Summoning the Cold Rivalry

Chapter 1R: A Light of Another World

Well, hello, as you know we got pretty far into the story, to the point the later chapters look extremely different from the early chapters, it's like heaven and hell. (god forbid you if you were there to read the original chapter 1) so here we are, I hope you enjoy my rewrite of Chapter 1 (this one is pretty long). I will try to make the story in slower pace and more realistic and such. Don't worry if the future chapter take longer to publish, it's me making sure the chapter is in decent quality unlike the hasty writing I used to do.

R = rewritten (example: Chapter 1R)

(Note: There will be alot of reference from other fiction or even other NHS fanfic, I hope you can recognize them all ;))
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Location: Moscow, Soviet Union, Europe
13th June, 1987, approximately 12:00 PM

The bustling street of Moscow will never lose the to the western country. He hit the brake and his car came to a halt as the traffic congestion unfold infront of him. He take a look at his watch and click his tongue; though it is normal for him, a member of Committee for State Security to be summon by the party, but he wondered why it had to be now?

While waiting for the traffic to move, he reaches for the newspaper he purchased. He could see that the situation in Afghanistan did not look good; they were constantly losing resources and equipment in this war, not to mention how much money they had spent on the military rather than on civilians. He would be forced to witness the Motherland's collapse. The American would be behind their television, laughing as they transformed into whatever they would become in the future. Ah, how the 1990s would welcome them.

He turns the pages and is confronted with the USSR's economic decline. They can no longer keep up with the United States, and China may soon surpass them. He sighed as he read these depressing articles, and wondered if he should just retire and live a quiet life. His mind wandered so far that he completely forgot about the traffic that was already moving. The car behind him began pressing their horn in frustration, repeatedly saying sorry in his head, his foot pressed the accelerator, and his hand skillfully shifted the gear.

Kremlin senate, 12:30 PM

Walking down the hall of the senate, he profusely sweat when it's only a mere start of this summer. He hold up his handkerchief and wipe his forehead with it.

"Greeting, Viktor!" Someone calls out to him; he turns around and responds.

"Greeting, Fillipp!"

"How have you been, brother!" A person by the name of Fillipp quickly approach him.

"I've been doing well, what about you and our mother?" He asked, wrapping his arm around Fillipp's neck.

"I've been doing really good too, though, I can't say the same for her." He shook his head upon answering.

"Fillipp, she is still in the hospital, isn't she?" Viktor became concerned for his mother's well-being. His expression changed from a smile to a frown.

"Yes, she is... Her condition keep getting worse."

Fillipp felt a warm sensation on his hand and looked again, seeing his brother shoving an item into his hand. He wondered what it was. Viktor spoke to him again before releasing the item.

"Send this to her."

He opened his palm, revealing a small gem and a piece of paper. He raised his eyebrows and inquire Viktor about these items.

"Is this... A letter?" He hold up the paper, and look at his brother in the eyes.

"Yes, that's a letter. Make sure it reach her hand."