April has always been a special month for us Hungarians. After all, it's peak cherry blossom season, so the whole of Budapest would fill with pinks and flowers all around... the sight alone usually put me in a good mood, but not this time.

I sit behind my desk, waiting, deep in thought as I look at the headlines of today's newspapers.

After over 16 of me in power, there will be an election coming very soon this month. And I don't think I'll manage to win. Not again. There is someone new, younger, and more determined than me who seeks to replace me. He is gaining popularity very fast. Too fast. People, the voters, are buying his and his party's propaganda. As for me, I may be enjoying being the prime minister for the last time, ever.

If only there was someone I could talk to... or someone who could help me...