*night. a storm outside throws rain aginst the window, then a flash and thunder. something is wrong. the old men, who seems to be a old russian soldier or commander, writes some words on a piece of paper*
"My Last Will

By Josephus Stalinosa

All of my ownings and treasures..."

*another lightning and the sharp light crossed by the shadow of the window and spottet with the shadows of the raindrops illuminates the room a bit, the it fades away and just the red shine of the pipe of the old men lightens the wrinkled face of the old guy*

"...and all my political power.."

*he draws again the smoke, looks to the window, he has heard a noise...something is very wrong here...*
"Is there someone?"
*he blows out the thick smoke and lowers his head over the paper. another lightning illuminates the room. wasn't there a mysterious shadow over there?...*

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This is the story behind the pic...
Enough hints fior a good story:3

Hope you enjoy:3

[b]This was commissioned by :thufirhawat10191:[b]