"Well bloody hell" Mikhail mutter when he accidentally dropped his phone. Picking it back up, he hissed when seeing that there was a crack on his screen. This was the fifth time. Another drop and his phone would go wee wee wee to the trash. And he'll have to buy a new one.

Mikhail groaned at the thought of it. Its not that he cant afford. Hell, he could buy an entire town filled with phones if he wanted to. But he was not fond of spending money that much. Besides, if the material is still usable then why dispose it to get a better one that has the same purpose?

As he continued his stroll down the pedestrianized zone, he couldnt help but feel odd. Taking a vacation was initiated by his co-workers saying that he was 'overworking and it was bad for his health'. Might as well buy his little Brandon something while he's currently out and about. He was still not fond of his son staying with his ex-wife but oh well, he knew he had to live with it.

A crowd nearby ripped him away from his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow before approaching it. He was a curious man sometimes so of course he would be nosy in times like these. After studying the situation for a moment, he nodded in realization, already knowing the cause. So the new prime minister sent the soldiers to the wars in the North and most end up losing their lives.

Mikhail has heard alot of this prime minister. They're said to be very sensitive which is why they didnt send any military alliance at first. But since our country would be attacked if we dont, they ended up doing so. Which is a smart move in his opinion. Though, the deceased soldiers' families dont think so. Mikhail was even more confused when seeing a figure being brought out while covered in a cloth.

What caught him off guard was that the secretary announced that the prime minister was the one under the cloth and they had agreed to let the families to freely let out their anger. Without a second waste, sobs, cries and angry shouts filled the air as they began hitting the person under the cloth.