It was still a challenging time for the leaders of the dictatorship regime as they were uncertain of what they could be sure of. It was a given fact that peace had been assured for humanity, but that meant a new crisis to their dictatorship.

The Russian president had stayed up all night at his office desk again. There was a thick stack of papers on his desk. It was an analysis of a speech Odin had given, which was over three minutes, and much of it was worn as he had read it countless times throughout the night from beginning to the end. The Russian president was lost in thought for a long time, resting his forehead on his hand.

Meanwhile, Rodugin, his old friend, was also in the office. Rodugin was preoccupied with something other than the president’s concerns.

“So, is it possible? Or is it not?”

His anger was swelling up to his throat. Considering the president’s feelings, he should have held back his rage, but his voice started to rise gradually.

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It was the same thing again.

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