28. June 1914 – before dawn

We see Serbia opening a chest with a big smile on her face, from the perspective of something inside it. She eagerly wiggles her fingers and carefully takes something out.

Next scene: Her office. From a different angle, we see she is in her male uniform and a half shaven head taking out a very natural looking brown wig. It's straight and shiny, a treat she has ordered from Paris. Serbia puts it on her head excited and looks in a mirror taken from her drawer. Seeing herself with this beautiful wig makes her all giddy. "Oh God, I really needed this" she says with glee.

Next scene: Outside the building, Serbia's head peaks out of the door. She steps out and we see that she is wearing a modest cotton dress suit and a leather bag. Her wig is stylized into a typical young woman look and is covered with a simple hat. She sneaks around like a teenager going out with friends without her parent's permission.

Next scene: On the outskirts of the capital, the sun is rising painting the sky all shades of red. Serbia walks alone deep in thought. "Should I be worried about Franz Ferdinand being in Sarajevo today? I mean, we sent a memo explaining everything. The Austro-Hungarian Emperor can't be that big of a fool. After the death of his only son and later his wife, he should be protecting this heir like a porcelain figurine. I'm sure everything is going to be fine" we hear her inner monologue.

"I certainly scared my poor assistant to death. I almost scared myself. I really should learn to filter my words when I'm upset...But still, I'm sure I made the right choice. I can't delay my plans every time a mayor power does something that annoys me. I wouldn't have time to do anything else" she continues watching the road ahead of her.

"And besides..." she starts a new train of thought when a sound of small steps creeps up on her. She feels the warmth of a small body near her leg. She looks down and flinches after seeing Runt by her side.

"What are you doing here?! You are supposed to be at the house, watching over the estate" she yells surprised.

"Grunt" Runt shortly replies.

Serbia shakes her head. "I already told you why you can't come. A young girl travelling alone is suspicious enough. If I bring you along, there is not a pair of eyes that won't be gawking at me."

Runt pleads rubbing his head against her shin. "I said no" she says determined but calm. Runt becomes upset. He grunts something at her which she rolls her eyes to.

"Oh please, you can't guilt trip me into taking you along. Can't you simply accept that I want to do this alone?" she says.

The little pig raises his snout as high as he can while stamping his hoof. He then turns. "Grunt grunt" he says and walks away. Serbia's face turns red. "Oh yeah...listen here you walking pork chop! I look damn good with this wig on! Now go home before I decide I want barbecue for breakfast" she yells frantically shaking her hands. Runt walks away unfazed. She growls for a minute more, takes a deep breath and continues on her journey.

Next scene: After the morning liturgy in church Lazarica*.

*{Church of the Holy First Martyr Stephen, a.k.a Lazarica, is a place where Princ Lazar with his army prayed before the battle of Kosovo}

We see Serbia, with her hair covered, putting something down and standing up. "There, I think that should be enough" she says wiping her forehead. We see that a bottom metal container, reserved for lighting candles for the dead, is completely packed and could very well be a fire hazard. She feels peace, for the first time after stepping out of her office that morning. She hasn't slept well, tossing and turning, dreading what Austria is going to do about the potential threat. But here, all her anxieties seemed to have vanished.

Serbia stepping out, completely calm, and with each passing step, her face becomes more and more worried. All of her negative thoughts and doubts return one by one, as if they were merely waiting outside the door for her.

Next scene: At the field where the battle happened. She sits on the grass cupping her knees, unable to relax. She sighs burying her head: "I though this would be a memorable experience. That it would help me remember better the days of my youth. But all I feel is dread. Why? I'm sure that Austria and Hungary have taken precautions by now."

Flashback: A few days ago in the Austro-Hungarian palace. Austria has his eyebrow raised while looking at an officer. "That's it? That's the entire message?" he asks the man.

"Yes, my Empire" the officer replies standing still.

Austria makes a face pondering. "Is Serbia going to do something about it?" he asks.

"No additional information was given to me, your Empire."

Hungary looks at her husband worried while Austria looks back at the newspaper he has been holding. "Then there is no need for alarm" he says and dismisses the man.

After he leaves, Hungary leans in and whispers: "Are you sure that is wise? What if something happens to the Archduke?"

Austria replies still reading the newspaper: "Don't be absurd my dear. It's probably just a prank."

End of flashback: Serbia, still on the field, opens her medium-sized bag. She takes out another grey wig along with a long scarf and a mask. "And now for the third thing I wanted to do today" she says smiling.

2014 - Belgrade (anecdote)

We see a grandiose bridge over an even mightier river Danube. The narrator speaks: "The news is pretty grim these days. Let's take five with a funny anecdote of what happens when two superstitious countries meet."

China and Serbia are standing near the construction admiring the view. "This is an excellent bridge. Thank you" Serbia says impressed.

China smiles: "Nothing to it. I am so pleased that you like it."

Serbia looks around seeming content. "Well, I think everything is ready for the opening ceremony tomorrow. Are you ready to go?"

"Wait, just one more thing" China says excited and runs to a large rectangle covered with black fabrics. He swiftly takes it down, revealing the monument underneath. Serbia looks at it astounded.

"In honor of the friendship of our two people I present you with this plaque" China says ceremoniously. Serbia stands staring at it. A big drop of sweat falls from her forehead. "I'm..um...lost for words" she finally utters.

China seems confused. He looks at the black marble monument, beautifully cut, with golden letters in both languages. "Is something misspelled? I ordered that everything should be checked twice."

"No...it's not that. Everything on it is perfect" she says with a quivering smiles, still very nervous. China scratches his head. "What is the problem then?" he asks.

"Well...don't get me wrong. It's lovely. A very lovely...tombstone" she says carefully.

He flinches in shock. "Are you serious?!" he asks. Serbia nods: "Yes...people usually put them over the graves of their loved ones."

China looks at her and then at the marble plaque, then again at her and again at the plaque.

He frowns and then says loudly waving his arms: "Your GDP is under 40 billion dollars! How can you afford marble as tombstones!"

"Doesn't everyone?" she asks confused.