A Paradise. A cake stolen from the 4th Reich. Russian outcast in Canada...

Foreword
It's a wonderful day. To walk around an insane asylum. Isn't a walk through insanity just a walk in the park? Perhaps an asylum is the park. So let's walk through the park. It's a piece of cake.
Just like the cake that was created for the anniversary of the establishment of the 4th Reich of Canada, and stolen by the Russians, sent to Canada, and given to a honorable outcast who lives in a shack in the capital of Krasnobinsk. The cake starts off on its journey in France, where the nazis wanted to ship it to the capital of Canada after it was turned over to Germany and renamed Munchausen. Yet that moment never came, because the German rocket that was supposed to obliterate the Capital of Canada had veered off course, setting the Russian takeover of Munchausen into motion. That's when Victor Nikov decided to move 100s of miles away from Munchausen, after it was renamed Krasnobinsk. Victor remained trustworthy to the Russian people, as well as the authority. And yet he was forced to live in a shack in primitive conditions. Russian authorities soon summoned the cake to be handed over and it would be transported in the back of the bandwagon through rough country, or "ruff!" country, 500 miles, all of the way to Victor. Then Victor would eat the cake in his primitive backyard. And the irony of the situation, is that this was a man who lived so primitively in such hostile environments, yet was eating a cake originally intended for the German high command, who's members created it to celebrate the founding of Canada's capital, after which it was turned over and renamed in German lettering. The cake read in German, "In honor of the founding of Munchausen". And yet this cake was now owned by Victor, a lost soul who was mistreated by his fellow country people, despite his social status. He was an outsider, and had actually been treated like a dog. Yet he was known as "Doberman", and he ate the cake accordingly. When there was no cake left over, Victor (or Doberman) would work profusely until he earned enough diamonds in the "Ruff!" (As he liked to call it) to but himself a set of loudspeakers to install out in his territory, the American wilderness, where he lived hundreds of miles from the villages. And upon purchasing the Loudspeakers, he would get bored with his life. And so the crumbs of cake that he had unintentionally scattered across the Earth's floor would make him jealous, so he dubbed them "diamonds in the "RUFF!" And so goes.the story of Mr Nikov, who had to express his concerns through his loudspeakers. And yet the Russians that now ruled over much of Canada...they could not hear his barks. Because he and the cake he had ate...they were well...just "Diamonds in The Rough" to the Russians. And they didn't recognize his voice as barking. Because he was intelligent.