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One.

"Justice? — You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law." 

Society nowadays. 

Rules. Law. All of these norms which cause problems upon some people. 

If you think about it, everyone feels for the same leaders, likes some, hates the others. 

This town was an ordinary area, in an ordinary town. 

The towns name was Onryx.

Weird name, for a weird place. There was also weird people who lived there. 

 There were rows of houses that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and people saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves.

It must have been around a quarter to eleven. A sailor came in and ordered a chile dog and coffee. A mysterious noirette who worked there began to slice a bun, jerked a frank out of the boiling water, nested it, poured a half-dipper of chile over the frank and sprinkled it liberally with chopped onions. He quickly scribbled a check and put it by his plate. You wouldn't have recommended the unpalatable mess to a starving animal. The sailor was the only customer, and after he ate his dog he left. That was the exact moment she entered. A small woman, hardly more than five feet. She had the figure of a teenage girl. Her suit was a black tweed, smartly cut, and over her thin, firm shoulders she wore a fur jacket, bolero length. Tiny silver circular earrings clung to her small pierced ears. Her hands and feet were small, and when she seated herself at the counter he noticed she wasn't wearing any rings.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

He considered all of this, but shook it off.

It shouldn't be full of affection, love. You find a partner, so that part is done, get on with your busy life. You'd say money can't buy love, but if it can buy nearly everything else, then it is essential to have wealth. 

Like, he didn't even know what he was thinking, about marrying, when he had just seen a female who appeared to be attractive enter his shop. 

Snapping back into reality, he saw her staring at him. "Haha, thought you'd never stop daydreaming. I'd like a simple coffee with your famous sponge cake, please." Nodding, he got to work. Setting the kettle, making it carefully just for her. 

"I've been asking so many people around here, about politics. I mean, everyone has heard of Hitler ya know? And I'm aiming, despite how many lives he took back then, I'm aiming to find someone with a different opinion.  Like, something that's around, 'oh, Hitler isn't even bad, or something like that. I won't get there, i know that, I'm beginning to give up. There are no consequences about saying your opinion in this only area, so i don't see anything wrong with it."

He did nothing but nod as he handed her a warm mug of coffee. Then began to get the cake ready.  

"You seem like a mute but interesting and I'm curious to see what your opinion is, so share please!" Her beautiful blonde locks swayed to the side as she tilted her head. 

He didn't reply, so she spoke, thinking he didn't know where to start. "Start by telling me your name, i won't bite." 

"I'm Vladimir." He replied, handing her a plate with a neat slice of cake. "Nice name, I'm Mia. Please tell me what you think about  Hitler, your full, honest opinion, and give me the opinion of our current ruler, Matthias."

The raven haired male cleaned the dishes as he spoke truthfully, "Well. If I'm being honest. Claiming peoples lives who don't conform to his rules is pretty much okay. If you're not part of  the dictator's religious community obviously he wouldn't be satisfied until you are. Everyone hates him, but i don't seem to find a good reason why, other than the same one, 'He killed so many'. And our current ruler Matthias, he is kind of similar to Hitler in ways, but he is respectable. Everyone is under his control. Its good. All i can say is that you shouldn't get on your ruler's bad side, that's it. If you do, you know the consequence so it would be your fault because you're risking it." 

"Wow, that's a pretty cool opinion, similar to my own, I'm a journalist, i might one day write your opinion in the newspapers, get you famous." She took her last sip of coffee, "Famous enough to meet Sir Matthias, would you like that?" The male nodded fast, as he finished up cleaning, wrapping things up. Mia passed her plate and empty cup to him. "Mm, that was nice. Thank you for your opinion, we shall meet again, pretty soon actually. Have a nice day, Vladimir." 

The blonde walked to the exit, flipping the sign to closed. "Just a favor for you hehe." She smiled a genuine smile, as she exited, closing the door gently behind her. 

A small smile left his face after she left. Quickly taking the black apron off, hanging it up. He turned off the lights and went upstairs. 

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I think 1009 words is enough for this chapter.

Have a nice day.

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