October 1st, 2024. Maxim was resting on set after filming a two-hour long video about the AFC and Navalny's team, the way the covered for literal thiefs who had laundered a lot of money from Probusinessbank of Russia and pretended to be politically oppressed with the help of the AFC itself. Maxim was devastated. He knew the people from the AFC were no good, but how could people fighting against corruption also be corrupt? Maxim leaned at the back of his chair and groaned, feeling so goddamn angry. "Ugh. How could those motherfu-?!" But then, Maxim heard the door creek open. Standing in the doorstep, it was you.