It's 2026. The world itself is imploding. In russia, another riot in red square tears through the city of Moscow. The OMON stand at attention, lined up like roman Spartans. The FSB dots The perimeter, their presence itself intimidating. Roksana stands at the center of the riot line, at attention yet bored, chewing on a peice of gum

R: Ugh! I had today off, to! she groans, annoyed at the loud rioters