Chapter 8: Last Laughter
18th May - 23:00,on the way to Moscow
Arisha's PoV
I'm in Dnipro,observing the landscape of that city and letting the cold night wind flow through me,while I'm still inside the military jeep,with a driver riding beside me. It will be around twelve hours until I get to Moscow. I needed some rest after a long but worth march to Belgrade.
It warmed my heart when I saw Vuk with his people cheering at me and my military while we marched in Belgrade,as opposed to the Anglo-American ones when they got pelted with fruits and vegetables by Greeks to show that they're not welcome,with the lead of Athene Karpusi,and also got Alfred's face pelted by a rotten tomato. It was a comedy gold!
Meanwhile,before Yeltsin died,I was so...jealous at Vuk over the last eight years for being treated with respect and dignity. He didn't complained to me about Milosevic because he didn't abused him,as Yeltsin did to me. But now...now my life has started to become more better. My new president Putin said that me and my people are at the new Transition Period and that he'll slowly and progressively change the disastrous Neoliberal Yeltsin's policies and effects into the new shape.
He has led Russia for just two days as an Interim President and yet he acted as if he was on this position for a year. He may have many flaws,or he could even rule with an iron fist and turn it into an Authoritarian State,but compared to Yeltsin,he's the opposite.
My thoughts have stopped by the sudden ringing from my phone. I took and put it on my ear.
"Privet?" I said,gently.
"Ni Hao!" a joyful and familiar voice exclaimed "How are you?"
It's Liu Wang,my best friend ever! Thank God that it's not the pindo to nag me about how his "Pax Americana" is the greatest achievement of man,and that me being physically and mentally humiliated throughout my life is,somehow,"good for humanity".
He also got humiliated three times during the ongoing bombings against Vuk by having his Nighthawk downed,getting captured in Macedonia (please don't kill me for saying this word,Athene) and pelted by a rotten tomato,but that's NOTHING compared to my own humiliations.
"Better than ever." I replied,proudly.
""Better than ever"?" she said,shocked "I thought that you were usually sick and miserable."
"Not anymore,I've killed Yeltsin three days ago and with it,my formerly surviving life has started to change." I said,smiling.
"Glad to hear it,Yeltsin was such a pain for the World that isn't Alfred's." she said "Come to think of it,from what I've heard from the news,the new President of Russia is Vladimir Putin,right?"
"Yes." I answered,simply.
"Great!" she exclaimed,happily "Speaking of him,he called me and said that he supports my idea of having another UNSC meeting to have a dialogue for stopping the bombings against your brother."
"Excellent! Has Alfred agreed about that?" I asked her.
"No. He hasn't picked up his telephone." she answered,angrily "Since his attack on my embassy eleven days ago,I haven't stopped calling him to talk to me."
What a scoundrel.
"It's probably because he doesn't want to hear from a "Communist"." I stated,annoyed "It's a lack of respect,but I'm not sure if he knows what "respect" is."
We both laughed in low voice,sourly.
"What a shame..." she concluded "I'll keep calling him until he answers me,three times per day."
"I wish you good luck!" I also concluded,and ended the call.
Moscow,19th May - 13:00
I'm at the cafeteria near the place where I live called Tverskaya Apartment. I slept pretty well,perhaps because yesterday was the first day that I managed to go to bed at a normal hour in a month.
I saw the people in the streets,with few beggars sitting near the square,begging for money or food,and still suffering and struggling to find a way to improve their life. It may seem that it hasn't changed that much since the death of the drunkard,but I hope that the Putin's "Transition Plan" doesn't go wrong. Otherwise,it will be all for nothing and "business as usual".
As I ate my breakfast,I heard someone calling me in the distance behind me.
"Arisha!" someone has shouted "What are you doing here?!"
I turned. It's Vladimir Putin. Oh no,I felt the fear rolling around my stomach. From my self-experience during the Yeltsin's time,if Yeltsin caught me,he would grab me and drag me to his office,with or without the slap.
"Having breakfast." I replied,calmly,looking at him.
"And you need to get out of your shift at Kremlin to have breakfast?" he asked.
"Yes." I answered,letting the slight laugh escape my lips "Why's that bad? I always have a pause to eat there."
Then,I took a deep breath through my nose,waiting for the slap. But what I've instead got was his smile.
"I see." he concluded,before he left me "Enjoy the meal,but you must arrive on the scheduled time in Kremlin."
I was astonished. The way that he shown respect to me,as opposed to Yeltsin. Though Yeltsin had sometimes shown some respect when he addressed me the right way on 1st March when he asked me why's Vuk so important to me. Otherwise,it's a rare thing for Yeltsin to do so during his Administration.
Once I finished the meal,I quickly went to the Kremlin,but not before I washed my face and dressed up for the work.
17:30
I'm currently working for Putin by assembling some of his papers and do many tasks that every Kremlin Official would do. He's more like Adele than Yeltsin: He's very strict about the rules but at the same time,he's a good listener.
While I was in the midst of doing the scheduled works,the phone has rang. I approached and took it. I hope that it's either Natalia or Vuk.
"Hello,Arisha,is that you?" a disgustingly familiar voice asked me.
It's that jackass again. Why is he calling me all of the sudden? Maybe because of what happened to Yeltsin four days ago? You know,the one who loves so much?
"Nope,it's your dead grandma (if he had any)." I answered sarcastically,in an annoyed tone "OF COURSE I'm Arisha,you blithering idiot. What do you want from me?"
"I've heard that your old president has died in a brutal death." Well,duh! "I'm asking this because,for what I can check from the news and recordings,you shot him."
"Yes I did and I'm proud of it." I stated "My new President Vladimir Putin is far more better replacement than your own stooge."
"Yes,he's been on the headlines for quite a while,actually." he said,ignoring my statement "Everyone's talking about him and he can be a great ally for us,don't you think?"
For 'US'?! No. Never. Not in million years.
"I think not." I replied,in a serious tone,covering my growing anger "You did far more damage to me and my people by just putting your nose on my domestic affairs like you're doing now."
This unwanted conversation is growing more tense and provocative. I don't want to have Putin serve him!
"Meh,whatever." he dismissed me,then asked "Now,I saw the Russians marching through Serbia. Have you supposed not to intervene in other wars,especially when it comes to helping the Genocidal Brat?"
He fucking said it. I clenched my fist slowly but tightly. I'm not sure how many times did he said that label on this year,but it's so disgusting it's not even funny.
I felt tempted to smash the phone to pieces in rage,but I instead took a deep breath and remained silent for five seconds.
"Listen here,pindo,the only "Genocidal Brat" that exists is you!" I snapped at him,angrily "You're the one who's bombing innocents from the one that was NOT your threat,and yet you still have the guts to label my little brother as such!"
He's so lucky that he wasn't near me so that I can slap him again like I did two months ago in New York,harder. One and a half minutes have passed and yet he already managed to piss me off! I fucking hate him...
"Say what you will,russky. That's none of your concern." he tried to assure me.
You tell me...
"Yes it is! When will you stop the bombings?!" I demanded,still angrily.
"Why the fuck do you care,anyway? The bombings will last as long as they can get,glad that you've asked." he answered,in a serious and annoyed tone,after three seconds of his silence "The day when that dictator capitulates and accepts my conditions,lest assured,the bombings will stop and you won't have to call for another wasteful UNSC meeting every two months to please your paranoid delusions."
"Paranoid delusions"?! HE'S the one who's paranoid and deluded,especially over the Cold War. He's still obsessed with the witch hunt against Leftism,but he's too much of a coward to admit it.
"Understood..." I seethed,gritting my teeth and shaking with anger.
"Good,I was just checking you out." he concluded,then mocked "By the way,for all his belligerence and incompetence,Boris Yeltsin was a true Russian leader,right,Arisha?."
I slammed the phone shut,loudly enough for Putin to hear me. I almost broke it.
"Ариша?!" he shouted,loudly and curiously,opening the huge door and walking towards me "What was that noise?"
I put my palm to my head on my forehead and released a frustrated sigh.
"It was me,sir." I answered. He must know who Alfred Jones really is. "I slammed the phone out of anger because I couldn't resist his further provocations. He's getting on my nerves."
"Who?" he asked.
"Alfred Jones,my Archnemesis." I said,respectively "If you've heard of him before,he's really obsessed with me,has supported your predecessor and he's the one who bombs my brother Vuk,sir."
"You mean,the one that I've had a conversation with three hours ago?"
"WHAT?!" I snapped at him,shocked "I didn't knew that he had a conversation with you."
"Yes,he was quite gentle,though a bit disturbing." my president described. Then complained "He accused me of "supporting and sympathizing" with the "Genocidal Regime" of Serbia for sending a division with you to Belgrade,even though I simply asked him to accept the call for another UNSC meeting that your friend Liu is arranging,but he just dismissed me."
I think that he's a fast learner. He'll soon realize about what a World we're all living in,my people and my siblings included.
"I hate to say it,but..." I added,advising him that peace against the pindo is useless "If you're trying to convince the Westerners to stop the bombings,you can let it slide,you're not going to achieve anything."
After my words,everything was silent for several seconds,but Putin broke it.
"Well,if that's what comes down to..." he concluded,finally understanding me "You're free to go,I'm going to write something "important" to them."
"A letter?" I asked.
"No...better..." he said,smiling,but in a low voice "I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Again,you're free to go now."
I nodded,thanked him and went back to my apartment to rest. Working for him is by far the best thing that I can offer for myself. Unlike Yeltsin,Putin didn't smelt of alcohol and berated me randomly whenever he feels that I "slipped up.".
22:00
I'm preparing myself to read a book before I go to bed after I finished the dinner. The book I've chosen was the "Around the World in Eighty Days",a French adventure novel written by Jules Verne. Adele has recommended for me to read,and I thank her for her suggestion.
As I enjoyed reading and analyzing a few chapters,particularly about the meaning of the technological progress and explorations of the book's time in the late 19th Century and the main characters,another phone call of today rang.
I took a deep breath if it's not Alfred again and,thankfully,he wasn't. It's Vuk.
"Здраво,Arisha,how are you?" he asked,checking if I'm alright.
"Doing better,my dear." I assured him "I'm still having a headache from the conversation with that disgusting pindo. You?"
"Same,also doing better,but not quite." he answered "Now,I have something to tell you."
"Say it,I'm pleased to hear you." I said,in a motherly tone,smiling.
"Well...today,NATO has bombed Gnjilane and Dragisa Misovic hospital,killing seven people altogether and the injured estimates are unknown." he explained,in a sad tone,then turned into a happy one "But on the other hand,my army have just entered a village named Istok to investigate Dubrava Prison. It has been rumored that the prisoners inside it were the KLA detainees."
"That's bad and good to hear at the same time." I said.
"How's your new president? Do you get along with him?" my brother asked me.
"A very strict and potentially authoritarian,but a great man." I answered "In fact,I enjoyed working for him. He respects me the way your own president does."
"That's great!" he exclaimed,giggling. Then,he said in a shy voice "I'm sorry if I interrupted your sleep because I called you late..."
"No worries,Vukie." I assured him,again "Better to get called by you in the middle of a deep night than to get called by the pindo in the bright morning."
"T...thanks..." he concluded and hanged the phone.
Half an hour later,I finished the fifth chapter of this book. It made me feel better,and even more so when Vuk have called me. Keep fighting,my bro,you'll defeat him someday. Then,I turned the lamp off and went to sleep.
20th May - 15:15
Putin has announced to me that he has just delivered a major speech three hours before I arrived in Kremlin. He said that it has to do with a conversation between me and him yesterday.
"Follow me,Arisha." he ordered me "We're going to have a serious discussion."
About what? The "Important Letter"? Possibly.
I followed him to his office. As he opened the door,I closed it,sat on a chair next to his own and he sat on his chair,placing his clasped hands on the desk.
"Arisha," he said,opening the drawer,taking the letter and showing it to me "do you know what's this?"
I took it from his hands and examined it. It was short,but severe. It was an Ultimatum.
"W...why did you wrote that?" I asked him "For who?"
"For the West." he answered,in a calm but severe tone "And in particular,for America,Britain and Germany."
I'm glad that he has had the guts to threaten the pindo through the Ultimatum,and the Beilschmidts to a lesser degree. But...why Emily? Yes,she's Alfred's older sister but...I'm one of her best friends,along with Adele,since the Entente formation in 1904.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well,I originally intended to allow you to go for another UNSC meeting with your friend in order to resolve the bombing campaign against your brother." he explained "However,since you've told me yesterday that convincing them wouldn't achieve anything,I've decided to write an Ultimatum to them. They've asked for it."
And he's right,the Atlanticists have asked for it since 24th March. Still,I have to know more about his Ultimatum.
"Understood. Now," I asked again "what does your Ultimatum consist of?"
"It has a rather short but severe message in it." he explained again "They'll have exactly 72 hours to have their embassies and their diplomats leave Russia...or face the inevitable."
"And what would happen if they don't accept or ignore it?" I asked him further.
"Then the diplomats and all the rest of the officials will die after the destruction of their representative embassies." he explained further,firmly "There will be causalities,but that's the only apparent way that they'll get it. You,me and even Yeltsin had tried to appease them with easy ways,but now,it ends here. They'll get it in a hard way."
"What?! Are you crazy?!" I snapped at him,in a feared tone "Y...You're going to get another World War started!"
Putin was shocked at my sudden response. He proved me wrong.
"I'm a former KGB Agent and I know what and how I'm doing." he snapped at me back "If there was a war,it'll be only and exclusively they fault! Even after the collapse of the Soviet Union,they've always acted as if the Cold War is still ongoing with no clear winner. I,and everyone else from Russia,have experienced it ourselves. Just look at the further existence of NATO!"
This time,he had the point: Alfred was the one who sent that dreadful ultimatum to Vuk shortly after my brother left Rambouillet. He,along with his criminal organisation,was the one to declare war on my little brother. He was the one to lie (which is nothing new) about something as serious as a massacre and the supposed genocide on innocent civilians. And of course,he was the one who maintained NATO,and kept me in the isolationist chains of Yeltsin and his oligarchs.
As I didn't responded,he smiled and put his hand on my shoulder,trying to relieve my stress and calm me down.
"Now imagine their surprise when they learn that...you're no longer a cute little doll to whom they can manipulate as they please." he said,in a happy but sinister tone.
Those were my exact same words I had used when I thought to myself at the beginning of the bombings,expressing the will to save my young brother rather to go to America for another useless IMF loan. It surprised me,for good,that Putin thought the same.
"Спасибо,sir!" I thanked him.
"You're welcome." he was about to conclude our conversation,but then he asked "Do you have any questions to ask me?"
I had none,but when he once mentioned the Soviet Union during our talk,I had one more question.
"Can you restore the Soviet Union?" I asked him,believing that,by doing so,he could restore my health in an instant.
"To be honest,I would love to...but it's not that simple,and it's too risky. Or rather,we're not ready for it." he answered "After all,anyone who wants to restore the former Union has no brains,but those who don't miss it have no heart."
It upset me. The referendum of March 1991 would remain irrelevant,even if it was legitimate and had less than 80% of the people from the former USSR who voted to remain in the Union. But,again,he surprised me.
"However,I could consider recreating it if you and your people have fully recovered." he suddenly exclaimed "It won't happen today,tomorrow,nor even overmorrow. But someday,when the correct time comes,it will happen,believe me."
Before I finished talking to him,I asked him about how would he destroy the embassies,and he said that the FSB Agents have planted bombs within each three embassies: American,German and British.
I also asked him if he can exclude the British Embassy just so that I wouldn't lose one of my best friends,and he,sadly,said that there will be no exceptions.
"Oh well," I concluded,with a sigh "It was a pleasure to talk to you."
"You too,Arisha." he also concluded.
Afterwards,I exited his office and went to continue doing my chores in Kremlin.
23rd May - 23:45
The final day of Putin's Ultimatum is passing towards the midnight and Alfred,Gilbert and Emily still haven't responded to say anything about it.
I haven't and won't call Alfred to warn him about the Ultimatum,he doesn't deserve to get notified for everything that he has done and doing to my brother,and because he never stops doing what he shouldn't have done after the Cold War. After all,I would get a juicy and brutal reaction from him,and even more so when he STILL believes that Putin is somehow same as Yeltsin,as seen with the last conversation that I had with him four days ago.
I once or twice called Gilbert to notify him two days ago,but he didn't responded. I don't hate nor love him,including her younger sister Kristen,but he and his intelligence services were responsible for funding and giving munitions for the KLA. Because of this,I stopped calling him.
As for the last target,I tried to call Emily several times per each day beneath the Ultimatum time,including today. She ignored it,but probably because her Prime Minister Tony Blair didn't told her about it.
I couldn't care less if Alfred (or Gilbert,to the degree) gets pissed off at me. He already pissed me off multiple times and I'll have my last laughter. But for Emily,I'll be incredibly sad that I've lost one of my best friends because of it. She'll get enraged at me and becoming more determined to be more active for his brother's bombings against Vuk. I can't blame her if she does. On this part,it will be my fault.
With so many dead people from the Western embassies tomorrow,with Vuk still struggling against the pindo,and me losing my friend and ally,will be the cost to pay for Putin's decision.
Every effective and resolving,no matter how good or bad they may be,action has a price. And for me,it would be a greatest and the riskiest one,either for good...or worse.
24th May
A huge explosion had sounded,making me wake up to see it through my window from my apartment. There were smokes flying around the streets from three directions,completely destroying those three embassies in one shot. He actually did it.
I asked him through my phone about how many of them had died,and he said that it was estimated to be around 100 to 150 dead people,according to what the FSB have said.
So many deaths in one day... I don't know if I should feel sympathy for them or not,but there's one thing for sure,no one would've died,had Gilbert or Emily ordered them to leave before it's too late. Alfred is excluded.
If the message that Putin had explained and presented was true,then it was demonstrated in a very brutal way. I'm also not sure if this could trigger the Second Cold War or worse,a Nuclear Attack,but I hope that the main response after their reactions is to leave me alone forever or at least,for a year.
The first response was Gilbert's,half an hour after I woke up around 10:00,in which he just tsked for three seconds and was like "look who's in trouble.",and ended the call.
The second response was Emily's,around 14:45 which,after she exploded at me,made me cry. Again,I can't blame her,it's my fault. I'm not sure if I could befriend her anymore.
"ARISHA! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" She yelled at me,enraged.
"P...p...please,l...l...listen to me." I tried to make me listen,on the verge of crying "I tried to warn you th..."
"To murder forty of my diplomats and get away with it!?" she cut me off,still enraged "Is that what you wanted?!"
"N...n...no,it...it was just..." I begged her,feeling my tear falling through my cheeks.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES,LADY!" she shrieked,now with the agitated breathing from her crying "I'M DONE WITH YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE AND NEVER TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN!"
I bursted into tears after she ended the call. It was too late,and we were both heartbroken,as if it was a breaking up moment. I couldn't forgive myself for destroying the relationship with her and I still couldn't get what Emily has shouted through my head. The damage has already been done and she indeed felt betrayed.
Athene might say "Welcome to the Club!" (because she hates Emily),but I'm sure that she won't dare say it because that would be incredibly disgusting and disrespectful.
The last response was Alfred's,at around 19:00,in which made my mood turn on the opposite direction,from being sad to being cheerful. His reaction made my remaining day and gave me the sense of victory.
"Arisha," he said,calmly,at first "why did you murdered sixty of my diplomats?"
"Why do you care,stupid pindo?" I asked.
"What do you mean "why do I care"?" he asked back,growing annoyed "What's the reason for doing this?!"
"Can you guess why?" I asked again.
A five-second silence appeared due to his guessing of why Putin did what he did.
"T-t...that's impossible!" he snapped at me,shocked and angrily "I thought your new president was one of Yeltsin's protégés!"
I rolled my eyes. He's so predictable.
"And you were wrong." I replied,in a proud tone "Yeltsin is dead and you can only beg him to reappear,pindo. Thank yourself for that."
"What?! Do you realize what you've done?!" he whined,now pissed off "YOU'VE DESTROYED MY EMBASSY! YOU MADE AN ACT OF WAR!"
Look who's talking. I felt tempted to laugh aloud. The best of jokes,the IRONY!
"Yeah,go and tell that to Liu,hypocrite!" I mocked him,smirking "You bombed her own embassy in Belgrade on 7th May,but I don't recall her whining at you for causing an act of war against her."
"N-n-NO! That's not what have happened!" he tried to justify himself,not knowing that he's about to lose the argument. "It happened during the wa-"
"Which you've started two months ago." I finished for him,cutting him off. Then,I mocked him again in a mocking tone "B-b-but then,where's your dear Yeltsie-boy when you need to isolate that evil Arisha!"
"Are you serious?!" he snapped at me,angrily "Stop breaking into my words,russkie! For fuck sake,you've committed an act of war!"
"Yes,according to your thick skull." I kept trolling him "It's only an act of war where everyone else do it,right,pindo?"
Another five-second silence came in and during those seconds,I bursted into laughter. I'm literally dying of laughter right now. Oh,the Karma!
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME!?" Alfred demanded,enraged.
His question made me laugh louder. He repeated it,but I pretended to not hear him.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!". I barely yelled out,and continued to laugh uncontrollably. I repeated the same moves whenever the pindo attempted to ask something similar,making him scream louder and louder.
"ARISHA,STOP TRYING TO FUCK WITH ME!" he shrieked,starting to become livid. "YOU KNOW I HAVE NUKES,RIGHT!?"
"And so do I,idiot." I said,after I managed to calm down a bit.
"Y-Y...YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH IT!" he shouted,still enraged. The last thing I spat at him has added a cherry on the cake.
"I already did." I replied,grinning. Then I shouted "Now deal with it,LOSER!"
After I spat and repeated a pack of times his most loathed word (until he ended the call),he,in the midst of my repetition,simply growled,screamed and slammed the phone shut,probably breaking it. After I put my phone down,I released and farted by my tongue at the phone. Vuk would be so happy as soon as I tell him about it.
I felt a huge satisfaction and triumph,despite my recovering health. I was,this time definitively,liberated,unlike in 29th March when I thought I was liberated for writing the last letter which Yeltsin must read. Because of this,Alfred would most likely never talk to me ever again and,unlike Emily,I'm very happy about it. I would no longer hear his braggings. I had my last laughter.
This day was my worst and the best day ever. I may have lost one of my best friends,but I finally made the pindo leave me alone and consequently,the NATO in general. At least,I can still remain in contact with Adele,Maria,Athene and anyone who's in NATO but against Alfred Jones.
25th May - 16:30
"Britain cuts the relations with Russia.","A Second Cold War?!","End of Pax Americana?!",etc...
Those were one of the current headlines that I've scrolled through various Western newspapers for what had happened yesterday. I only brought three of them.
The "End of Pax Americana?!",they said...It made me even more happier than yesterday night. His eight years of the delusions of undisputed power and grandiosity have finally and officially ended yesterday. I mentally crushed him hard,but before me it was Lien (along with Adele to an extent) that broke him first. If he can restore his own precious little World,he has to work extraordinarily hard to claim it back,since he brought this to himself.
And as for the "Second Cold War"...heh...As my new president had said,the Atlanticists and in particular,Alfred Jones,have brought it to themselves. You know,what goes around comes around. He may have 'won' the Cold War,but,despite him wanting the World to believe otherwise,this isn't the end of History. Even the former losers like me will write history after I defeat him. His days as the sole superpower are counted and it's only a matter of time before he himself collapses for good.
I was so ecstatic that I've hugged Putin in the morning,and currently arranging a party in Kremlin for my siblings to come,mainly Natalia,Daryna,Vuk and,potentially,my twin brother Ivan. Potentially because I haven't heard any news of him being finally conscious from the Vodka overdose.
Aside from these great things,I called Adele to ask her if she could convince Emily to change her mind and befriend me again,but she denied.
"It's too risquée,I don't want to make her current attitude go more worse and lose her only best friend,which is me!" she explained,harshly "I mean,was it really necessary to destroy her embassy in Moscow?"
"I tried to convince Putin to exclude her embassy,Adele," I also explained,in a sad tone "but he said that there will be no exceptions. It was inevitable..."
"I know how you feel,Arisha." she replied,in a sad tone "Still,I have the only advise for you: Don't call her at all,at least for a few months. If you do this,she'll soon regret for outbursting at you and apologize. Please,take my advice to your heart and brain."
"I will,I promise." I also replied,then asked "Hmm,have you recorded them during the NATO meeting today?"
"I could've done it,truth be told!" she said,gleefully,laughing "But it was postponed for 27th May because they were so pissed off,the least of them being Gilbert. And let me tell you something,Alfred has once or twice asked her sister if she could pinch him so that he'd see if he's dreaming."
"Really? He still haven't got through his head that the Pax Americana is over?" I exclaimed,also laughing.
"Oui. This fact broke him so hard that,before he got knocked down asleep by Emily's injection,he literally turned into a screaming mess after,in his own words,you 'ruined everything' and that you should 'die',particularly when you said 'Now deal with it' to him." she explained,between laughs "Oh mon Dieu! As if he was melting like the wicked witch of the West!"
It's obvious that he didn't took it well. Yes,I ruined "everything". I ruined his plans of total World domination.
"That's so great! Ranting and raving like a spoiled brat every time something slipped from his plans and expectations isn't an anomaly." I laughed again. When I stopped,I concluded "Thanks and Goodbye! See you soon!"
"Au revoir,Arie!" she hanged.
Overall,at least Arisha and Liu are my only real and my remaining best friends and allies. I must not lose them too.
26th May - 18:00
I and Natalia,Daryna and Vuk have gathered around inside Moscow and sat on our chairs near the table to celebrate the fall of Pax Americana. Natalia and Daryna came on time,Vuk was half an hour late because of the risk of shooting his plane,and Ivan is still not there.
"Congratulations,my great sister!" Natalia congratulated me,giving me a hug "You showed the Imperialist who's going to mess with who!"
"And for killing that drunk pighead!" Daryna added,placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Thank you all!" I said,cheerfully "You're my greatest siblings in the World,including Vuk!"
"Thanks,Arisha." Vuk said,in a shy,but nevertheless a happy tone "W...w...what'll happen next?"
"I don't know,but I do know that the bombings against you will continue." I answered,in a sad tone.
"Damn it..." he concluded,also in a sad tone,lowering his head in disappointment.
Just as we're about to get ready to make some fun,someone has slammed the door.
"Ivan!" we shouted in excitement,turning our heads towards him and getting up from our chairs. We recognized him for his trademark pipe that he always holds with him.
"I came back from the rehab. I've never been so beautiful,so bigger and so happier than what I've been before." Ivan said,smiling,in a conscious tone "How do I look,and where have you been?"
We rushed towards him and hugged him tightly. We explained everything what have happened for the last eight years and introduced my brother Vuk to him. He was absolutely pleased when he heard about what had happened on 15th and 24th May.
"That's really great to hear!" he concluded "Arisha,what are we going to do now?"
"Hmm,how about a round of pillow fight?" I suggested to my twin brother.
"Sure thing!" he exclaimed.
Before we did,we got dressed up in pajamas and went to a large room,beating ourselves with pillows. After a while,we fixed the bed and went to play more games. Could there be a day better than this one?
Here's the Eight Chapter. Vladimir Putin arose to power slightly more earlier than in OTL on 31st December. Arisha has doubted him,but over the next days,she was glad that her replacement was indeed great. She also made her Archnemesis have a major mental break/meltdown.
Thanks for reading.