The Face of Death
Comrade Monke entered the room. It was full of mannequins and women. They were all so beautiful! Monke made his way down the stairs and found Maria. She was the only other survivor of Ilya Ivanov’s experiment to create a monkey soviet superwarrior. Monke approached her from behind. -Guess who?! Maria turned around and she saw him, dressed in a nice Hawaiian shirt and jeans. -Comrade! They hugged and then walked towards the mirror. -Look at you, so beautiful! Said Monke. Then they entered the building: A bunch of men dressed in black suits and black sunglasses. They were armed with shotguns and uzis. The men walked downstairs and found them. She screamed in fear. -Who are you? Asked Monke. -Them that you’re gonna have to pay, if you don’t want your girlfriend’s face to look like she got into a fight with the local butcher! Monke was about to reach for his gun, a Nagant M1895 revolver, when one of them fired a shot towards the ceiling. Maria then started crying. -Where’s our money lady?...