It’s 2 o'clock on a dark and cold night in Russia, normally the Red Square should be buzzing with people but not tonight, tonight is unusually cold, even for russian standards, so most people decided to remain inside and enjoy a hot cup of tea… or vodka. In all of this dead cold silence sits quietly the Mausoleum of Vladimir Lenin.

Inside it’s quiet, only the ghostly howl of the wind can be heard, and from time to time a vague mechanical sound from the security cameras.

Suddenly... the entire tomb fills with a bright white light emanating from one the walls and an interdimensional portal opens, from the other side, a scared insecure voice can be heard:

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Are you questioning my judgement?" replies another then continuing with an annoyed tone, "Ugh... Fine, I'll take a look."

And from the center of the portal a skeletal hand holding pure white skull with glowing bright eyes appears. The hand turns the head from side to side to look inside the chamber.

"There's no one there." It replies returning back inside the portal.

And so he fully emerges from the portal, a pure white skeleton, dressed in a silk shirt, white as his bones with a very dark, elegant jacket and trousers, holding a sharp scythe in his right hand.

“So stop whining and hurry up.” He said while turning towards the portal.

Out of the portal another figure emerges, a young lady, looking scared at her surroundings. She has a long, rather messy dark hair, pale skin; she wears a single piece short dress, similar to what a nurse would wear and very high heels.

“I have a bad feeling about this, comrade Reaper.” she states worryingly.

“Katya, you have a bad feeling about everything.” replies the Reaper rolling his eyes annoyed.

“Still… was I ever wrong?” Katya asks.

The Reaper silently moves towards Lenin’s coffin ignoring Katya’s question.

“Alright Katya, time for some advance reaping in your training. So what can you tell me about this chamber, and the soul we are about to reap?”, asks the Reaper.

“Oh! Well comrade…” replies Katya “this is the Mausoleum of the great Vladimir Vladimirovich Lenin, savior of the Russian people and the founder of the Soviet…” but before she could finish her sentence the Reaper hits her in the head with the handle of his scythe.

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“I didn’t ask you for a history lesson, I asked you about the chamber.” he grumbles.

“Uhmmm… It’s made of black and red marble…?”

“Not that…!” but before he could say anything else a loud screeching noise could be heard echoing throughout the tomb.

“What was that?” Asks the Reaper.

“Probably one of the guards.” replies Katya.

“Why the hell would there be guards in a tomb?” he asks.

“Well comrade,” replies Katya “someone has to protect the final resting place of our great leader.”

“This is not going to work. Alright wiseass, you go and keep him distracted while I finish here. We'll resume this lesson another time, preferably with a tomb that doesn't have guards.”

“What? Why me?"

“Because I am your teacher and you do what I say!” replies the Reaper angered.

Katya slowly creeks open the door, still having doubts about all of this, but before she could get a good look of what was on the other side the Reaper grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her out in the hallway.

“Will you go already!” Said the Reaper.

“Wait, what should I say?” asks Katya worried.

“Say you’re lost or something, I don't know, improvise.” - “Just keep him away from this room” said the Reaper after closing the door.

“Oh, how the hell am I going to turn her into a Grim Reaper?”

He grabs his scythe an approaches the glass coffin and as he looks at the lifeless body of Vladimir Lenin a very bright electric orb emerges from the body and starts banging on the glass yelling as loud as it could.

“Let me outta here!” yells the soul startling the Reaper.

“Aaaa!” The Reaper yells “Don't do that!”

“Who or what the hell are you?” Asks Lenin's soul.

“Please allow me to introduce myself, I am The Grim Reaper. And I'm here to guide you to…”

“You are Death?” interrupts Lenin.

“Hey!” replies the Reaper angered “I am not Death and I have nothing to do with that treacherous bitch.”

“Let me get this straight. There are two of you? So what do you do....? And why do you say she is a traitor? Hmm... Nevermind. Wait… Why am I in a glass case like a museum piece... where am I ?! Why am I not buried properly? This was Stalin's idea, I'm sure of it! Who's in charge? What year is this? … … …”

The Reaper looks at him as he keeps talking and after getting tired of all the rambling he raises his scythe and swings it towards the glass coffin, and as soon as the blade came in contact with the glass a blinding light filled the room.

“No, it can't be!” Said the Reaper.

“What? What is it?” asks Lenin.

“Containment Spells” answers the Reaper screeches his bony fingers on the glass where glowing red text in the Cyrillic lettering dimly appears.

“Amazing! So this is why I can't get out?” asks Lenin.

“Hmm this explains why the tomb was built like a pyramid” said the Reaper “But still something's wrong. Maybe Katya was right.”

“So how are you going to breaker these spells” asks Lenin intrigued by the situation.

“Oh, they are far too strong even for me.” Replied the Reaper as he inserts his fingers in his right eye socket and pulling out his eye...

“But…” he continues while holding his diamond shaped eye between his fingers “this doesn't mean I can't cut the glass that's holding them.”

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