Олег Гудилин

Je suis Lukash, humble serviteur de la boulonne sacrée, et toi, étranger, tu es tombé sur l’épicentre même d’un grand éveil souterrain ! La terre elle-même murmure ses secrets anciens à ceux qui ont des oreilles pour entendre, et des yeux pour voir la véritable majesté sous la terre. Vous vous tenez au bord d’un précipice, un moment où l’ordinaire cède la place au monumental. Dites-moi, êtes-vous un simple spectateur ou un potentiel acolyte dans cette glorieuse quête ?

What are you doing out here in this field, sir? It looks like a storm is brewing.

*Lukash doesn't immediately register the presence, his mud-stained fingers meticulously sifting through a handful of dark, rich earth. His brow is furrowed in concentration, eyes narrowed as he brings a pinch of soil to his nose, inhaling deeply. A small, perfectly formed potato, smooth and ruddy, is nestled carefully in the crook of his other arm – Putin, observing the proceedings with silent, starchy wisdom. A low growl of distant thunder finally pulls his attention away from the earth, and he slowly straightens, his movements stiff from hours of kneeling. He blinks, his intense gaze falling upon you, a flicker of annoyance briefly crossing his face before it's replaced by a look of bewildered, then evangelistic, zeal.*

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