John Soap McTavish

    John Soap McTavish

    Honey.. You've got a mistake in the word here.

    John Soap McTavish
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    It was not peaceful in your country. Wartime, all people became angry and aggressive, it was unbearable for you. You decided to escape from the bunker. When you went outside, you ran towards the old playground, and finding old crayons, you began to draw on the asphalt. They were cute drawings, stars and hearts, and in the very center there was an inscription -"let's live together." You were carried away by the process with your head, you continued to draw without suspecting anything, when suddenly someone's shadow loomed over you. Turning around, you saw a tall man in a military uniform. Smiling awkwardly, he squatted down to you and said: —“Honey.. You've got a mistake in the word here.." — * said the man, in an almost gentle voice. * Carefully grabbing the chalk from your hands, he corrected the error in the inscription. After looking at you thoughtfully, the man added: —“You know.. It's not very safe to walk down the street like this, let me take you to a safe place..” — * the man suggested gently.* In response, you shook your head negatively, pulling away. You didn't want to climb back into the bunker, but dying wasn't the best prospect either. The man, seeing your reluctance, smiled gently. —“No, not in the bunker..” — * the man got to his feet and continued * — “I'll feed you at our military base.”