White House Moscow, October 6th 2010

Television was playing, showing a blond beauty holding a microphone. Apparently there was some kind of protest in Kaliningrad, an anti-government group blocking Vysokiy Bridge, shouting about independence and waving flags colored in red and blue with yellow stripe between. Maybe President Boris Zyuganov would be listening to this, maybe he would but now his attention was directed to a piece of paper and one very sweaty FSB official. "Who many?" his greyish-blue eyes looking at bold and nervous man "We know about 43 dead, about half of them were ours. Except four guards near the emergency exit none of them had a gun." "Do you know who did this? Any leads?" Official was now even more nervous. "For now, we don't know. Whomever did this was professional, they used our weapons, we didn't have microphones nor cameras in interrogation wing. The chance of video or audio recording with people announced dead was too great. They came quiet, used emergency codes to close wing exits without alarms going off, made sure that everyone was dead. After that, they set off incendiary and high-explosives charges, if there was any biological evident it gone in flames." Zyuganov took a pencil from his desk, then he took official's hand and writhed few words and numbers on it, than he closed official's hand and pointed on TV "Go to your boss, tell him that next time the shit hits the fan and he will send an lackey I will go to him. Tell him he won't be liking it and tell him I had been expecting him ten minutes ago. Tell him that if we won't be here, before that empty matrioshka stop showing her implants to camera, you and he will be announced dead but still very alive. Do you understand?" With that FSB official went flaying to the door.

Karaganda Kazakhstan , October 11th 2010

Igor was inside of the patient room, on his left was bed and on it was recently rescued operative who was still in post-surgery coma. He just spoke with doctor, apparently due to extensive interrogation with torture doctor and his team had to amputate both legs just above knees. Face of rescued prisoner was covered in scars, most of them were located on jaw and cheeks. Arms that once were full of muscle were now lifeless and floppy, skin that Igor saw last time was brownish from sun, now was almost milky white, most of teeth were missing, replaced by artificial ones. His left eye was all swollen and purple but still looking better then when rescue team took him. For now only thing Igor was able to do was waiting, until his old friend wake up. After that he had a lot of questions to ask and even more to answer.

White House Moscow, at the same time.

President Zyuganov was sitting in his armchair, reading some documents about taxes and plans for a new gas pipe network leading to EU. He was in section about needed licenses constructions to build infrastructure on Baltic see, than an orange light turn on in one of his intercoms. "Mr. President someone want to meet you, he is not in my schedule but had clearance to order security to back off." With that Zyuganov pushed one of buttons on his desk. "Thank out Lidia, he is an old friend of mine, also you can take rest of the day off. You still will be paid for it of course." "But Mr. President, it's nine a.m." "So you can spend whole day with your children, also if someone will be asking, tell whomever it is that I am not filling good today, tell them it's food poisoning or flue I don't really care." With that doors in front of Zyuganov opened, showing balding man in his mid-fifties. He was wearing grey suit with brownish sunglasses, his hair were cut short with big moustache and well-kept short brown beard. "Boris! You get fat old friend!" With that Zyuganov smiled and pointed at the guest. "You can tell? I think it's better to be fat then blind and looking like you Dimitri." Hearing this Dimitri took melodramatic pose, his face looking shocked and offended. "How dare you! You know I'm only half blinded. Anyhow, why did you invited me here, without putting me in schedule to your secretary no less?" Zyuganov made gesture to Dimitri to sit in and took a bottle with crystal clear liquid and two little glasses from under his desk. Then he putted them between himself and Dimitri. "Well, I know that you are on your retirement but I want your opinion on one thing and perhaps a new job if you are interested with it." "What's the job?" Asked Dimitri taking bottle of vodka turning it upside-down. Then he hit the bottom of the bottle with open hand twice. "Chief of FSB for as long as I require you, after that you may stay if you want…or not I won't hold a grudge." Dimitri stopped now open bottle just when he wanted to fill Boris's glass. "You must be kidding right? I mean your director is in fine health and you have won elections how long ago, a year?" Boris took the bottle from Dimitri's hand, filled his and then his friend's glass. "About old Grigori, he and one of his member of staff were found dead few days ago. Heart attack, you see, we still have to announce it to public." Boris took his glass and drunk all of it at once. "You see Dimitri, I've know you since we were in training . I know what you have done in Afghanistan and why you was the best in your craft, I know what you were doing because I was doing it with you when we were younger. I know all of your students from Academy from there's reputation alone. Because of that I know what you can do for your friends and what you are able to do in memory of them." Boris took another round of vodka, waiting for Dimitri to end his first one. "You mean one of yours was killed?" Dimitri took his glass and did the same thig that Boris did. After that, he saw his friend taking something from one of the shelves. "Not our but yours. Aleksey was a one of a kind in his craft. You was better teacher to him than both of us could imagine." Boris gave Dimitri folder full of documents, than he took another glass and a box of matches. "Took as much time as you like old friend, I will wait for a toast until you done."

Karaganda Kazakhstan, two days later.

Dimov's head was bursting in pain, in fact only things that weren't in pain were his legs. He tried to open his eyes, at first he couldn't do it but after minute or two he opened one of them. What he saw was different than then the usual, that gave him some kind of internal peace, he was laying on comfortable bed, on his left he saw plastic bag most likely IV. He took a moment for his brain to wake up and to remember what happened to him. "Long time no see Stefan." Dimov's head turned to the side, what he saw was old looking man, his fingertips were yellowish. He was wearing grey coat that was covering most of his body, on his head were old sunglasses and dark blue tubeteika. At first Dimov didn't recognize him, but when he saw half of dozen empty cigarette boxes he knew who was his visitor. "Igor I told you to stop smoking. Just look at you, you look like death." "What I can tell you old friend, I just never had enough luck to quit them." Dimov chuckled at that, remembering the last time when they meet each other face to face. "Well, that is a shame, you know what maybe I can give you some of mine. I mean I did remember that hellish code you gave me, did you ever find out who was the smart ass that gave code lines in Hungarian to someone who don't speak it?" Igor smiled at that "I'm afraid I did not. As to the luck case I'm afraid that you used all of it and little more my old friend." When Igor said that, he grabbed white blanked that was covering Dimov's chest and took it of him. What Stefan saw made him fill weak, where once were his legs were now stumps covered in white cloth. "Well, now I know why I don't feel pain there." Dimov made a weak smile to his old friend but Igor saw saddens in Stefan's eyes. "How did you find me anyway?" "It wasn't easy that's for sure." Answered Igor. "First we all thought that everyone from assault teams died during fight or during base destruction. Everything changed about two years ago when we hearted some rumours about survivors, back then there were all about Russians and almost all of them turned out to be lies. We almost stopped looking into that but then we made contact with old Russian operative, he was short of money but no of troubles. For some generous donations he told us about some new Russian intelligent, a few hideout locations etc. Everything was fine until FSB sniffed him out. Before he was taken, he was able to give us a deal. Everything he know about black ops in Chechnya during our activity there and about survivor that was disguised as Russian soldier. All what he wanted was taking him out of Russia and giving him nice house on Cayman Islands. We agreed, it took us few months to locate him in Chechnya mountains and to create distraction big enough to brake him away. He told us more than we expected, it turned out he recently worked as security in your complex. He gave us your location, location of emergency exit and few codes that were still correct but not for long. The rest you already know." "But why rescuing me? It would be easier to just put me down." Igor took cigarette and started smoking, giving himself some time before answering. "You see, there is a thing higher-ups want from you." Igor took another moment for smoke, than he gave to Dimov some pictures. "Can you tell me what can this be?" Stefan eyes widen when he saw pictures of strange looking structure. It looked like some kind of portal carved on the cave side, on the edges of it were columns covered in strange looking symbols. What was the most shocking for Dimov was fact that in the middle of the structure was darkness that was eating all the light. It remained him time when he was a kid, back then he sometimes leaved his house to go for a walk at night. Back then he liked to check form how far he can lighten wall of his home. He was walking farther and farther away from it until flashlight wasn't able to show him where his house was. It was that kind of darkness. "Where did you find a working Gate?!" Dimov almoust shouted. "So you know what is it, that's good. What can you tell me about it?" "What can I tell you?! That fucking thing messed up in Vales's head, all that talk about new world, about our kids growing with proud in place that is not a buffer zone for west and Russia. That mad man wasn't trying just to create war between them, he wanted to be next Christ! He wanted to use a Gate in Chechnya to transport himself and his supporters to a new world just before nuclear holocaust that he was trying to create. He wanted to create an Empire of his own, to rule what is on the other side, then wait until we kill each other here and took everything that's left." When Igor understood that Dimov wasn't talking while on some kind of medical delirium but, in fact he was telling the truth he took another smoke, not carrying that he already had one in his mouth. "It is far above normal paygrade. The higher-ups will flip at what you just told me. Do the Russians know about this? Did they asked you about this Gate?" "No. They wanted to know who am I and for who I'm working for but they never spoke to me about gate. From what the Vales told me it was a secret project, the physics of gate and her power input gave Soviets what they needed to start cosmic race. Unfortunately for them the Gate was damaged when they reactivated it. There was something inside of it, some kind of monsters, they killed whole science team before they were put down. After that Soviet leadership covered everything that they could, only their higher-up survived to know this, the only thing that could lead anyone to Gate's location was single file in Moscow's White House but..." " It was in the room that was destroyed during coupe." Ended Igor. His hand was covered in ash from smoke that he had lighted but forgotten to smoke. "Dimov, do you know what this mean? Because those things you told me we need to start Valkyrie before the schedule." "Where did you funded it Igor?" Letieniev took a box of cigarettes from his pocket, when he saw that it was empty he throw it on the floor. "In Pripyat, under reactor four."

Budapest Hungary, October 20th 2010

Czerwieniewski was sitting at the round table because of what they founded up they needed to start Valkyrie before everything was on its place. Around him were ministers and presidents of other eighteen countries plus Kosovo representatives. Officially they were on talks about new trade agreements and cultural exchange, unofficially this was a meeting that was planned years ago. Inside of this room were people who might decide on the fate of the new country. Of course they won't do this in instant, they must prepare population of theirs nations, how administrative borders should look like, name of the currency, insignia, flag, taxes and other regulations. Of course there also was the most important thing, the one that was, is and will be bounding people to their legacy and integrity- the language. "Let me summarize what you just told us Jan. May I speak to you by name?" Asked man in his late forties. His grey well-maintained hairs and black suit with pin that looked like Slovene coat of arms gave him look that was more similar to patriotic businessman than politician. "Only if I can use yours Luka." Slovak president took a sip from his glass of water, then he sigh. "Jan, have you just told us you want to create a federation of nineteen" "Twenty." Said representative from Kosovo, at that Luka saw how Serbian president was rolling her eyes, she heard about Kosovo being independent numerus times during her four years in the office. "Sorry, twenty counters. You want to integrate several nations with different language, some with different culture and economy into one. Do you understand that you are asking for second Yugoslavia to happen?" Fortunately preparations to this were being made long before Jan started his political career. Few years ago he was informed about special artificial language that was in construction. "That is a very good question Luka. You see as many of you may know Visegrad Group is a coalition of four counters. In beginning it was an organisation that was created for security of Poland, Hungary and Czechoslovakia. Thanks to her we were able to enter EU and NATO, what you also may know is sheered military and economy cooperation of VG, Baltic States and Ukraine. What some of you probably didn't know until now was a plan to create a new political being on world-wide stage. What we are asking is your opinion, do you want to join it or not." After Jan said last word Macedonian President took voice. "But how do you want to sustain it? I mean you told us what you want to do but you didn't tell us how it will look inside of it." Jan nodded at that, he had to give some credit to Manaskov. Maybe she joined to his organisation recently but he was happy for some new blood in it, especially when they were as good in persuasion of masses as she is. "The problem of Yugoslavia was her socialist system and underrepresentation of some ethnic groups while giving privilege to others. What we, because I'm telling this for countries of VG, BS and Ukraine propose is a representative system where percent of representatives are given for population, well-being and economy status of said region. Also only half of representatives will be chosen by people, in case when the number of representatives is indivisible by two the population will chose who will take an extra sit. This system of voting was chosen to fight with populistic ideas that people are willing to take without concern or without knowledge of economy, also the value of voter who have high degree will doubled. Election of representatives will be every six years, it doesn't matter if said representative will be chosen by people or other representatives you will be able to take sit only twice in a row. That way we will restrict sit-holding as much as we can, after not having a sit as representative or president for one election you can try again. Presidential elections will take place year after representative one or after seven years if there was emergency voting. President that was already chosen twice or was not chosen second time will have to wait depending on the function that he or she want, one presidential or representative election before trying in voting. Also president will be chosen from and by the representatives, he will lose his or her vote but he or she will be giving option of veto and ability for more direct action in choosing a path of the nation than her or his more democratic counterparts. In short it will be more or less an hybrid of Chinese and American systems with some of ours ideas. For those who are concerned about population issues, Poland and Ukraine will not join nor they will incorporate any new territory. Baltic states are in favour of creating one state that may or may not be with Belarus. That will be decided in near future. VG will create one administrative territory but without Poland, there are some propositions for inside borders for other nations. Territory of old Yugoslavia will be decided by nations that were part of it. "Jan stopped for a moment to drink some water and to observe reaction of those who weren't initiated. "I forgotten to mention the capitol of EEF will be decided when we will know who will joint and who will not. About language, we propose to use modified Interslavic." "And what is it?" Asked representative of Romania. "It is an auxiliary language created to communicate between Slavic nations , the work on it was ended about four years ago. For now only few thousands speak it fluently but with time and little modifying we can use it on whole EEF territory. Any more questions?"

-And here I am! Sorry for delay, more things came up than I've expected, also I had to do a little bit more research for this. Did you know that in 2012 population of eastern Europe without Russia was about 176.958.047? In Russia it was about 143.200.000, That may not be 100% accurate but some sides gave detailed numbers and others gave them it thousands so it must do. I hope you like that one by the way, I'm checking if AutoCorrect gave right words but I'm only a human. I also hope that the next chapter will came soon and that you will be in good health to read it.