During the sanctions against Yugoslavia in the 90s

A single person enters the House of Flowers where Broz Tito was burred. It's the evening and visits at this time are only allowed to the selected few. We see the Serbian nation approach with a bouquet of flowers in a very sombre mood. As she draws near enough, she sighs and says: "Well, I hope you're happy" she starts.

The white marble tomb looks exceptionally quiet and peaceful surrounded by beautiful plants.

"The Yugolsavia you helped build is no longer living. Everyone has gone there separate ways. Some more violently than others...And I'm stuck here, suffering the consequences for all of them" she adds with a sigh.

All around her are memorabilia that remind here of him making her sad.

Flashback: The then still young and energetic Tito frantically goes over some documents and maps in his office. The nervous Serbia dabs her fingers on her forearm as she watches at what he is doing. "Do you really have to move so many factories to Slovenia? I mean don't they have industry left over from the Austro-Hungary era" she adds cautiously critical.

Her boss stops for a second to reply: "Sadly no. It seems they didn't put enough effort into him."

"I don't see why I have to suffer for it...And Croatia too?! Seriously, I have to put my factories under his control after everything he did..."

"I thought we agreed not to discuss that any more" her boss exclaims suddenly.

"Well yes but... Hey, how come you only scold me? I don't see you ever yelling at him about this issue?!" she says hurt.

Tito sighs: "As I already said, time and time again, you're the responsible one. He's still too stuck in his head. He...He needs time to mature."

"And until then I have to pamper to his every whim?" she adds with a raised eyebrow.

Becoming irritated, her Boss asks: "And what about Bosnia and Macedonia? Don't you won't them to thrive too? What are their people supposed to do without good jobs? Suck on rocks for nourishment?"

This hits the spot, making Serbia turn away from guilt. "Alright fine...I guess they can have them" she says quietly.

Tito then happily takes a pen and starts drawing on the large map of Yugoslavia.

Seeing what he is drawing, she extends her arm. "Wait, wait, wait...What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm drawing the new regional boarders."

"But why are you drawing Vojvodina and Kosovo separately?"

"For logistical purposes...That way they will be easier to administer locally" he continues proud of his idea.

With a few alarms going off in her head, she observes what he is doing even closer. Looking over the regional boarder of Kosovo, she yells: "Hey why are you putting Leposavić, Zvečan and Zubin Potok (Лепосавић, Звечан и Зубин Поток) inside of Kosovo? They were never historically linked to it."

"That way the Albanians will find it more appealing" he says not stopping what he is doing for a second.

"Wait, what! You want to bring more of them?! Don't they already have their country?"

"They're good workers! And besides, this way Albania may be tempted to join us. Sure, her people are a bit...set in their ways. But with better living conditions and an increase in life standard, I'm sure they will appreciate all the benefits our country has to offer."

Serbia rubs her face, and turns away furious.

Raising his head, Tito makes an annoyed face. He turns to his nations and almost pierces her with his gaze. "Serbia...do you trust me? Haven't I proven my capabilities as a capable leader that cares about the well-being of his citizens? Haven't I made alliances and built up our reputation in the world? What were you before Yugoslavia? A weak little nation left to the mercy of any powerful empire that looked this way."

Serbia bows her head listening. He takes a step closer. "Look, I know I am asking you to make a lot of sacrifices. I realise it is not an easy thing to do for you. But please understand...this is for the greater good. It will bring peace and prosperity to all of us" he says slowly watching her every move.

Still extremely reluctant, she looks at him sideways. Catching his stare, Serbia exhails beaten. "If it's for the greater good...Then who am I to say no" she barely manages to utter.

End of flashback: Back at the House of Flowers, Serbia continues her monologue. "Were you that afraid of me? What did I do to make you see me as such a threat to the new Yugoslav nation?...Did you see what happened from wherever you ended up? This is what your greater good has lead to!" she says holding back tears.

"All of the relations I worked so hard to maintain were destroyed in an instant. Bosnia and Croatia call me a monster. They would rather have foreign ambassadors rule over them than have anything to do with me. So much for your Brotherhood and Unity! My people lost their homes, many lost their lives...Serbian refugees hurl to me but what can I give them? We're all locked here to suffer on our own away from the gaze of the world. There are no black and white photos taken of Serbian children crying and put up in newspapers. No tear-jerking reports are made by the outside media of our people fleeing for their lives. No documentaries and speeches given in the great halls of foreign democracies. They...they call us 'genocidal people'. Can you believe that? Not just me...the entirety of my people! What do they think we do here?! Do they think I have an army of little girls with Barbie AK-47s marching on my enemies?" she says with a scoff.

The frame shows us the tomb. Serbia, with the bouquet still in hand, takes a step closer. "So, here is my final verdict on your rule oh brave and capable leader" she says and throws the flowers at the tomb. The bouquet hits it and falls to the ground. "Thanks for nothing" she says with a quivering voice and turns towards the door crying.

Next scene: Outside, we see the people still out in the cool evening. There is very little to do for young people because many major night clubs were closed. "There is a scarcity of cigarettes, gas too. In fact, many things have to be smuggled in. Luckily, many older people had some savings in foreign currency but that quickly disappeared after a few notorious bank frauds. Domestic money lost its value by the day. The zeros on the bills were piling up like crazy" Serbia narrates.

Next scene: A small family in front of a TV, mother father and a young daughter playing with her toys. They are all watching TV. The parents looks especially worried, with the father often grabbing his head clueless about what to do. They whisper about money and leave the room to continue the discussion in order not to disturb the girl. As the child sleeps they prepare the car to smuggle in some more goods through dangerous mountain paths. "There was a shift in the people's perspective too. While Yugoslavia was still whole, there was very little crime. Mostly because Tito would ship criminals to other European states. Another one of his bright ideas.

But now, only a few years later, the survivor instinct seems to have kicked in, making everyone way too accepting of petty crimes...and desensitised towards the more serious ones. What can I say, it's like the entire country was put in a state of deep depression."

Next scene: Serbia comes back to a house whose look compliments her inner state perfectly. She lays on the couch and turns on the TV. A music show is on, full of glamour and up-beat rhythms. The dancers, with ostrich feathers parade like they are in a Vegas live show. Singers, in skimpy dresses that would probably cost a average family an annual salary, show off their singing skills. The Music videos are bright, fast and catchy. "It may seem strange, but the glitz and glamour of TV back then did the trick. It helped people switch off from their grim reality...at least for a little while" she concludes.

The final frame is of Serbia watching the program. Her worried expression has changed into a smile.