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Enter the Gulag
Topic Started: Jan 26 2011, 07:33 PM (48 Views)
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Our scene opens up on an interview set. Standing front and center is Dmitri Kalashnikov, with The Dude Standing to his left and the man who helped him last week to his right. The man is donning shades, a white leather vest, and white tights with the initials "SF" emblazoned on them. He stands tall along with Dmitri, making The Dude look a little intimidated. Nevertheless, he continues on to the interview.

"Ladies and germs, this is the Dude here, preparing a little one-on-one with Demolition star Dmitri Kalashnikov before his next match!"

The Dude turns, halfback to the camera, towards Dmitri.

"Mr. Kalashnikov, many fans are in an uproar about last week. Victor Creed had you on the ropes, yet you used the advantage of a knocked out ref to deliver a chairshot to Creed. Of course, the latter wasn't possible without the aid of the man next to you. Going on, you won the match, and Creed was subsequently released due to his injuries. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Dmitri snatches the microphone from The Dude's hand, making him back up a bit in defense. Dmitri points at the man to his side, both still looking at the camera.

"This man... is Kedrov Zakhaev. He, like I, knows the ture meaning of life. He's given his all for the benefit of his country, and yet has gotten only empty thanks and pittance in return. He is also experienced in conquering isolation, being put in foxholes and trenches, miles away from friends and family, looking for an enemy that was never there. His job consisted of breaking not only others, but also himself."

He places a hand on Kedrov's shoulder.

"And yet, through all of this, he's learned to embrace the true form of life, the actual meaning in people's existence. We are all born to die, and it's only those who can accept that fact who live their life the way it was meant to be. We both know that humans are utter bastards, and whatever befalls us has a meaning in the end. This belief, this discovery, makes us dangerous in our own right."

Slowly, the Dude comes back into the shot, giving Dmitri a quizzical look.

"Well, that really doesn't answer my quest-"

Suddenly, Dmitri grabs Dude by the neck, snarled in expression. The Dude's shades pop right off, showing his frightened eyes.

"I was getting to it, you plebe! Victor Creed was not an example of our motives! Creed was not an example of our true desire! Creed was an example of how dangerous we can be when given the opportunity! Like Creed himself, there was nothing to it!"

The camera then pans over to the right. Two security guards armed with batons are making their way over to Dmitri. One charges at Kedrov, baton out like a blunted knife. Before he can hit anything though, Kedrov grabs his arm, punches him in the neck, and flips him over through a coffee table. The other guard stops in his tracks, and quickly runs away. Dmitri, looking content at Kedrov, drops The Dude to the ground. The camera pans down, until Dmitri forces it back up. He stares dead into the lens, his eyes only visible.

"Tonight, pray YOU don't get sent to THE GULAG!"

With that, Dmitri shoves the camera back. It stays up, and then focuses in on Kedrov. There's a delay as the cameraman prepares to fade to black...

Open to Kedrov, should he like to respond...
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As the camera begins to fade, Kedrov grabs it, subsequently focusing it on his battle-hardened face, while standing over the beaten down guard who dared to assault the veteran. He leans his head down exposing his demented, hollowed eyes, and cracks a sly smirk as he begins to retort. His heavy Russian accent crackling through the air like a unforeseen shock wave.

"Because at The Gulag, there is no hope for an escape. No hope for a release. No hope for survival. There is only pain. There is only fallen sin. Hope... hope is lost. The way out is... afar.''



Kedrov lifts his head up, hiding his eyes once more behind his sunglasses, as he throws the camera onto the floor. It cracks as the last thing we see is Kedrov walk over the guard as he kicks down a door to disappear from the public eyes, the guard rolling and riveting in sheer agony.

-:End Scene:-
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