Stalin and the embezzler: meeting in a Moscow bar

Dust. It was what covered every surface in Moscow in 2025, a tangible reminder of the past and the future. The city that had undergone so many transformations was now the scene of new contradictions. Under the cold autumn sky, the capital seemed at once majestic and gloomy, like its history.

In the center of Moscow, not far from Red Square, where the familiar silhouette of the Spasskaya Tower still towered, one of the famous bars was located - Moscow on the moveHere, in the semi-darkness and sounds of jazz, those who sought oblivion or inspiration gathered. That evening, the bar became a meeting place for two completely different people.

The official whose name had appeared so often in corruption news sat at a distant table, pondering his schemes. His gray suit and forced smile betrayed a man accustomed to deception. He studied his papers, trying to hide his anxiety. His thoughts were far from the beautiful Moscow landscapes and focused on how to keep his dark dealings secret.

Suddenly the door of the bar opened and in walked a man whose appearance in this place seemed impossible - Joseph Stalin. His figure, outlined by the light, seemed unreal, as if he had stepped out of an old photograph. The dictator's gaze was piercing, as if he saw through everything. Having glanced around the room, he headed towards the official.

The square in front of the bar, where people were milling about, remained outside their attention. Two men, representing Russia's past and present, met each other's eyes. The official, feeling awkward, tried to stand up, but Stalin stopped him with a gesture.

"Sit down, comrade," Stalin said in a voice that was steely. "I have heard of your deeds. I wonder how you are running the country at a time when it needs honesty and justice?"

The official, feeling a chill of fear, tried to smile. "We are trying, Comrade Stalin," he muttered, trying to hide the tremor in his voice.

Stalin grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Trying?" he repeated, drawing out the word ironically. "Apparently times have changed, but human nature remains the same. Remember, power is a responsibility, not a toy." With these words, he rose, leaving the official in thought.

When Stalin left the bar, Moscow was simply a city again, full of history and contradictions. The dust of the past seemed to settle even thicker, a reminder that every choice has consequences, and time spares no one.

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