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Mr. Vanyelev looked at his watch quickly before giving his attention back to the president. Trotzig had called his entire cabinet and several high-ranking party members to this gathering; they were all assembled in the small meeting room.

The Fascist Party had not been the same since the collapse of the Right Wing Collective; several members had blamed Trotzig for the alliance's downfall. Those that believed that were fools; Vanyelev knew that the president had nothing to do with it. That did not by any means stop him from mistrusting Mr. Trotzig though. He was not the only one, oh no, there were quite a few in the Party that shared the same feelings. Revealing those thoughts would be suicide of course, but Vanyelev knew, he could see and feel it.

'Perhaps something will come of it. The mistrust for our leader, the desire for something new, something better...'

Another factor contributing to the anger towards Trotzig was his recent paranoid behavior. Just last week he had executed four party officials for "communist conspiracy." His constant purges were not healthy for his reputation; they aroused great suspicion. The paranoia of the president was like a disease, spreading throughout the Party and infecting its members.

President Trotzig was speaking of party unity; this entire meeting had been based on the topic. It appeared that their leader had sensed it as well, something was building up and finally it would be let loose.

Mr. Vanyelev looked across the room at the man. He had always been curious of that man; Levkin was his name. He was one of them, not a traitor, but a dreamer.

'That's what I am, a dreamer, not a rebel or a traitor. I simply wish for a better way. It has a nice ring to it.' Valyenev smiled to himself.

Perhaps Levkin could be persuaded to help...

'To help in what? A revolution? No, the people of Zarbia are too frightened to stand against their glorious leader. Just the same, it would be too complicated, the communists would see a chance to rise and I prefer a thousand Trotzig's to that.'

The situation was indeed complicated but the key was time. Time would shape how the Trotzig affair played out.


OOC: This is a buildup to a coming regime change; basically the Party is going to break down from the inside. If you are interested in this at all TG me and maybe we can turn this into an RP. As well, if you have any comments, please feel free to post. Thanks.

Sleep was not possible.

It had been five hours since the meeting had ended; Vanyelev had gone home, eaten, and tried to rest. He was brimming with ideas, so many in fact that he had began writing them down in a notebook. The biggest problem was to unite those who were against Trotzig. No one would admit their disloyalty, it meant death.

But again, what about Levkin? Little was known about him except that he was the director for some special forces branch. Even that information was unclear, digging would be required.

Vanyelev looked at the clock, it was already quarter past eleven. He needed to rest, he was exhausted. He closed the notebook and placed it in the drawer of his bed side table. Laying down on the bed he watched the clock, its seconds ticking by. Finally he turned the light off and closed his eyes.

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Vanyelev had lapsed into the realm of sleep about midnight, his dreams haunting him. The morning greeted him unpleasantly; the alarm clock set for seven jolted him awake. He hated sleeping less than the recommended eight hours; it left him feeling groggy and unfit to work. Hopefully a strong pot of coffee would get him in the right mood.

After a long shower and hearty breakfast Vanyelev dressed and readied himself to leave. The drive to the office was less than ten minutes, he would get there with a few minutes to spare.

As Vanyelev started the car he almost felt relieved that he was only a level three party member. Level three was nothing to be ashamed of, his job was an important post but nothing compared to level four or five. With great power came great responsibility however; members of the two higher levels had to be at the office by seven o'clock. Except for the president of course, he usually arrived at around nine.

He entered his office, being head of the Subdivision A of the Propaganda Department had its benefits. Isolated from the rest of the group was a privilege, there were very few of his co-workers that he could put up with. His superiors discouraged him from bonding with any of them anyway, they were only level two's.

Sitting down, he tapped a long finger on the keyboard of his computer, the machine immediately turning on. He was ahead in his work; the new pro-fascism pamphlets had been made and distributed earlier than expected. He decided to spend some time to find out more information about Levkin.

Opening the Fascist Party Archives, he took a moment to think about his actions. This was very suspicious, if he was not careful he could be in a very bad position. Accepting reality he took a deep breath and typed "Levkin, A." in the search box...

Vanyelev frowned, no search results had appeared. He probably didn't have clearance for the files, if there were any files in the first place. Levkin really was a mystery, a classified mystery. Disappointment set in quickly, his search had been stopped in its tracks as quickly as it had begun.

A loud knock at the door startled him. A young man, Molshova by name, entered the office and saluted briefly.

"Yes?" asked Vanyelev in a sour tone.

'Could have fucking waited until I called him in,' he thought bitterly.

"Sir, a new shipment of posters due for editing have arrived downstairs."

Vanyelev frowned again. "Thank you for the notice. Assign it to groups one and two, they have nothing to work on at the moment."

Molshova saluted once more and left the office.

The clock read nine o'clock, another seven hours until he could go home. In a few minutes he would go downstairs and check if there were any urgent projects to be done. Everything had been fairly calm in the Propaganda Departments lately, stress was minimal.

Vanyelev stood up with a groan and left his office. He walked passed the cubicle groupings, heading towards the elevator. After a quick visit to his superiors he would get started on whatever work he had to do. Today was going to be a long day...