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Prologue : Events of the Past

Yaroslavl, Russia.
12th June 2000
1200 Hours.

We begin with the Russians going through their daily work. Well, not all the Russians at least.

A warehouse stands at the edge of the city. One swift look may tell us that it is empty and uninhabited, but of course, we ignore some of the most important parts of life. Inside the warehouse, a boy is at work. He is dressed in the type of business suit that is normally worn by businessmen. Yes, this boy had business. But it's definitely not the sale of insurance or cars. In fact, there is no selling in his business. For he was constructing a bomb.

Outside...

Three men in overcoats approach the old warehouse. Among those men was a translator from America. He spoke to the other men in Russian. The men nodded and spoke to him. Then, they each pulled out a Glock18 from their overcoats and kicked the door down. The two Russians shouted something in Russian. "Freeze! Police!" Shouted the American. The bomb maker did not turn around. "Ah, so the police finally found out about my bomb. Well, what shall it be? Lethal injection or the gallows?" Said the boy, raising his hands to his head. "Neither,Wolfe. You're doing time. Hard time." Said the American. The American walked closer. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Said the bomb maker. The American took another step. Then the bomb maker slid two knives from out of his sleeves. He turned around and stabbed the translator in the throat. The man fell, dead. The policemen fired their guns, but it was no match for the bomb maker's speed. The boy dodged the bullets and threw the knives at the policemen. One knife hit the first man in the throat. the second man was hit in the knee. He fell to the floor in pain. The bomb maker walked toward the injured policeman and grabbed his gun. He aimed the gun at the policeman's head. "Do svidanya." Said the boy in Russian. Then, he pulled the trigger.