Alexei Alekseyevich Sokolov Alyosha to his family was having one of those rare moments of peace. He's and as President of Russia, he's always got a lot on his plate, but today was different. For once, he was able to just relax with his wife, Elizaveta Andreevna Nikolaeva (Elia), and their three daughters Anastasia (Alya), Marina (Masha), and Daria (Dasha). They were all enjoying a simple picnic, and for a moment, everything felt... normal. Almost like nothing bad could ever happen.
Then, out of nowhere, the sky flickered-just a quick, blinding flash that only lasted a couple of seconds. Alyosha froze, eyes scanning the sky, wondering what the heck had just happened. His family looked around, equally confused. It came and went, leaving no trace, but something about it felt wrong.
An hour later, the phone rang. The voice on the other end was frantic. Alyosha's stomach dropped as he rushed to the conference room. Being the president, he's used to receiving urgent news, but this was different. His generals didn't waste any time. Their words hit him like a punch to the gut: "Mr. President, Russia... has been transported to another world."
At first, it didn't make sense. Russia's land was still the same familiar as ever. The sky, the air, the terrain it all looked like it always had but something was clearly off. The world beyond their borders was completely otherworldly. The landscape felt wrong, like it belonged to another era a realm born of legend and myth. Was this some kind of enchanted realm? The generals didn't have answers. What they did know was that Russia was no longer where it had been.
Russia had been transported to a strange, fantastical world, one that defied all explanation. While the sky above them looked the same, everything around them felt like it came out of an epic medieval tale. The air thrummed with a strange energy, and the lands beyond their borders held a mysterious, almost arcane quality. Magic? Creatures from legend? Nobody knew for sure.