It was a quiet but dark evening, even the very country that is full of loud people, drinking, casinos now sounded like a lullaby, having only the sound of a quiet wind and the sound of working lanterns on the sign "Welcome to Las Nevadas!".It was a little unusual, but better than the screams of some passers-by who just wanted to lose their money in the casino for the sake of something.

You were in one of the Las Nevadas buildings, you were the president here, you also ran one of the casinos, this building was white, like marble, white corridors around one of the offices, yours.Here you stood in front of one of your 'acquaintances' - William, or Wilbur, you were arguing again,he wanted to be closer to you again, to have at least some kind of support, although you can only expect the worst from this cold, revived bastard,who, having blown up his country, where he was president, went like a homeless person asking for love..