Fiction

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Molodets.

I saw a man trained to lead in war, a mighty Russian General in the custom of Gog, that is a fellow with a reputation of almost biblical proportions, a God-fearing peacemaker, a signer of treaties.
He was ruggedly attractive, with the kind of set to his face and charisma that people flock to.

With a forest like Teutoborg as a backdrop (the Germanic setting for Arminius's famous battle) he joyfully directed his troops "off-camera" so to speak for purposes I don't know.

He wore a sapphire blue ceremonial uniform.  The scene was magnetic to behold, an image from the Earth to come.

A mystical man, he was known to often sit in his underground fastness in Russia's Siberia, upon a basalt throne and contemplate the mysteries of the universe in mind-boggling visionary experiences.

His name was Molodets Oct, vaguely translated as "brave/fine fellow from the East" in Russian.  He had some manner of relationship with Israel, but a healthy one to be certain.

Would his talismanic giant, siege artillery railway gun, "Omega Red", the progeny of guns like "TMK-3-12" ever fire in anger, or was this an era of peace?  This I did not know.

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