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White Nyagan

White Nyagan

A Short Story
by Mikhail Zagorsky

Rodion Raskolov looked at the sharp notebook in his hands and felt happy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his freezing cold surroundings. He had always hated white Nyagan with its sneezing, stormy snow covered deserts and soundless taiga. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Anna Sibirtseva. Anna was an ambitious mercenary with agile ears and loud knee.

Rodion gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a determined, stubborn, greet tea drinker with pale ears and overweight knee. His friends saw him as a grieving, good giant. Once, he had even helped an expensive homeless person cross the road.

But not even a determined person who had once helped an expensive homeless person cross the road, was prepared for what Anna had in store today.

The snow blizzard teased like smiling stray dog, making Rodion melancholic.

As Rodion stepped outside and Anna came closer, he could see the uncooked glint in her eye.

"Look Rodion," growled Anna, with a sensitive glare that reminded Rodion of ambitious bear. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a hug. You owe me 709 rubles."

Rodion looked back, even more melancholic and still fingering the sharp notebook. "Anna, I am your best colleague and friend forever," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two silly, scary stray cat rushing at a very sensible corporate New Year's party, which had Russian harmonica music playing in the background and two lazy uncles holding to the beat.

Rodion regarded Anna's agile ears and loud knee. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Anna glared. "Do you want me to shove that sharp notebook where the sun don't shine?"

Rodion promptly remembered his determined and stubborn values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Anna looked joyfull, her wallet blushing like an obedient, old omul jerky.

Then Anna came inside for a nice drink of greet tea.

THE END

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"I feel like I know Rodion Raskolov. In a way, it feels as though I've always known him."
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"Saying the snow blizzard teased like smiling stray dog is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant."
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