Dear friends and fiction-addicts, week n. 5 has come and this time I want to challenge you with a story based in Ukraina, Chenobyl nuclear plant. Can you handle it?
A contest with a pot of 3 
shares + the SBD payout? You're in the right place!
I write a story, you finish it, you get rewarded. Everyone will get a reward and enjoy each other stories! Not bad right? :-)
The Hollywood Effect
The still sky of February was a dirty white brick above the town of Chernihivs'ka, an hour and a half east from the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. That morning was so cold that even breathing was hurting.
The old lada advanced through the Desnyans'kyi district, directed to the Hollywood Mall like an uncertain icebreaker in spring along the Bering Strait. "Hollywood Mall, what a dumb fucking name," thought Hennadiy, driving his lada- icebreaker, crusted with old mud and ice. There was nothing further from Hollywood than that human agglomeration. Especially on a cold winter morning, at the end of a grueling nightshift checking warehouses, placing stupid "Dozor Security" cards under doors or windows.
At the intersection between Rokossovs'koho and Travnia Street, a bright colored billboard caught his attention: a flourishing freckled girl was estatically savoring a spoonful of instant soup antychni smaky.
"Lyubov is more beautiful than you," Hennadiy thought instinctively, and a lump in his throat suddenly formed.
Yes, Lyubov, with your high cheekbones and the blue eyes made of ancient ice, you were so beautiful that it hurted me and when I stared at you, my lost gaze, you used to burst out laughing, throw me a fist, then we made love. You were a fierce and joyous creature, never aware of how much your beauty could set those around you in awe. You.. we were many things before your light began to fade and your colors faded away too, like the sad fences I now watch from the fucking Hollywood mall. Until this nightshift will be over. Until you too will be finished, distant from me, in the hands of another lover named heroin. Thinking that everything had started as a foolish game, with that Nazar "the Spaniard", his feigned friendship and his pearls of wisdom like "After three times you have to stop otherwise you'll get the monkey". All our dreams went to hell, Lyuba, I let you do that, I let you slip away slowly together with our future.
Hennadyi finished the cigarette, throwing the stump, extinguished well before touching the icy puddle.
Enveloped in his thoughts, a memory suddenly surfaced bringing a glimmer of hope.
He remembered of that night when he finally faced Nazar and beat him hard, his face swollen by his fists after the fight: "If you really care to make a change in your life, why don't you follow me in the zone? I could have an interesting job for you. After that, you can buy all the smack you want for your Lyuba".
Hennadyi was seven years old when, in 1986, the reactor exploded, interrupting for more than a year his games in the yard and distorting the life of his whole family. His father, a surveyor, had worked on the almost impossible rehabilitation of the nuclear power plant, right in the area of reactor n.4. The coffin. They were called "liquidators" and it was thanks to their heroic and, unfortunately, unconscious work that the radiation was contained within the areas subsequently called "alienation zone".
The worst areas, with radioactivity exceeding 40 curies per square km of cesium 137, had been completely confiscated and closed. That exclusion was in force till today. For security reasons, at least this was the official version.
It was Wednesday, Hennadyi promised himself that in the evening he would go to the old canteen, the Dining Chernobyl n. 19, to meet that son of a bitch of Nazar and understand more.
For those that want to join the fun, here is how this contest works:
1. I write an unfinished fiction story
2. You finish it with a comment in the comment section or your own post
3. YOU WIN! For next round, I will donate at least 3
It's super simple and most of all we'll enjoy our fiction ideas!
Nothing is mandatory here, but voting is highly appreciated. Just enjoy and prepare for a trip into my delirious fiction world!
The results will be out on Monday 2nd April, 11 pm avg., UTC +1 (i.e. California is UTC -8). Submission deadline: Monday 2nd April, 8 pm, UTC +1. There will be time for everyone to develop the fiction idea.
