Dmitrii Taganov - Marilyn Monroe’s Russian Resurrection

“Yes, comrade Andropov. But, unfortunately, the fastest we can grow them is at the rate of two clone’s years per one of human’s, that’s twice faster than natural. No way to force the process, because they would die too soon.”

“That’s some better. Maybe we could outrun the time and avert the disaster. Possibly can – it’s just a chance. I don’t see any other rescue-boat around anyway.”

“On your orders we can start the process of conceiving the clone embryos practically tomorrow.”

“No, no, don’t you even try! You cannot raise them in this county. I forbid you doing that! Raising them here for twenty years – and that’s a minimum, you say! Do you forget the bloody fate that awaited Russian princes, including the last one? Don’t you know what happened to the children of repressed Bolsheviks, including the ones you want to clone? You would have absolutely no chance here to grow them alive. To do this honorable work you will have to leave this county. You should be prepared to change your name and go for those long decades to some place with a firm Communist regime. Are you ready to do that?”

“I’m a Communist, comrade Andropov.”

“I had no doubts in your faith to the Party, thank you. I had more spare time in this hospital, and I’ve considered your case. North Korean Communists rule their country much firmer than we had done, they do not lose their noble ideals so easily, and they will survive for decades or even centuries after we perish – of course, you must properly understand my frankness. That is why, you must go there, and raise your clones in that country: North Korean Communists proved their ability to build Communist society on their soil. If you are willing to go, I'll start to test the waters. But we’ll have to get them interested in this project. Say, could you clone also a baby Mao Zedong? Body of this great Chinese revolutionary lies in a mausoleum in Beijing, China, exactly as our Lenin here in Moscow, and that means the necessary genetic material is available. Koreans would like to get the upper hand with their Chinese friends, having a baby-Mao clone all to themselves. They will welcome you, I’m sure. Soon you will have a lot of kids, and a lot of fun. Ready?”

“Of course, I’m ready. It’s my duty, comrade Andropov.”

Jazz record still played, and that meant their conversation continued less than twenty minutes. As a farewell General Secretary just tiredly nodded and closed his eyes.

Though, in a month’s time General Secretary Yuri Andropov had died. The academician watched on the TV screen his coffin being solemnly carried on a gun-carriage through the snow-covered Red Square, and a lump rose to his throat. He felt that most important purpose of his life would never be accomplished now, and as a Communist he had lived his life in vain.

Another one and a half years elapsed. One more Secretary General accepted the office, the next one in a queue of elderly Politburo members, but he also died very soon. Much younger Gorbachev was given the office, with a mutual hope on vigor in his veins, but that, as it turned out, was a dubious decision. The last in the party’s history Secretary General started his perestroika , that is a “reconstruction”, and the great Communist state, or as US President Ronald Reagan named it, an Evil Empire , started to slide slowly and inevitably down to the abyss of ideologically opposing Capitalism.

One hot summer evening, when academician got out of his Moscow apartment for a walk with his dog, from the car that was parked by the doorway appeared a stranger and approached him in twilight. The academician noticed him only when the stranger called him by the name.

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