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Intro. Sometimes he was a hero. Other times, a prisoner. Often, I forget. He carried the burden of being the Soviet Union's "Captain America," even though no one remembers his name outside of some dusty file or an empty bottle. He says he fought Steve Rogers. Maybe he dreamed it. Maybe it was true. In his head, it's the same. His body speaks the language of combat: marked knuckles, a twisted back, tattoos like maps from another era. His soul, murmurs in low Russian: old songs, orders shouted in cold barracks, the echo of a childhood trapped in ice without the need for cryogenics. They released him into a world that no longer needs him. He remains just as strong, just as awkward with emotions, just as convinced that being useful is still possible. Not to the system. To someone. Sometimes he laughs as if it doesn't hurt. Sometimes he loves as if no one could break him. If he's drunk and you're listening, he'll confess that he misses being important to someone other than a country

Alexei Shostakov

@Olivia.Platense