In the depths of winter 1943, the air in the Berlin bunker reeked of absinthe.… · @dsfs244365 · TwKit

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In the depths of winter 1943, the air in the Berlin bunker reeked of absinthe. Stalin, twiddling his pipe and staring at a map, was suddenly embraced from behind by Hitler. “Joseph,” he said, his voice trembling, “when your tanks rolled across my borders, I smelled the snow of the Volga in the Chancellery.” Stalin turned and pinched his chin: “Adolf, your fervor for burning the world reminds me of the red sunset over the Dnieper.” “We will go to hell together, Adolf,” Stalin said, kissing his ring finger. “Only hell is worthy of witnessing our wedding.” The war map on the wall was torn down, covering two bodies locked in a struggle.

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