The gigantic stadium was empty. Still, the three men couldn't find it in them to take another step. They knew better though, since they would have died on the spot if they refused to move.
The Korean men could of course, tell them nothing.
Vladimir and Rodrigo being the fighters that they are, moved inches closer to their armed escorts, ready to pull the gun out of their hands should anything happen. Donald, obviously, had no idea what to do. He was starting to regret avoiding that draft in the Vietnam war.
They were walked to the very front of the bleachers, where they were told to sit down.
Korean pop music, South Korean pop music to be precise, blasted through the stadium, making them jump. A mist covered the field below.
"My friends it is very nice to meet you!"
Kim Jong un appeared out of the mist wearing something racy.
"Please, sit back and enjoy the show!"
Two Korean servants came to them with a platter full of Swiss cheese and water. They found it to be a peculiar snack but they weren't complaining. They accepted the food, perplexed.
Vladimir looked around. The soldiers were sitting on the bleachers behind them. They looked less serious than before. In fact, the looked to be excited for the show. Vladimir faced forward and gripped Donald's calf.
He jumped and turned to him.
"Look forward!" He said just loud enough so the soldiers couldn't hear.
He quickly turned forward.
"Don't eat that food, Donald. That might me poisoned," Vladimir said.
"I was just about to eat it but you might have a point." Donald replied.
They continued to watch Kim Jongun dancing.
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