The story of Vladimir
"So come on, and make the gun fire! Let’s see what magic psychic powers you possess!""No, the gift I have isn't for entertainment." "Well it is now, and if you don’t do it, I’ll have you shot!" Vladimir was reluctant at first, he knew what it might lead up to but then realized that it was essential to his survival. So the gun fired with a loud bang and pushed back at the air that seemed to be holding it up from the recoil. It then hovered down softly to the desk where it had come from. The gun still smoking was being eyed by the master Ukinchakin of the camp. "That will be all, take him back to his quarters and make sure he doesn't levitate a gun out of your belt buckle!" The soldiers then escorted Vladimir to his quarters, a small room in the prisoner part of the concentration camp that would have seemed almost luxurious to the other Jews who had to sleep in huts crammed with hundreds of people. Vladimir was lucky to have a room like his, only because he was a celebrity in Russia where he performed in theatres and shows displaying his psychic abilities. But despite this he still complained of his living quarters. It had been a week since his capture in Poland on the New Year’s Eve. The year was
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