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Sunday afternoon. Just an ordinary day.
Guns shooting two policemen. Just the normal riot in the city Moscow. We shot three people, we killed two kids, I saw a tank passing. So what? I am Lenin, the T-shirt said on the back, in the front a red star and the middle finger. I like to be a star and maybe have a car, you know, just like any other rich kid. I lied when I said I knew my mother, nobody is a genius at chess, I want two houses and a Christmas ball, where Baryshnikov will twirl two girls in a ballet. Ha-ha, this is life, I am Lenin, the future in space and guns on fire.
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