It was a world of the future. There were many wars, apocalypses, revolutions. Everyone tried to put their contribution into this pseudo-dictatorial anarchy.

Elm was a bald, tall, very thin, pale man with an obsessive desire to show pathetic people that he was stronger and better. To prove that he was not the one who could be denied a job and mocked. He wanted to be higher and more important. To be a god dictator with his own system of punishing the opposition.

It was a cold autumn day. Elm stood on the balcony of a high tower attached to a skyscraper. He was majestic in an iron mask. He stood above 200 people that his men captured in the city. He promised them a lot and they were imbued with the idea. Elm wanted his own country.

Elma spoke loudly and majestically. The microphone made his voice creepy

"My loyal slaves. My citizens. Your president Elm will give you a good life. But if you are against it, everything will be worse for you" although he held himself proudly, he himself was in a bulletproof vest and with guards everywhere