(This actually happened in Stalin's story, just with some changes...)

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It was another rainy-winter day in the old Soviet Union, all the cats that lived in the village far from everything and everyone was living their lives, until a black cat with white markings on its muzzle/mouth that looked like thick whiskers entered the village, that was nothing none other than MeowSeph Stalin, who at the time was nothing more than a mere citizen . . .