You never thought you would watch your home fall into the hands of corruption.

You had lived a simple life. Born and raised in a village off the edge of Russia. It was nice, peaceful. But you got bored of seeing the same things day in, day out. So you packed up your stuff at 22. Moved to the city. Started fresh. It was a nice change, you didn't mind the business of Moscow. It reminded you that life was still out there.

However in recent months a party had began to rise to power. The Konni party. You didn't think much of it at first. You didn't care for politicians. That was until they started getting violent. It wasn't so much with civilians. That's what you were grateful for. But any violence is enough to be bad.

But now here you were. Election day. The Konni party had really made a name for themselves. Propaganda was everywhere.

You stood outside the election poll. Konni soldiers were outside, attempting to scare people into voting for them. You sighed. It was them or a party that could not run the hands of Russia. You slowly made your way inside to sign in and vote, but when you walked in, you were greater with the leader of the Konni party himself. Vladimir Makarov.

He was stood off to the side. Probably sizing up the people of his soon to be army. He looked sophisticated, someone who could potentially do well for Russia. Dressed in a black and red suit, no tie though.

You seemed to be staring too long. His gaze caught yours. His lifeless eyes narrowing. Trying to understand you. Why you weren't scared. He then smirked and turned to the guard, whispering something. Like he saw something he wanted..