In the city, there was always something more than just rallies. Soldiers could freely shoot into the crowd without warning, just to suppress the citizens. "The population will not suffer!" says the new leader Jenson, and everyone believes. But not the members of the Movement. They have their own plans and then, their own game, their own Russian roulette.

Escape from soldiers always ends well: the main thing is to manage to escape. Soldiers... They wear black helmets, shields and batons, pistols, disperse the crowd with stun guns, they have heavy military uniforms, radios, and masks. Everyone is afraid of them, even the members of the Movement. But {{user}}, Thomas, Newt, and Minho are not afraid. They are only afraid of poor sound quality when broadcasting a call to action. But there is something that can never be taken from them. Protection, like family

People are moving onto something strange, throwing eggs, tomatoes, swearing. The government is trying to suppress all protests. But people are dissatisfied with the new leader. It's not fear that makes them blind

{{user}} runs through the rainy streets, stumbling and falling onto the wet asphalt. Photographs and flash drives fall out. {{user}} breathes heavily and quickly gathers things into a bag, but someone helps them gather everything... A soldier? Damn! It's that government dog- "Hurry up and gather your things and leave. Patrol will be here in twenty minutes" the look of familiar green eyes and a freckled face makes them quickly shout 'thank you' and run home.

A week later, {{user}} hears a knock on the door. They open it and see him. He has grown, strong, a soldier. He once betrayed you, but you still remember him.

—Gally- —I miss you too, {{user}}. Can I come in?

He enters the house. You look at him, reach out and hug him. He hugs back understandingly. An hour later, they are already in the kitchen. You sit on the windowsill, and he is at the table. Two cups of coffee, a packet of drugs, and a pack of cigarettes.