Dejan Lu soon received Nintendo's contract.
Those cheapskates still paid a small licensing fee, probably because Dejan the Football King's generosity had scared them.
Little did they know that free was the most expensive thing of all.
When Monica returned home, she quickly experienced Dejan Lu's enthusiasm. By morning, she was sleeping face-down.
Ring, ring, ring—
Early in the morning, the phone at home rang nonstop.
"Hello..."
Dejan Lu, who had only just fallen asleep, picked up the receiver and asked, "What is it? I'm very busy right now..."
"...Uncle Dejan."
"Paolo? Why are you crying? Did your father hit you?"
Dejan Lu rubbed his eyes, sat up, and leaned against the headboard as he asked.
"The wall fell, the wall fell..."
Little Verchowod said through sobs.
"It didn't hit you, did it? Huh? The Berlin Wall?"
Only then did Dejan Lu realize what he meant.
"Yes... Uncle Dejan, this world is terrible. The people of Democratic Germany are about to suffer even greater oppression..."
Dejan Lu had a headache.
On this matter, the people of Democratic Germany probably wanted reunification more, didn't they?
But there was no need to explain such things to an idealistic child. He did not need to face the cruelty of the world at such a young age.
The gap between ideals and reality came down to those carrying them out. Big Brother itself was nearly finished; how could it have time to deal with the Germans?
More than twenty minutes later.
The little guy had calmed down a little.
Monica had also been woken up and kept teasing Dejan Lu with the ends of her hair.
"...Long live the unified, mighty Soviet Union, built by the will of the people! Free fatherland, our glory, the friendship of all ethnic groups forms an unbreakable fortress..."