I woke up.
Looks like I'm Vladimir Noshkov.
I can't believe this.
I'm actually the dictator of Russia.
It's year 3240.
4:00.
Took a shower.
Ate breakfast.
Left at home.
***
I am at work.
We are planning to demolish a building in the south.
The commander asked me if it's ok.
I nod.
After a minute.
I saw the news.
A nuclear missile is heading towards the southern part of Russia.
Ordered by our dictator, Vladimir Noshkov.
Holy shit.
I am responsible for this fucking thing.
But I couldn't do anything, but watch.
Watch people panic.
Fear.
What did I do?
After an hour, the missile is almost in the south.
5 more minutes.
And when I saw the news, everything is gone.
No more broadcast.
I killed them.
I KILLED THEM!!
I Fucking killed thousands of people for no reason.
But you know the reason?
The reason is just to fucking try our nuclear missile.
FUCK THIS.
***
I am back at home.
I have a revolver at my left hand.
I.
Will.
Kill.
Myself.
As I shot, everything turned black.
I killed a host.
A dictator.
Dead.
