Stripping The Weapons

Moscow, July 1946

Upon arriving at the Kremlin, Boris hurried toward the Yellow Palace. Guards, recognizing Boris Alexandrov’s striking resemblance to his father, immediately opened the gates and ushered him in without a word of questioning. As he entered the ground-floor corridor, Voroshilov descended the stairs with his aide to greet him cheerfully.

"Comrade Boris! You are just like your father; always arriving ahead of schedule," Voroshilov praised, shaking Boris’s hand.

"Oh, forgive me. I thought I was late," Boris said, breathless. Voroshilov smiled faintly, almost childlike, "A man like you could never be late for the Yellow Palace! Not the son of the highly disciplined Comrade Alexandrov himself. Shall we head upstairs?" He immediately turned back up the staircase toward the second floor, followed by Boris and the aide, heading for Voroshilov’s office.

Deadly Wish

[November 1945]

"Alexander Vasilyevich, please! Just listen to me this once! You must agree to be taken to the hospital and rest until your heart recovers!" the doctor pleaded, even clasping Alexandrov’s deeply wrinkled hands tightly in his own.

Lying weak in bed, Alexandrov still managed to shake his head and declare firmly, "No. I cannot rest while my plan to hold a concert in Germany remains unfulfilled. The German people need to be comforted; their suffering is far greater than mine."

"But you won't be able to alleviate their suffering if you are suffering like this yourself!"

"Just give me some painkillers. Or blood pressure medication... anything at all. But I am not going to the hospital," Alexandrov snapped bluntly. 

Outside the room where Alexandrov was resting, his civic wife Lyudmila and his sons Boris, Vladimir, and Yuri wore worried expressions. The two older men had been arguing about the hospital visit for half an hour; eventually, Yuri grew tired of eavesdropping and decided to go inside the bedroom to read a storybook. Then, the sound of the door opening from within made the three eavesdroppers straighten up. The doctor emerged looking weary, fixing a pleading gaze upon Lyudmila.

Some Alternate Universes That Make Me Giggle

Author Notes: This section may be updated sometimes whenever I find any incorrect quotes sounds good for my OCs lol.

AU Pretend we worked in a hospital but none of us are medically trained

Vasily: "Here comes the anesthesia!" (lift a steel chair)
Anatoli: "Hey Anton, take my photo! The light behind me looking good!" (Pose in front of x-ray light)
Oleg: "A schizophrenic patient asked me to help fighting their demons. Thankfully I am black belted so here we go."
Dmitry: "Ok so I have writing the tutorial of how to heart transplant. Sorry, it's my first time..."
Stepan: (Playing dead in the morgue to scare everyone who try to enter)
Maxim: "Don't forget to shake the medicine bottle syrup before consuming. And do it like this!" (starts to twerk while holding the medicine bottle)
Andrei: "Guys, I can't read this next tutorial that Dima wrote. What should we do next after taking out the aorta???"
Semyon: "Internal bleeding, nurse? I thought that's how supposed to be?"
Ivan: "Whoa, you have cancer? That's good! I have Virgo!"
Vadim: "Their heart rate is down!" (taking out tequila from stash)
Alexei/Vitaly: "Hey I just got your test result, sir. Congrats, your results are all positive!" (yes, both will answer the same)
Fyodor: "Huh? Patient's temperature suddenly dropping? Move outta my way." (bringing a large bowl of boiling water)

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P.S: Don't tell Elena Ostrucheskaya

Attending The Funeral of Youngest Brother

Messy Sketches and Drawing Part 4

These are the rest of messy sketches and drawings that I think it needed to be explained or addressed.

Because it's mostly clashed with the canon story I wrote in here.

Lively Graveyard

(Taken from my 2013 Archive and translated with translation machine. May or may not be accurate from real history and fictional stories, and I'm too lazy to rewrite)

[1st Particle - Alexander Alexandrovich's Funeral]

1942

For the first time, tears fell from the eyes of the Alexandrov men—and not merely a drop or two; each of them repeatedly wiped away tears with a damp white handkerchief. The women bearing the same surname wept just as profusely. They shed these tears within the cathedral, standing not far from a priest who could only stand motionless, unsure of what to do other than gaze at the fully sealed coffin awaiting burial. The other guests, relatives and dignitaries close to the Alexandrov family had already left the cathedral to wait at the burial site.

Some Plans May Not Permitted

(Taken from my 2013 Archive and translated with translation machine. May or may not be accurate from real history, and I'm too lazy to rewrite)

March 1935

Meanwhile, in Alexandrov’s third-floor office, he and Semyonov (the director of the Bolshoi Ballet Academy) were deep in a private conversation.

"...If circumstances allow, some of the graduating female ballerinas could serve as additional dancers here too. I’ve been toying with the idea of ​​introducing a traditional dance that requires a large number of female dancers," Alexandrov explained. Semyonov nodded, agreeing with Alexandrov’s proposal.

"That is certainly possible. I would be happy to facilitate the advancement of the graduating ballerinas. In that case, I should also speak with Gusev, who is set to take over as the next director of the Bolshoi Ballet Academy. Just in case to avoid any misunderstandings. After all, I’ll be handing over leadership in a year," Semyonov said thoughtfully.

"However, I do have a concern: would Vozhd permit it? I’ve tried repeatedly to get Danilovich’s approval to add a boys' choir, but he rejected the idea because children aren't allowed to be part of the military. And yet, I was so strongly desire for both children and women to participate in military music..." Alexandrov said hesitantly. 

Semyonov stroked his chin, contemplating the potential outcomes should Alexandrov request permission to include ballerinas. "It is certainly a difficult time. Especially since I heard news from a distant friend in France that the situation in Germany is escalating... Well, you know what I mean. I know the Soviet Union is invincible, but we must still consider the worst-case scenario. So, what Danilovich said might be right; perhaps it is best not to bring in more women and children..." Semyonov said, then continued, "It is better to assess the situation first. You can ask me for updates from outside the Soviet Union every month, as I can check with my friend. But... you will still accept the ballerinas later on, once the country has stabilised, won't you?"

"Certainly, Comrade Semyonov. I would be delighted when you are ready to send ballerina graduates here for me to select," Alexandrov said with a friendly smile.

Religion

I know religion usually the most absent thing whenever the story revolves in Soviet Union. But when remembering Alexandrov family are devoted Orthodox who has to hid their belief forever, I think religion is still worth to be explored among my OCs. Just as reminder that each people has their own religious (or non-religious) journey... but I'm not planning to make it as full personality since they still live in Soviet Union. Therefore, the list below was only based on my 2013 imagination that transliterated.

Accompanying Spirits

[November 1952]

"I don't believe you, doctor," Dmitry said with a troubled expression. Meanwhile, the old man in the white coat before him could only frown.

"Feel free to disbelieve me, Mr. Petronov. But that's the lab's diagnosis, along with my advice."

"Isn't there another way? At least something that can keep me going until I retire?"

"Unfortunately, no. Resigning is the only option."

Now Dmitry left the hospital gloomily. He hadn't suspected, let alone believed, that the cough he'd been experiencing for the past year was anything but ordinary. Until two days ago, while rehearsing, he coughed violently, coughing up a little blood, before collapsing from shortness of breath. He only woke up a few hours later, realizing he was in the hospital with his colleague. Sputum and blood samples were taken for testing, and Dmitry returned to his apartment after his colleague informed him that he had been on sick leave until the test results came back. And today was the day of the test results, and the results made Dmitry realize that the illness his mother had suffered from had now affected him. Or worse, it's more to cancer than just mere tuberculosis.

The envelope he held contained the test results and a doctor's recommendation that Dmitry should withdraw to undergo intensive care. He had no choice but to go to the place where the envelope was to be delivered to the leader of the Alexandrov Ensemble, Boris Alexandrov.

CSKA Receptionist's Guide in 1930s

1. Who can go out in the middle of work without need permission slip or ID card?

A: Ivan, Dmitry and/or Fyodor.

2. Who must need permission slip for going out in the middle of work but no need ID card?

A: Stepan, Vadim and/or Alexei

3. Who must need permission slip for going out in the middle of work, and had to leave their ID card at receptionist?

A: Vasily, Oleg, Semyon, Anatoli, Maxim, Andrei.

4. In case #1 go with #2 or #3, it means #1 must also need permission slip (but no ID card). 

5. Please pay attention if suddenly #1 and #2 went alone but their satchel looked larger. It could be #3's belongings are there and they are try exiting through back door. Call the guards to check there.

Coming Home

[May 1945]

The news about war ended finally heard through Stepan's ears, as one ensemble member announced while reading Fyodor's gripped newspaper. That blond Yakutian's body slumped to the wall, together with Group 4 who still rehearsing under the shelter. He hugged Ivan and Fyodor too when everyone start to feel relieved and can get up from the floor again.

The Rift

[April 1941]

Alexandrov often shook his head, dissatisfied with the results of the rehearsals for two months. But he couldn't understand why the rehearsals he had been undertaking for twelve years were so lacking. The instruments were forced to play, the choir members' singing was partly strong and partly weak, and the dance always had some fault for no apparent reason. Initially, Alexandrov thought the instructed musical composition had failed, as he usually did whenever he tried to compose bad poems into beautiful music. But after observing for a month, he discovered that there was indeed something wrong with his members. Because Alexandrov intensified the rehearsals in the second week, and the results remained the same.

Introducing The Weapons

(Taken from my 2013 Archive and translated with translation machine. May or may not be accurate from real history, and I'm too lazy to rewrite)

Moscow, 1928

The middle-aged man's steps quickened as he entered Red Square, his black shoes making a sound like a horse's gallop, and he repeatedly had to straighten his wind-blown military uniform. He knew he should have taken a tram or an autobus to Red Square at the previous terminal, but he chose to walk quickly to avoid traffic jams or stalled vehicles. He ignored the bustling surroundings, bustling with vendors, the Militia and Red Army patrols, and the small children who occasionally ran past him. To him, the reason he was walking quickly to Red Square was of utmost importance, and taking the fastest autobus wouldn't necessarily take him to the front of the grand palace not far from Red Square as fast as the wind.

Dad Joke

Silent Witness

[1948]

What I was staring at now was emptiness. No, no, I don't mean completely empty. I was still sitting in the train car seat, watching so many fresh-faced young men, who had just joined the ensemble this year. While chatting, they were also practicing their music or singing. However, I wasn't focused on them. I was more focused on daydreaming aimlessly, although afterward I found myself reminiscing more about the past.

Adventure of Stalker Voroshilov

 Yes. The title already explains.
It was mini series I made in 2015-2016.
Warning: messy drawings and dark comedy

Messy Sketches and Drawings Part 1

These are messy sketches and drawings related to real life public figures. 

Dom

 Page 1

  Box1: Civilians waiting on the station

  Box2: Empty railway

  Box3: A train comes by on that empty railway

  Box4: Soldiers and their beloved hugged. Some girls or mothers crying in grief for not founding their beloved.

Solov'i

 Page 1

  Box1: Nightingale bird were on tree.

  Box2: The bird left its nest, flying. A silhouette of tree. Sunrise in the forest.

  Box3: The bird landed in another tree, but there's a military cap nearby. Sky now looked light blue

Running Brothers

Panel 1: child Vladimir (pastel red shirted) and Alexander (pastel blue shirted) running while laughing

Panel 2: teenage Boris with pastel yellow shirt sitting on the bench and laughed. there is monologue "I love watching my little brothers running in front of me."

Panel 3: teenage Vladimir (deep red shirt) and Alexander (deep blue shirt) turning their head to Boris with smirk

Panel 4: adult Boris with striking yellow shirt stood up and wants to chase them with smirk. there is monologue "Because that's how I can be sure, they had a happy life"

Panel 5: adult Vladimir and Alexander wore gymnastyorka with same smirk and crossing their arms

Panel 6: middle aged Boris widened his eyes as he run. his gymnastyorka uniform has many medals. around him start to darken. there is monologue "But then I realised they ran too quick."

Panel 7: Only middle aged Vladimir turning his back and running again with old tunic uniform and medals

Panel 8: Elder Boris with green Soviet uniform (around 1980s) and glasses stopped running. there is monologue "And they left me alone in here."

Panel 9: Complete darkness

Panel 10: Boris stood up in front of two gravestone. one is marked 1912-1942, and the other is 1909-1978. there is monologue "I was too late to stop them..."