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Third day.

Three days after the conflict, and one day after an isolated village was convinced about it's current status, the no-longer isolated town Skalistykholm has changed their flags from old ones from the brutal USR regime to the new ones resembling the Sminishian Socialist Republic. The journalist Miladena Popov has stayed in that town for a day after gathering information about the place: What kind of food do they eat; How rich are they compared to other villages (treasury); What's the newly established local Democratic system now; How large is the town; How developed is it; And finally, where they ethnically Sminishian or Kurikian? All of the answers are given according to the information: Mainly stale bread and reindeer meat; One of the poorest towns in the entire country so far; Locally direct democracy; 3.5 KM in area; Still developing; Ethnic Sminishian, although they seem to be Kurikianized, not to mention actual ethnic Kurikians ran this place.

After all the information gathering done by Miladena Popov, she finally got out of the entrance after a nice cup of coffee given by a polite villager. She would say that she's tired now, but the coffee woke her up and energized her. - "Well... not done with my job yet." - Miladena enters the car, inhaling and exhaling, turning on the vehicle. Before she could drive away, she was marking a GPS destination to another area that has been annexed by Sminishia. She drives now, with her face looking like she doesn't want to do another long trip, just wants to go home, throw herself to bed and breathe warm house air. Of course, she does this to support the Gradvest media, who have now managed to broadcast the no-longer isolated town, and for the salary they're paying to her because of the job.

You are now approaching your destination, Spokoyreka, Sminishia. 58 minutes before arrival.

Despite an estimated time of one hour, her car's fuel is about to run out of fuel for one hour and a half. Miladena realizes this, and she sighs strongly, if she does make it, she hopes that there's a working gas station since the city was probably hit by war. Why is she being called to a city? She has heard that it's facing a growingly mild humanitarian crisis, if it's deadly, she prays for herself not to be killed despite being irreligious. Her GPS is interrupted, for someone is calling her, it is Milanko Kovac, head of Gravest, she picks up. - "Good morning, sir Kovac." - She simply greets on the phone while driving (her car is on speaker).

- "Good morning, madam Miladena, how was Skalistykholm?" - Asks Kovac while talking in phone with the journalist.

- "Em, decent, I'm guessing. At least I made them realize their official status. I sure do hope the Sminishian state cooperates to develop the town for it's bright future." - She gave her opinion. - "How about you, Kovac? How is Gradvest going?" -

- "Glad you asked, we broadcasted every single bit of your footage after we edited them to blur people's faces." -

- "Good to hear, I'm going to a town called Spokoyreka, last time I saw the town in the GPS map, it looked like it was between the border of Sminishia and Belekria, is that true?" -

- "Yes, I heard reports from security guards and even soldiers that the town is split into two urban regions and there's a mild humanitarian crisis, but that's all I know, we're sending you there to uncover reasonings of why is the crisis happening." - Says Kovac.

Miladena now really looks like she doesn't want to do it, but she has to. - "Ah, sh¡t. I'm assuming city neighbors don't like each other, do they?" -

- "I... guess. Just have your camera and wireless microphone ready, do not worry, I'll call a law enforcement official for a bulletproof vest for you to guarantee safe journalism. Remember, if a shootout happens, do not attempt to fight, stay in cover. Good luck." -

- "Wait, I have another que-" - Miladena is interrupted, as Kovac has hung up from the phone. She groans out of worry for safety, slight anger and a feeling of 'I really don't want to do this'.

Ypu are now approaching your destination, Spokoyreka, Belekria. 49 minutes before arrival.

Miladena doesn't question why the country name is changed to Belekria, since she heard it's split into two administrations.

Fifty minutes later, at Spokoyreka.

*Pa-ckl*

A stamp is heard, following next with a small "book" being closed, papers shuffling and a person being really thankful of something. As the thankful person passes something, an official by the name of Bohda Zacharov, a Sminishian border official, is seen working to keep the new borders safe. This border is exactly in the middle of the city square of Spokoyreka. - "Checkpoint 04 available, next!" - He said while grabbing a microphone for the speaker to sound. Just after that, a man from Sanada steps in the checkpoint with his readied documents, the line was faster than expected, but he was still uncomfortable from waiting an hour while he was using his smartphone to it's battery death.

- "Papers, please." - Zacharov performs a small hand gesture of quickly moving his fingers back at him, telling the person to hand over the documents.

The Sanadan man sighs. - "Of course, I hope it's worth approving. " - He says, handing over three documents, which are: ID supplement that includes average appearance, date of birth, weight, height, fingerpri of thumb and coded numbers; An entry permit listing purpose of border passing, time of staying in the country, name and expiration date; Most importantly, the passport which lists the date birth, gender (male), issuing city, expiration date, coded numbers and most importantly, the country. Despite being Sanadan, he has a Krionikian passport due to Sanada being administrated by the Confederal Kingdom of Krionik.

Zacharov begins inspecting the documents before asking questions. - "Purpose of visit?" -

- "I-I'm passing through." - Answered the Sanadan man, named Rotislav Hanak according to the documents.

- "Duration of time?" -

- "About two weeks, inspector." -

After a full minute of investigation and reading rulebooks, the documents are all legitimate, Zacharov stamps a green approval to Hanak's passport, then giving him back the documents. - "Please, behave properly." -

- "Will do." -

Hanak steps out of the checkpoint, stepping his feet in Sminishian territory. Zacharov does not get a citation of punishment, but does get called to take a lunch break, so he grabs the speaker's microphone. - "Checkpoint 04 will change inspector for one hour, please ready your documents as he positions himself in the ckeckpoint." -

Minutes later, Zacharov grabs a grilled cheese he made this morning and saved it to this time. Before taking a bite, he accidentally bumps to a woman with a bulletproof vest, almost falling, but thankfully not doing so. - "Forgive me, madam, I was being impatient." - He apologized, but then stopped again this time more calmly.

- "Excuse me, sir. Are you a border inspector?" - Asked the woman.

- "Well, yes, I'm currently taking a lunch break, why do you ask? Was there a mistaken person I let through?" - Answers Zacharov, only for him to question twice.

- "I'm that gal you met a year ago, Miladena Popov, I came here as journalist to uncover a humanitarian crisis here." - Said Miladena, who is wearing a bulletproof vest a police officer gave her the vest even marks the Gradvest logo.

- "... You are that woman! Popov! Dobro je vidjeti vas! (It is good to see you!)" - Greeted Zacharov in Lovci language (Sminishian primary language). - "Yes, there is a humanitarian crisis, just yesterday there was a terrorist attack committed by an unknown extremist group, and dozens of people from Belekria, who aren't even from Belekria, are coming to Sminishia." - He says.

- "Glad to see you too, Zacharov. I feel sorry for those killed by the terrorist attack, it's shocking." - Said Miladena.

- "Indeed it is, even neighbors from both borders are yelling at each other profanities and slur words. You can ask me any question you want!" - Zacharov leads Miladena to a lunch table for further discussion. Just after that, they are having an interview with each other.

Nobody knows what will happen next, but it won't be as dark as yesterday.

Zukchiva
Gorbastan
Kampf Empire
Belekria I hope you don't mind that I keep making up towns.
Brethren