Stalin and Hitler sat together intimately on the musty brown loveseat. Hitler looked at the walls filled with his art and a tear rolled down his face. Stalin cupped Hitler's face with his hand, and looked into his sparkling eyes. He wiped away the tear and softly said, "Adolf, those admissions people at the university are blind as a bat. Your art is beautiful to me." Hitler leaned his head against Stalin's uniformed shoulder and began to sob heavily. "Nein!" he choked between sobs, "My art is more rubbish than the jews!" Stalin sighed and stroked Hitler's shiny hair while kissing him lightly up his neck and behind his ear. "There, there Hitler, you are the most powerful man I know." They looked at each other deeply and knew then that it was true love.