed protected him from anything bad happening to him.

He didn’t believe his faith and communist ideology to be contradictory. Rather, he saw them as complementary to each other. Monke had also been awarded a “Hero of the Soviet Union” honour for his many extraordinary feats.


Monke wasted no time: He booked a flight to Hawaii and, once he arrived, took a cab to the bar “Pigasus.” And what a bar it was… full of scum and villainy. A hive of evil. Every thug, every murderer, every stealer went there to forget about the evil they had committed by drinking and drinking until they passed out.


Monke entered and saw him, just seating there. His contract was soon to be completed…


Monke pulled out his Makarov pistol and shot at him. However he missed him and chaos ensued.


Monke quickly escaped the bar, and hijacked a car. He drove down the road but cars of his target followed him. Monke drove fast but so did they. He eventually spotted an alley. He jumped out of the car, and hid in the alley, while the other cars continued to follow the now driverless vehicle.


He spotted a hotel and went there. He booked a room and slept. The next morning he was woken up by a phone call by the “Chief:”


-”Monke! Stop sleeping and listen to me: Your target is preparing an assault on your hotel you have to g-”


-”Hello? Hello!”


The line had been cut off! The assault has already begun!


Monke quickly got dressed. He put on his suit and fedora and picked up his gun. Some guys burst in but Monke shot them. The balcony door, which was mostly made of glass, broke behind him, and a man grabbed him from behind.


Monke kicked him back and shot him.


Comrade Monke quickly ran to the rooftop, hoping to scream and attract some help from the American police.


But it was on the rooftop that he waited for him: His target was there.


-”Comrade Monke… We meet again at last…”


-”You aren’t surviving this, Camonte.”


Camonte started shooting at him with his Tommy gun. Monke tried to shoot back at him but he had run out of bullets! Camonte continued firing at him but Monke kept dodging every shot. He eventually hid behind a small wall.


-”Come out Monke! Come on, you're not surviving this. Might as well make your death a quick one.”


Monke jumped on Tony Camonte before he could fire at him. Monke disarmed him and started punching him, until Camonte stopped moving.


-”From the motherland, with love!”


Monke got up and picked up his Makarov pistol. In the meantime the police had arrived and shot down Camonte’s goons.


Monke however, was arrested for killing Camonte!


A few days later, and when he was about to be executed after he had been sentenced to death, they opened Monke’s cell… only to find it empty.


Monke had left a note behind:


“FROM RUSSIA…


WITH LOVE!”


Monke returned to the USSR, where he was awarded various medals for successfully killing Camonte.


And so Monke returned to his dacha. He entered it, kissed his domestic canary goodnight, and fell asleep, awaiting his next mission…


The end of Tony Camonte, but Comrade Monke will return!