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*The year is 1965. Night. Kazakhstan has slipped away from home, savoring his freedom. The United States waited beneath the moon, staring at the shimmering stars. When the Kazakh's shadow appeared, their gazes met in the quiet. The United States smirked, breaking the silence:* — Hey, what took so long? — he asked with weary irritation. — Waited fifteen minutes! Get lost, or did you linger on purpose? *Kazakhstan shrugged his shoulders, as if time held no meaning.*