Then, as soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself in Mexico.
The White-headed Eagle stared at me with wide eyes, "What the fuck…"
"You've been reborn?!"
The Soviet Union… or rather, shouldn't it now be called Russia.
Yekaterinburg.
The main street was filled with cheering crowds, waving glow sticks and celebrating their rebirth.
Some people were so agitated that they smashed things, and some even set shops on fire. A few shopkeepers sat on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
Some were exploiting the chaos for personal gain!
Of course, Yekaterinburg's local garrison had to come out to maintain order.
Wearing helmets and holding shields, they dispersed the crowds…
But they were also deeply confused…
Who were they even serving now?
Tear gas was thrown into the crowd. Thick smoke choked everyone, forcing them to cover their mouths and flee in panic.
Yet, in the dense fog, a figure emerged.
