The World meeting had been going on for three hours by now. Ivan Braginski, Russia, sat on his chair waiting for the other countries to stop arguing. They had all gathered there to solve the world's problems and to save the Earth and the environment. Ivan had supposed the meeting to go like it was now. Every nation except him was speaking with each other, shouting, or fighting physically on the floor. The Russian sighed heavily and couldn't help the situation. The conference was no success.

After Ivan got back home in Irkutsk, he made some tea for himself to relax his nerves and to warm up his freezing body. He tried to come up with something useful for the world's situation. The man poured some tea into his cup and sat down to drink, watching out through the window. It had started snowing outside. The man really felt like the tea went to every cold spot in his body and warmed it. Ivan closed his eyes and cleared his mind which began to feel so calm and peaceful. Ready to be taken over.

Suddenly he couldn't control himself anymore. The evil side of him was laughing inside his head, ready to solve any problem – on it's own way. Dark Ivan stood up from his seat and hurried to the study room, with a diabolical smirk on his face. He picked up the phone and dialed to the Russian army.

"The Russian army," was heard from the phone.

"Listen. I need you to do exactly as I say. Drop bombs to Iraq, the U.S. And Switzerland. We're starting a war to solve all the conflicts and to get rid of all the useless people."

He sounded demonic and absolutely sure that his actions were going to make the world a better place.

"But Mr. Russia-"

"Shut up and act!" Ivan shouted and hung up the phone. Then his head started to ache so much he had to grab the table's edge for not to fall onto the floor. He went back to the kitchen to get something to drink. As the water went down his throat, he felt his mind clear up again, but quickly he was more tired than ever. He decided to take a nap, not remembering what happened just minutes ago. The man walked to the living room, laid down on a couch, letting his heavy eyelids close. Then he drifted to sleep.

Ivan woke up only fifteen minutes later, and realized what he had done. He started immediately to panic. Unsure what he should do, Ivan rushed to call to the army.

"Forget everything I said earlier," he said with a worried and shaky tone in his voice.

"We afraid it's too late, Mr. Russia-"

"No! Call them back!"

"We cannot do that, Mr. Russia. They are out of range, their radios won't work."

"No..."

Ivan fell onto the floor. He felt like the whole world was against him, but actually only his bad self and it's few allies undercover were needed. He didn't really want war. His good self didn't want war. His dark side just took control sometimes. Tiny tears dripped from the trembling man's eyes.

Epilogue

The nuclear war had destroyed the Earth. The civilization had died. The ground was black, burned and mostly covered by dust. There laid complete silence, which was broken by a light breeze. One little piece of paper fell onto the ground from the skies. It was half burned and it had blood stains on it, but you could read a few lines. Letters were written with a hurry and fear, they were shaky, not able to stay on the rows. The note said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean all this to happen. Forgive me. At least I'm dying now."

Then the text went unreadable. Tears had messed the ink.