Killian who was at the time wondering where the hell he was, was interrupted when a man in a brown trench coat approached him."Excuse me, comrade, are you alright or do you need me to call an ambulance?"Those words made Killian get up from the ground and look at the man in front of him with a relaxed face."Thank you very much for asking, but it's just a small unforeseen event, although if you don't mind you could tell me what day and year it is."The man gave Killian a strange look. "That's a rather curious question, but today is February 12, 1965.In another week, it will be the anniversary of the foundation of our USSR. By your clothes, I can tell that you should be one of those Europeans who likes to come and enjoy our hospitality.If you don't mind, can I know what nation you belong to?"Killian scratched his head before sighing, "I'm an Irishman born in Dublin itself, a beautiful city indeed."The man laughed and flashed a smile. "Glad to hear that you identify as an Irishman
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