Alexandria

PART 6: STARS IN THE SKY
It was around eight in the evening in Constantinople. The Sultan, Mehmed, had invited the Lanorthan equivalent of Dukes, Duchesses, Barons, etc from across the country to attend a garden party at his palace. The party had started by eight. Mehmed stood with in his ceremonial outfit, a glass of champagne in his hand, speaking to a Lanorthan equivalent of an Earl.
"Sultan, I am honoured to meet you." Said the Earl, named İlkay.
"Lets face it, my friend." Replied the Sultan. "We were going to meet eventually, with your position and all." They both chuckled at this. Mehmed took a sip of his champagne. The daughter of İlkay then approached her father. She was, in Mehmed's opinion, beautiful. Mehmed glanced at her and smiled. Her eyes widened as she realised who her father was talking to.
"Oh, Sultan. This is my daughter, Sabriye." Sabriye curtsied. Mehmed gestured with his hand for her to rise. Mehmed cleared his throat. He finished his champagne and his servant came over. Mehmed handed the servant the champagne glass and he walked away. Mehmed then took out his golden case and opened it, taking out a cigarette. He put it between his lips and pocketed the case, before he took out his gold lighter and lit the cigarette.
Sabriye was about the Sultan's age, just a little younger. Mehmed and Sabriye were both nineteen, although Mehmed was older than her by a few months.
He smiled, before Sabriye spoke. "Sultan, I am so happy to have finally met you!" She said.
"Likewise." Said Mehmed, removing the cigarette from his lips. Mehmed looked at Sabriye. Sabriye looked back at him. He smiled, putting the cigarette back up to his lips. Mehmed turned to the sky. "Are you enjoying the party?" Mehmed asked the two, admiring the stars in the sky.
"Yes, my Sultan." Said Sabriye. İlkay then said something similar. Mehmed nodded at this. İlkay then excused himself. Mehmed looked back at Sabriye.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Said Mehmed. Sabriye turned her head swiftly.
"Pardon, Sultan?" Said Sabriye.
"The stars." Mehmed said. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes." Said Sabriye, looking up. Mehmed turned.
"What was your name again?" Asked Sabriye.
"My name is Sabriye, Sultan." She responded.
"Of course." Said Mehmed. "Sabriye, just quickly, come with me. I'd like to show you something."
"Certainly, Sultan." She said. Mehmed walked away and she followed. Mehmed climbed the steps connecting the palace to the palace grounds. Mehmed gestured to the two guards, who opened the doors for them. Mehmed continued walking, climbing up some of the marble stairs inside the palace. Mehmed, one he reached the oversized landing, turned and approached a balcony. Mehmed stopped walking when he reached the balcony. Sabriye glanced at Mehmed.
"Look, Sabriye." Said Mehmed. He then stepped aside, gesturing to the view beyond the balcony. They both had a clear overlook over the whole city. The sound of distant cars could be heard. Sabriye looked in admiration.
"Wow." She said. "It's amazing!" She exclaimed.
"Isn't it just?" Said Mehmed, smiling. He then turned, placing his two hands on the balcony railing, leaning forwards. Sabriye stepped forward, standing next to Mehmed. She did not lean against the balcony, but placed her hands quite close together on the railing. "I could stare at this for hours, couldn't you?" Mehmed asked her.
"Yes, my Sultan, without a doubt." She said, still looking.
"Be honest with me, Sabriye. You don't have to lie to me to tell me what I would like to hear." Mehmed said, sounding a little more serious,
"I'm being honest, Sultan." She said, looking at him.
"You sure?" He asked, chuckling.
"Of course." She replied.
"I'm glad." He said. Mehmed began to tap the banister, humming a tune. Mehmed then stopped, turning his head to at Sabriye, who turned her head. "I just wanted to say, you are beautiful, Sabriye." She blushed.
"Thank you, Sultan." She said, sounding a little surprised. "I thought you, being Sultan would get more than enough attention from, you know, people like me." She said, sounding a little confused. Mehmed chuckled.
"Not really." He chuckled. Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance. Sabriye jumped, however, Mehmed simply looked up. Then, all of a sudden, five-hundred fireworks exploded in the air. Sabriye looked up and relaxed. Mehmed realised she had jumped. He chuckled.
"No need to get in a panic." He said. "It's just fireworks." Mehmed looked up at the sky, as hundreds more exploded. In total, there were 5,000 fireworks and Mehmed had ordered they were all used in the party to put on a display for the guests. Mehmed placed his hand onto Sabriye's. Sabriye looked at him and smiled, as she turned to watch the fireworks. She had no problem with it and found the Sultan to be rather handsome. They watched the fireworks together, which lit up the dim sky.

PART 6: STARS IN THE SKY
It was around eight in the evening in Constantinople. The Sultan, Mehmed, had invited the Lanorthan equivalent of Dukes, Duchesses, Barons, etc from across the country to attend a garden party at his palace. The party had started by eight. Mehmed stood with in his ceremonial outfit, a glass of champagne in his hand, speaking to a Lanorthan equivalent of an Earl.
"Sultan, I am honoured to meet you." Said the Earl, named İlkay.
"Lets face it, my friend." Replied the Sultan. "We were going to meet eventually, with your position and all." They both chuckled at this. Mehmed took a sip of his champagne. The daughter of İlkay then approached her father. She was, in Mehmed's opinion, beautiful. Mehmed glanced at her and smiled. Her eyes widened as she realised who her father was talking to.
"Oh, Sultan. This is my daughter, Sabriye." Sabriye curtsied. Mehmed gestured with his hand for her to rise. Mehmed cleared his throat. He finished his champagne and his servant came over. Mehmed handed the servant the champagne glass and he walked away. Mehmed then took out his golden case and opened it, taking out a cigarette. He put it between his lips and pocketed the case, before he took out his gold lighter and lit the cigarette.
Sabriye was about the Sultan's age, just a little younger. Mehmed and Sabriye were both nineteen, although Mehmed was older than her by a few months.
He smiled, before Sabriye spoke. "Sultan, I am so happy to have finally met you!" She said.
"Likewise." Said Mehmed, removing the cigarette from his lips. Mehmed looked at Sabriye. Sabriye looked back at him. He smiled, putting the cigarette back up to his lips. Mehmed turned to the sky. "Are you enjoying the party?" Mehmed asked the two, admiring the stars in the sky.
"Yes, my Sultan." Said Sabriye. İlkay then said something similar. Mehmed nodded at this. İlkay then excused himself. Mehmed looked back at Sabriye.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Said Mehmed. Sabriye turned her head swiftly.
"Pardon, Sultan?" Said Sabriye.
"The stars." Mehmed said. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes." Said Sabriye, looking up. Mehmed turned.
"What was your name again?" Asked Sabriye.
"My name is Sabriye, Sultan." She responded.
"Of course." Said Mehmed. "Sabriye, just quickly, come with me. I'd like to show you something."
"Certainly, Sultan." She said. Mehmed walked away and she followed. Mehmed climbed the steps connecting the palace to the palace grounds. Mehmed gestured to the two guards, who opened the doors for them. Mehmed continued walking, climbing up some of the marble stairs inside the palace. Mehmed, one he reached the oversized landing, turned and approached a balcony. Mehmed stopped walking when he reached the balcony. Sabriye glanced at Mehmed.
"Look, Sabriye." Said Mehmed. He then stepped aside, gesturing to the view beyond the balcony. They both had a clear overlook over the whole city. The sound of distant cars could be heard. Sabriye looked in admiration.
"Wow." She said. "It's amazing!" She exclaimed.
"Isn't it just?" Said Mehmed, smiling. He then turned, placing his two hands on the balcony railing, leaning forwards. Sabriye stepped forward, standing next to Mehmed. She did not lean against the balcony, but placed her hands quite close together on the railing. "I could stare at this for hours, couldn't you?" Mehmed asked her.
"Yes, my Sultan, without a doubt." She said, still looking.
"Be honest with me, Sabriye. You don't have to lie to me to tell me what I would like to hear." Mehmed said, sounding a little more serious,
"I'm being honest, Sultan." She said, looking at him.
"You sure?" He asked, chuckling.
"Of course." She replied.
"I'm glad." He said. Mehmed began to tap the banister, humming a tune. Mehmed then stopped, turning his head to at Sabriye, who turned her head. "I just wanted to say, you are beautiful, Sabriye." She blushed.
"Thank you, Sultan." She said, sounding a little surprised. "I thought you, being Sultan would get more than enough attention from, you know, people like me." She said, sounding a little confused. Mehmed chuckled.
"Not really." He chuckled. Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance. Sabriye jumped, however, Mehmed simply looked up. Then, all of a sudden, five-hundred fireworks exploded in the air. Sabriye looked up and relaxed. Mehmed realised she had jumped. He chuckled.
"No need to get in a panic." He said. "It's just fireworks." Mehmed looked up at the sky, as hundreds more exploded. In total, there were 5,000 fireworks and Mehmed had ordered they were all used in the party to put on a display for the guests. Mehmed placed his hand onto Sabriye's. Sabriye looked at him and smiled, as she turned to watch the fireworks. She had no problem with it and found the Sultan to be rather handsome. They watched the fireworks together, which lit up the dim sky.

PART 5: TRAITORS AND CORPSES
Sultan Mehmed sat at his desk. Between his thumb and finger, he had a flavoured cigarette. He raised it up to his lips and inhaled, letting the sweet taste of vanilla roll over his tongue, as he let the smoke fill his lungs. He rested back in his chair, exhaling the smoke in a slow blow. The cigarettes he was using were personalised for him. The box was personalised so it did not warn you of the dangers of smoking. He had a metal case for other cigarettes, however. He took them out of the box and put them in. The case was gold and had gold engravings in it. The same with a personalised lighter he carried, it was also gold and had gold engravings.
There was a knock at the double doors to his office. He gestured with his hand holding the cigarette to the guards standing at either side of the double doors, who then moved in synchronisation to open the doors, before they returned to standing motionless beside the doors. In came the head of The Council of Elders, Behiç Pasha. He kneeled down two metres away from his desk.
Mehmed rose the cigarette to his lips once more, inhaling. He closed his eyes as he did, exhaling slowly. He stood up. He walked out in-front of his desk. He stood before Behiç, who looked up. Mehmed put his hand out and Behiç kissed it. Mehmed went back to his desk. Mehmed's servant pulled up a chair similar to the one Mehmed sat in, but was not identical, it was smaller. Mehmed sat back down behind his desk and continued smoking before speaking. "Behiç Pasha. Nice to see you." As he spoke, smoke came from his mouth.
"Likewise, my Sultan." He replied. "May I inquire, if you know why I am here?" He asked. Mehmed shaked his head. Behiç hummed breifly, nodding. "We believe there is a Democratic supporter within the Council of Elders and I am responsible for finding out who." Mehmed sat forward, his face now serious.
"A Democratic activist?" Mehmed questioned. When Behiç nodded, Mehmed sat back, raising the cigarette back to his lips and inhaling, before he stubbed it out and exhaled. "I want you to assure me you will find out who it is and report to me immediately."
"Yes, my Sul-" Behiç could not finish, as Mehmed interrupted him and he stopped talking.
"Because," interrupted Mehmed. "If you fail to, I will have your head. I will appoint a new head. And if they fail, I will have the head of every member of your council. Do you understand me, Behiç Pasha?"
"Yes, Sultan..." he replied, deep in thought. Suddenly, someone hammered at the door. Mehmed, looking up, gestured to the guards again. The doors were opened and two guards holding a man walked in. Behiç stood up and Mehmed's servant moved the chair out of the way. The two guards threw the man they had apprehended onto the floor. He had a bag over his head. Behiç looked to the Sultan, who stood up and approached the man.
"What is this?" Questioned Mehmed, walking slowly and cautiously.
"The Democratic sympathiser in the Council, Sultan." Said one of the guards. Behiç looked to the Sultan, a concerned look on his face. The Sultan walked towards the man and took the bag from his head. It was Kartal Pasha, who was a close friend of Behiç's. Behiç winced slightly when Mehmed removed the bag.
"You!" Said Mehmed, his face turning from serious to enraged. "You deceitful dog!" Roared Mehmed, turning to a chair. He turned it over and stared at Kartal. "Have this good-for-nothing pig executed." Mehmed said, his voice slightly quieter. One guard took their assault rifle and struck Kartal in the back of the head with the stock. Kartal had no intention of speaking.
"Come, my dear soldiers. Behiç Pasha, you may come if you want to see this traitor executed." Mehmed did not wait for an reply. He gestured to the guards, who grabbed Kartal and dragged him. Mehmed followed behind them. Mehmed grabbed his holster before he left and attached it to his belt. Inside was his personalised pistol. It was gold and black and was basically a Glock 43.
As they walked, Mehmed put on his black Bork Hat. They approached the courtyard of Mehmed's palace, called The Palace of Constantinople. The former council member was tossed to the ground. Mehmed placed his hand on the grip of his pistol and unholstered it. With Kartal kneeling, facing away from him, Mehmed placed the muzzle against the back of Kartal's head. Kartal closed his eyes and spoke his last words.
"You won't win, Mehmed. You know it. I know it. We will not be slaves to you, Mehmed. I will be joined in my crusade against you. If I fall, thousands will rise. You will not win."
"You fool." Mehmed replied. "I have already won." Mehmed wrapped his finger around the trigger. Mehmed applied a slight pressure. A shot fired from the pistol. Mehmed murmured something, holding the pistol by his side. "Get this mess cleaned up, friends." He gestured to the guards, who nodded and got to it.
Behiç walked out from the palace and looked at the corpse being taken away. He looked upset. "You should not have done that." Said Behiç, a sense of sadness in his voice. "You shouldn't have." Mehmed looked at him. "You made a mistake, Sultan! You will be hated for this!" Mehmed then smiled.
"Only if word breaks out. Which it won't." Mehmed said, smiling faintly. Mehmed raised his pistol and fired once at Behiç's chest. The bullet struck his heart, which cut off blood circulation to his brain. Behiç stood for a second, shocked. He looked at his wound, then looked at Mehmed, who fired another shot. It struck the center of his chest and Behiç fell, dead. "Have that cleaned up too please." Said Mehmed, who walked back into his palace.

PART 3: A MANIAC FOR A KING
Mehmed Haydar is currently the eldest blood relative of Emperor Victor Romanov, the last monarch of Lanorth. When he fled the country by boat in 1324, after he lost in the civil war, Lanorth became Republic. In 1382, he died at the age of 86.
His son, Nikita, decided it was best for the family to put their Imperial past behind him. He changed his name to Abdul to blend in with the culture of where they were living, somewhere in a desert region and changed his surname to Haydar. He died in 1408 at the age of 60, of pneumonia-related illnesses. His son, Mehmed, was now the eldest blood relative of Victor left alive.
Mehmed had been studying the situation in Lanorth closely. When the coup took place, he was ecstatic. He ordered his family to pack their belongings, as they were going to Lanorth to become the leaders of The Monarchist Party.
They took a private aircraft out of the region and entered international airspace soon after. They arrived in Lanorth a few hours later and were greeted by their supporters. Mehmed Haydar brought a great shock to the country. His name was completely different to that of the people, but Mehmed was arrogant and refused to change his name. He said he would 'change Lanorth for the greater good' if they managed to win the election that had now been called.
People flocked to the streets in order to vote for their chosen party. Mehmed's return was seen as patriotic and great. The people, who had not voted in decades, were reckless with their voting. They thought voting for Mehmed would be 'a good thing to do', as he promised he would change Lanorth for the greater good.
So, when the votes were counted, The Monarchist Party were victorious, winning by 11%. Lanorth was a pretty hot country. Most of Lanorth lives under a Mediterranean-like climate in the Summer and cool and wet in the Winters. On the coastline, it is often cold to cool during the Summer and one of the cooler parts of the country during that season.
Mehmed was proud of what his family did, fleeing to the desert regions. Because of this he was stubborn to adapt to old Lanorthan ways, stating he would rather Lanorth adapted to his. He wanted every citizen in Lanorth, every single one, to change their name to one similar to his, or at least, similar. This would create a huge problem, but he did not care. He wanted this. If someone refused they were given their own name and they were gonna like it.
Lanorth had made a mistake. He was going to abuse this. Their new King was a maniac. But he had far worse plans. He had now changed Lanorth's culture for the worse and was going to go further than that. He had plans to rewrite the whole constitution, abolish specific laws and create his own. He fired democratic advisors and appointed authoritarian/autocratic, monarchist ones he brought from the region he lived in.
He planned to form an absolute monarchy. Without democracy. And he planned to silence the democratic coup leaders, such as Anatoly. And he was going to do it, whether the people liked it, or not. Anyone who stood up to him, he would have executed. He now planned to rule with an iron fist, stronger than any former Lanorthan dictator. And this was only the beginning.

PART 3: A MANIAC FOR A KING
Mehmed Haydar is currently the eldest blood relative of Emperor Victor Romanov, the last monarch of Lanorth. When he fled the country by boat in 1324, after he lost in the civil war, Lanorth became Republic. In 1382, he died at the age of 86.
His son, Nikita, decided it was best for the family to put their Imperial past behind him. He changed his name to Abdul to blend in with the culture of where they were living, somewhere in a desert region and changed his surname to Haydar. He died in 1408 at the age of 60, of pneumonia-related illnesses. His son, Mehmed, was now the eldest blood relative of Victor left alive.
Mehmed had been studying the situation in Lanorth closely. When the coup took place, he was ecstatic. He ordered his family to pack their belongings, as they were going to Lanorth to become the leaders of The Monarchist Party.
They took a private aircraft out of the region and entered international airspace soon after. They arrived in Lanorth a few hours later and were greeted by their supporters. Mehmed Haydar brought a great shock to the country. His name was completely different to that of the people, but Mehmed was arrogant and refused to change his name. He said he would 'change Lanorth for the greater good' if they managed to win the election that had now been called.
People flocked to the streets in order to vote for their chosen party. Mehmed's return was seen as patriotic and great. The people, who had not voted in decades, were reckless with their voting. They thought voting for Mehmed would be 'a good thing to do', as he promised he would change Lanorth for the greater good.
So, when the votes were counted, The Monarchist Party were victorious, winning by 11%. Lanorth was a pretty hot country. Most of Lanorth lives under a Mediterranean-like climate in the Summer and cool and wet in the Winters. On the coastline, it is often cold to cool during the Summer and one of the cooler parts of the country during that season.
Mehmed was proud of what his family did, fleeing to the desert regions. Because of this he was stubborn to adapt to old Lanorthan ways, stating he would rather Lanorth adapted to his. He wanted every citizen in Lanorth, every single one, to change their name to one similar to his, or at least, similar. This would create a huge problem, but he did not care. He wanted this. If someone refused they were given their own name and they were gonna like it.
Lanorth had made a mistake. He was going to abuse this. Their new King was a maniac. But he had far worse plans. He had now changed Lanorth's culture for the worse and was going to go further than that. He had plans to rewrite the whole constitution, abolish specific laws and create his own. He fired democratic advisors and appointed authoritarian/autocratic, monarchist ones he brought from the region he lived in.
He planned to form an absolute monarchy. Without democracy. And he planned to silence the democratic coup leaders, such as Anatoly. And he was going to do it, whether the people liked it, or not. Anyone who stood up to him, he would have executed. He now planned to rule with an iron fist, stronger than any former Lanorthan dictator. And this was only the beginning.

PART TWO: THE COUP FOR KABLUKOV
20,000 protestors, mostly Monarchists and Democratic activists, whom the majority of were under the age of 30, following the request of Anatoly Tsyzyrev, were now protesting in Kablukov Square. Though it could not have happened at a worse time. Kablukov Square in the capital of Lanorth, was the biggest square in the country. It was due to be used, tomorrow, for the funeral of Lanorth's former Leader, who recently passed away.
The funeral plans were going atrociously wrong and Lanorth's Leader, Nicholas Brezhnev, wanted them dispersed and the square clear by the end of the day. The Police called in the Army. The Army approached the square from all sides as the police used tear gas and became increasingly violent. So the protestors followed suit, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with police, where eighteen protestors died and one hundred were arrested. Two policemen died and four were injured. Of the eighteen protestors who died, fourteen were under the age of twenty-five.
The Army responded violently, using tear gas to clear the streets now filled with overturned buses and roadblocks. They used rubber bullets to disperse crowds, but after a soldier was dragged aside and beaten, only after he punched a pregnant woman, the Army abandoned their rubber rounds and switched to live firing rounds. First, to intimidate crowds, they fired into the air. Gunshots were heard for miles as people in their homes filmed the chaos taking place outside, before uploading it to media sites, etc.
The protestors were defenceless, mostly. The Army were now in full swing and Nicholas Brezhnev gave the order for the 'assault' to begin. The Army, who were standing in a straight line across the square, approximately sixty feet away from the protestors, had their guns lowered But now, they raised their assault rifles and opened fire. Screams filled the city. Screams of pain. In the first few minutes, around a hundred were killed, wounded or missing. Tanks began to enter the square and started gunning down protestors with machine guns.
Soldiers approached wounded protestors and executed them, as they walked over dead bodies, still firing into the dispersing crowds. Protestors used bikes, pulling carts, to transport wounded away from what seemed to be the site of a battleground. The youngest killed in the first fifteen minutes was a thirteen year old, who was coming home from school and running away from the scene.
The massacre continued on throughout the day, as word reached Anatoly, who apparently had a nervous breakdown at what he had done, or what he had caused. The Army were relentless. The leader of the protests in the square, Sergei Kolontayev, was apprehended by police as he tried to help the wounded. He was dragged away, beaten and had his head placed against the muzzle of a tank's machine gun, before it fired.
Casualties, within the first hour, were in the thousands. As the wounded were dragged away by their family, friends or surviving protestors, the Army began to stop firing. Patrols began to circle the area within ten miles of the square to hunt for survivors, who were wanted dead or alive by the Government and police.
The massacre was recorded by more than fifty people from numerous different angles and from the ground. A video surfaced of a woman who was wounded and living her final moments. She recorded a soldier approach her, in full combat uniform. She was crying and begged for mercy, but the last thing the camera recorded as her voice being silenced after the soldier rose his assault rifle and fired one bullet. A survivor, wounded, crawled up to her after and realised the phone was still recording, so uploaded it before scurrying away.
The Military Dictatorship in Lanorth needed to be overthrown, one way or another. So Anatoly demanded that there was no delay and that they needed to act now. So, as night fell and the square, normally quiet and illuminated, had no light and was bustling with noise from tank engines, etc. So, the helicopter that would be used to abduct Nicholas Brezhnev flew over without attracting too much attention.
Inside the helicopter, six former special forces soldiers who defected to join Anatoly due to them sharing the same democratic ideas. They all had state of the art gear and weapons, dressed in black military uniform, which black Kevlar vests on, black helmets, a mount and NVG/NODs at the ready.
They were sixty seconds out, so they flipped their NODs down. The mission was meant to last less than a minute. His bedroom was known to be right next to a balcony, which could be easily broken into. They were going to go loud, it would be a quick in-and-out sort of thing.
The helicopter turned around and opened it's back doors. The six operatives ran out and kicked in the balcony door. Inside, a servant was standing there. He flew backwards in shock and was about to let out a scream, but two suppressed shots prevented him from doing so. They turned right and kicked in the door to his bedroom, where they grabbed Brezhnev and his wife and rushed out. They had to shoot two guards, but that was it. They were back in the helicopter and were now speeding away.
The helicopter sped to a remote location as fast as possible. Across the country, Government members were abducted from their homes and were taken to this site discreetly, in different forms of transport. The helicopter arrived first, followed by a van. In the back, it had eleven of the twenty-two Government ministers. About twenty minutes later, the second van arrived with the other eleven. By this time, the helicopter and the first van was hidden and now, the second van was also hidden. They started recording.
They demanded the Government all agree to hand over power to the organisation, so Democratic order could be restored. Footage from the massacre was uploaded onto the television. The people were shocked. Now, the people would likely support the new Democratic movement about to be put into place.
The Government agreed. Anatoly Tsyzyrev, who arrived to the site soon after, was handed emergency power and he declared a Provisional Government was now due to be formed, until the new constitution was written and Democratic order restored to the country. He named the coup 'The Coup for Kablukov', in memory of the protestors who died.
He, with the evidence of the massacre, was the judge and jury, but not the executioner. He sentenced all twenty-two members of the Government to death. They were taken outside, one by one, kneeled down facing away from the officer carrying out the execution and shot in the back of the head with a pistol. Not too far away, they were buried in a mass grave and their bodies burned.
Tsyzyrev seemed to be different. His face was pale, way too pale and he had dark bags under his eyes. His eyes also seemed odd, for some reason. They seemed to be slightly red. Instead of being active, he shuffled slightly and wore a dark overcoat, rather than his normal military uniform. He seemed to have his arms folded a whole lot more, was slightly slouched over and had his chin dug into his coat. Something was off about him.
But anyway, Tsyzyrev was named President of the new Provisional Government as a constitution was written. With the Military Government abolished, the man who commanded the soldiers at Kablukov Square, Major General Nikolai Kondratiy, was raided whilst he was in his home. Before the soldiers were about to storm his room, he began to fire bullets from a pistol out of the door, hitting two men, killing one after he was shot in the gut, which penetrated a vital organ. So, a frag grenade was thrown into his room and he was killed.

PART ONE: ANATOLY TSYZYREV
Anatoly Tsyzyrev was a tall man and rather handsome. He was around thirty-eight years old and six foot three. Born in the far north of the country, his parents, Ivan and Maria Tsyzyrev, were rather wealthy. When Anatoly was born in 1382, his father was a former politician, but now the head of a mafia organisation. Because of his risky lifestyle in that occupation, Anatoly never met his father. If Ivan was traced and captured with his family, they would all be arrested.
In 1393, Ivan was detained by police after he was caught gambling in a casino, drunk. He was executed by firing squad a week later, which led to his mafia waging a war against the state - a war they could not and would not win. They were wiped out or arrested and were classed as 'non-existent' in January of 1384. Anatoly never knew his father, he only had a framed picture of Ivan standing next to Maria.
Anatoly grew up and went to university when he was 18, in 1400. But, in the dawn of the new century, Lanorth entered a new political phase. The military had seized power and  military dictatorship had subsequently been established. When the military first seized power, he supported them. But, when the leader of the state at the time, Vladimir Kudryatsev decided to wipe out all connections to organised crime in the former Lanorth, Anatoly panicked and went into hiding.
Maria was arrested in 1406 for her connection with Ivan and was sentenced to death, after being found guilty of being associated with the mafia. In 1407 she was executed. Word reached Anatoly in hiding where he was filled with rage. In this rage, he murdered two policemen after they knocked on his door during an inspection of the area. He dumped their bodies and fled south.
.In 1408, Anatoly had a child with Katerina Pomelov, a waitress he had met in a bar. But they started to distance after she learned who he was. Katerina still loved him, however and they went on to have two more children. Anatoly joined an underground organisation called 'A Better Lanorth'. They often smuggled in weapons from abroad and the Black Market was something they heavily relied on.
A supposedly infamous but yet wanted criminal in Lanorth, Anatoly was rather well known. The Government said he murdered eighteen policemen in a shootout, but this was all false. With the supposed crimes under his belt, he rose quickly up the ranks of the organisation and later became a Major General. Unfortunately, the deputy of the organisation was picked up by the Alexandrov Detective Agency in 1416. He died in police custody without giving anything away.
The head of the organisation, Yaroslav Melnikov, appointed Anatoly as his deputy. Anatoly then, in late December, visited Katerina who had moved closer to the coast. Around 20 minutes after leaving he was ambushed my soldiers. He managed to escape by boat to the islands. He hid in a cellar underground as soldiers searched the islands for him. He was nowhere to be found. He spent New Year's Day in that cellar.
He was only able to leave in March of 1417, when the soldiers finally began to let off their search. But instead of returning to the organisation, Anatoly decided to move in with Katerina. He remained with her until January 1419, when he returned to the organisation and still managed to keep his rank.
When he returned, he was met with open arms and was also alerted of the plan to restore democracy in Lanorth via a coup, where they would perform a raid on the residence of the leader of Lanorth, abduct him and transport him to the capital, where he is to hand power over to the organisation, who will reform politics in the country for the greater good.
If this succeeded, the organisation would be disbanded and every member would return to their everyday lives. If they failed, it would be catastrophic for the organisation. They had done a lot of planning and had bought up-to-date weaponry and kit from abroad and from the black market. Everything was going to plan. Now it was time to put the plan into action.

PART ONE: ANATOLY TSYZYREV
Anatoly Tsyzyrev was a tall man and rather handsome. He was around thirty-eight years old and six foot three. Born in the far north of the country, his parents, Ivan and Maria Tsyzyrev, were rather wealthy. When Anatoly was born in 1382, his father was a former politician, but now the head of a mafia organisation. Because of his risky lifestyle in that occupation, Anatoly never met his father. If Ivan was traced and captured with his family, they would all be arrested.
In 1393, Ivan was detained by police after he was caught gambling in a casino, drunk. He was executed by firing squad a week later, which led to his mafia waging a war against the state - a war they could not and would not win. They were wiped out or arrested and were classed as 'non-existent' in January of 1384. Anatoly never knew his father, he only had a framed picture of Ivan standing next to Maria.
Anatoly grew up and went to university when he was 18, in 1400. But, in the dawn of the new century, Lanorth entered a new political phase. The military had seized power and  military dictatorship had subsequently been established. When the military first seized power, he supported them. But, when the leader of the state at the time, Vladimir Kudryatsev decided to wipe out all connections to organised crime in the former Lanorth, Anatoly panicked and went into hiding.
Maria was arrested in 1406 for her connection with Ivan and was sentenced to death, after being found guilty of being associated with the mafia. In 1407 she was executed. Word reached Anatoly in hiding where he was filled with rage. In this rage, he murdered two policemen after they knocked on his door during an inspection of the area. He dumped their bodies and fled south.
.In 1408, Anatoly had a child with Katerina Pomelov, a waitress he had met in a bar. But they started to distance after she learned who he was. Katerina still loved him, however and they went on to have two more children. Anatoly joined an underground organisation called 'A Better Lanorth'. They often smuggled in weapons from abroad and the Black Market was something they heavily relied on.
A supposedly infamous but yet wanted criminal in Lanorth, Anatoly was rather well known. The Government said he murdered eighteen policemen in a shootout, but this was all false. With the supposed crimes under his belt, he rose quickly up the ranks of the organisation and later became a Major General. Unfortunately, the deputy of the organisation was picked up by the Alexandrov Detective Agency in 1416. He died in police custody without giving anything away.
The head of the organisation, Yaroslav Melnikov, appointed Anatoly as his deputy. Anatoly then, in late December, visited Katerina who had moved closer to the coast. Around 20 minutes after leaving he was ambushed my soldiers. He managed to escape by boat to the islands. He hid in a cellar underground as soldiers searched the islands for him. He was nowhere to be found. He spent New Year's Day in that cellar.
He was only able to leave in March of 1417, when the soldiers finally began to let off their search. But instead of returning to the organisation, Anatoly decided to move in with Katerina. He remained with her until January 1419, when he returned to the organisation and still managed to keep his rank.
When he returned, he was met with open arms and was also alerted of the plan to restore democracy in Lanorth via a coup, where they would perform a raid on the residence of the leader of Lanorth, abduct him and transport him to the capital, where he is to hand power over to the organisation, who will reform politics in the country for the greater good.
If this succeeded, the organisation would be disbanded and every member would return to their everyday lives. If they failed, it would be catastrophic for the organisation. They had done a lot of planning and had bought up-to-date weaponry and kit from abroad and from the black market. Everything was going to plan. Now it was time to put the plan into action.

PART ONE: ANATOLY TSYZYREV
Anatoly Tsyzyrev was a tall man and rather handsome. He was around thirty-eight years old and six foot three. Born in the far north of the country, his parents, Ivan and Maria Tsyzyrev, were rather wealthy. When Anatoly was born in 1382, his father was a former politician, but now the head of a mafia organisation. Because of his risky lifestyle in that occupation, Anatoly never met his father. If Ivan was traced and captured with his family, they would all be arrested.
In 1393, Ivan was detained by police after he was caught gambling in a casino, drunk. He was executed by firing squad a week later, which led to his mafia waging a war against the state - a war they could not and would not win. They were wiped out or arrested and were classed as 'non-existent' in January of 1384. Anatoly never knew his father, he only had a framed picture of Ivan standing next to Maria.
Anatoly grew up and went to university when he was 18, in 1400. But, in the dawn of the new century, Lanorth entered a new political phase. The military had seized power and  military dictatorship had subsequently been established. When the military first seized power, he supported them. But, when the leader of the state at the time, Vladimir Kudryatsev decided to wipe out all connections to organised crime in the former Lanorth, Anatoly panicked and went into hiding.
Maria was arrested in 1406 for her connection with Ivan and was sentenced to death, after being found guilty of being associated with the mafia. In 1407 she was executed. Word reached Anatoly in hiding where he was filled with rage. In this rage, he murdered two policemen after they knocked on his door during an inspection of the area. He dumped their bodies and fled south.
.In 1408, Anatoly had a child with Katerina Pomelov, a waitress he had met in a bar. But they started to distance after she learned who he was. Katerina still loved him, however and they went on to have two more children. Anatoly joined an underground organisation called 'A Better Lanorth'. They often smuggled in weapons from abroad and the Black Market was something they heavily relied on.
A supposedly infamous but yet wanted criminal in Lanorth, Anatoly was rather well known. The Government said he murdered eighteen policemen in a shootout, but this was all false. With the supposed crimes under his belt, he rose quickly up the ranks of the organisation and later became a Major General. Unfortunately, the deputy of the organisation was picked up by the Alexandrov Detective Agency in 1416. He died in police custody without giving anything away.
The head of the organisation, Yaroslav Melnikov, appointed Anatoly as his deputy. Anatoly then, in late December, visited Katerina who had moved closer to the coast. Around 20 minutes after leaving he was ambushed my soldiers. He managed to escape by boat to the islands. He hid in a cellar underground as soldiers searched the islands for him. He was nowhere to be found. He spent New Year's Day in that cellar.
He was only able to leave in March of 1417, when the soldiers finally began to let off their search. But instead of returning to the organisation, Anatoly decided to move in with Katerina. He remained with her until January 1419, when he returned to the organisation and still managed to keep his rank.
When he returned, he was met with open arms and was also alerted of the plan to restore democracy in Lanorth via a coup, where they would perform a raid on the residence of the leader of Lanorth, abduct him and transport him to the capital, where he is to hand power over to the organisation, who will reform politics in the country for the greater good.
If this succeeded, the organisation would be disbanded and every member would return to their everyday lives. If they failed, it would be catastrophic for the organisation. They had done a lot of planning and had bought up-to-date weaponry and kit from abroad and from the black market. Everything was going to plan. Now it was time to put the plan into action.

VALET FINDS GENERAL KUDRYAVTSEV DEAD IN HIS BED
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NATION IS STUNNED BY NEWS
 
It was announced by his private estate at 10:45am to-day that Vladimir Kudryavtsev, the leader of Lanorth, who retired to rest in fair health, died peacefully in his sleep early this morning of lung-related issues caused by his constant smoking habits. In accordance with the constitution, his deputy, Nicholas Brezhnev, has immediately been notified of General Kudryavtsev's passing and has immediately become the leader of Lanorth.
The family of the General received the news on an island off the coast of Lanorth, during the night, that he had passed away peacefully in his sleep. They immediately took a flight to the estate where he passed away. Not much information has been revealed as of yet as the story was only recently released, as more information is due to pour in within the next few hours or so.
The nation has begun to mourn the loss of their great General. The nation has entered a week-mourning period. All schools have been shut down for that week as well as the majority of businesses and non-essential supermarkets. The national anthem is being sung across the country and a two-minute is due to to be held soon in his honour.