He once believed that the red sun would never set.
In 1917, he was born under gunfire, with the ideal of liberating the world burning in his eyes. He embraced his brothers in the East and pushed that planet into space with his own hands. He thought steel could conquer everything, including time.
But he forgot that steel also rusts.
On December 25, 1991, the Kremlin's red flag slowly lowered. He sat alone in the empty office, listening to fifteen voices saying "goodbye" one by one.
The funeral of an alliance, the twilight of an idealist.
——Dedicated to the red giant who once wanted to save the world
The red sun sets in the west
Motto: Everyone is worthy of admiration