**What can you do, you dream them, and that's it.
**Today, out of nowhere, Goblin popped up, who is Dmitry Puchkov. The translator and vatnik of all Rus'.
It all started with some guy in a bunker (dugout?) with a machine gun, who, guided by a radio, was picking off sneaking infantrymen. The bunker was comfortable, with a rotary phone, a desk, posters, and an ergonomic chair. And just as he cursed that he couldn't see everyone, Goblin walks into the dugout from behind, slits his throat with a knife. Then he takes out some makeup, and changes his appearance to look like the dead guy.
When his fellow soldiers arrive, Goblin isn't exposed. That's how we find out that he isn't actually Dmitry Puchkov, but that Goblin slit the real Puchkov's throat from behind.
In the second episode, in his old age, Goblin has moved to Odesa (looks like they captured it after all, the bastards). There he grows melons, watermelons, and even pineapples. He's proud that he managed to nurture such a capricious fruit in this climate (or whatever a pineapple is, a grass?).
He tells this to some swarthy guys from Peru, who came to Odesa for timber, and will haul it on a small truck across the ocean.
As I understood it, there's a big shortage of trees in Peru, everything's been chopped down, and it's profitable even like this. The guys nod, but, looks like, they don't understand Russian, and are just nodding along.
P.S. The dream was inspired by the fact that in real life I was gifted a watermelon seedling called "Sweet Baby". You can call me that from now on!