dreaming

     He lay in his Kremlin bed but longed for his dacha. To stay there a while, riding horse and showing judo techniques to the locals. For tired he had become by those german and american tanks. How to cope with the nasty things? Turning on his side he tried again to get some sleep. Then was aware that he was walking in the street towards his dacha, but some women of the village shouted to him: Where is my son. Is he in the Ukraïne? Is he still alive? As they insisted h shouted to them: I don't know. Ask the general there. A face appeared of which he could not discern whether it was of a man or female; but there were two horns where normally is the hair. It smiled to him and said: Well done, you are a great russian. And grinning: I got my share of young russian fellows but would you perhaps recruit also girls for the army? That might double my share. All of a sudden the devil took full shape end cleaned with his tail a wall with names of the fallen soldiers. They don't matter, he uttered, but you, if you want to go to heaven you must coöperate with me. Otherwise I am entitled to take you down to the hell fire immediately. I know you are smart and sit at table far from others to avoid my covid. Suddenly the man in the bed was shooting with bow and arrows during his best years, running and leaping to get good targets. But then he cried of shock as the arrows turned into atomic warheads directed at London and Paris. With utmost force he succeeded in overrunning the things but could not get grip on them; only bouncing these to change direction. His staff smiled and said bombing Rotterdam won't arouse retaliation from the british and french as they don't like to be hit then next. Just give them coördinates of some siberian village to compensate. Again the devil appeared, his claw raised like the finger of a school master. I told you, he said, God does not want annihilation of mankind, at least not now. But you enjoy when those big intercontinental rockets, each filled with death for millions, parade. Just stick to what you are busy with now and try to destruct as much as possible. The black creature was answered: It is so difficult; I thought it would have been a walk over. Responding: Therefore I am here to help you. Just sign this contract. And I need a drop of blood to validate, for one cannot trust human signature. In the bed the leader turned his shoulder to get his arm free for the needle. But the nurse continued to change the little bottles and he felt very weak at last as most of his blood was gone. The devil grinned: I will help you with fresh healthy blood from dead soldiers. There was a woman when again he was in the village of his dacha and in her hands she held a fully loaded machine gun pointed at him. Where should he go, flee?