I am known as Ivan Braginsky. I am one of the most powerful people on Earth. I currently reside in Russia. I've tasted power, complete control of Earth. And though I am almighty, I am still human. So I do know defeat, loss, heartbreak, and death.
I understand why people would covet my position. Even I love the feeling that I could make people become one with Mother Russia. But there are more bad things than good. I'm isolated, treated as something fragile rather than a human being. Assassins are always after me (not that I care, but I'm not allowed to kill them). The people I love abandon me one by one. And I'm never looked at as me.
I never wanted this life. Nyet, that's untrue. I once wanted this life. But the moment, I entered this hell, I could never go back. I'll admit, there was once a time I loved being in this position. I actually began to think my life will turn into something better. Being who I am allowed me to meet the person of my dreams.
But I guess it was fated that he was taken away from me too.
I am known in history as Ivan Braginsky. I'm sure my status will be changed soon enough. I've written about what has happened to me in the last couple of years. And in the end, you'll find out the truth; of me and my relation with the other person with the same status as me.
Alfred. Alfred F. Jones
I never get tired of writing his name, even now. But I'm getting ahead of myself. It all started with my first love, my precious porcelain doll, Wang Yao.
I hope you liked this short prologue. I'm currently working on the first chapter. So please be patient. NOTICE! This fic will be updated irregularly. ALSO, this fic will be rated T, but may go up in the future, depending...
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