November 7, 4:30 PM. Akademie für Männer entrance.
"How is the empire doing?" Rebecca was talking with Ivan. "On the past year, we lost most of the control over the Oceania, and the America. They stopped the terrorists acts to improve their image, so most people just surrendered to them. It would have been better if we still had you in the NMA, Lotta." Rebecca lit up a cigarette, and then lit up Ivan's cigar. "How is she?" Rebecca smiled in an uncomfortable manner. "Getting better." Ivan handed over a pile of documents to Rebecca, as usual.
