Raven stalked through the maze of bookshelves in the labyrinthine Library of Aranea. Even though the library was never really empty, she always felt as though she were walking alone. She was aware that many of the beings in this place were watching her as she walked. She didn't fear them, per se, but she did maintain a basic wariness. No one knew where she was; she had purposely contacted no one about her positions or whereabouts. She was also certain that the spell of her voice was constantly active, so that if she were about to be attacked, the attacker would know to expect a powerful counterattack.
Raven had considered going to the large Druid library, but she knew that while she might be able to find something within those shelves, she might as well browse among the shelves of the Earth rather than in those of the Sky. That was why she had chosen the ancient library of Aranea, which was built many thousands of years before. She did not know if there had been many people in the library at the time, but she wondered if Aranea had made the Library of Aranea as a reward for people coming to the Temple and asking to learn. That thought made her smile.
She really didn't know why she was roaming the Library of Aranea.
The most awaited day in Russia…. The day when their saviour would come and save their motherland from the grips of disasters. The day when the wounds from the nuclear and chemical attacks would heal. The day when the world would see Russia in a whole new light. Today is the day when they are finally free from the shackles of the Nato and America.
Somewhere in the Pacific sea, a Russian nuclear submarine hunts for its next prey.
On board this ship, two crew members are fighting for survival as a powerful storm rages outside. They know that their whole crew is dead by now and that they have no hope of survival. But they fight on. For there is hope. There is always hope.
Their sub is attacked by a jumbo jet aircraft. The crew tries to protect the sub using the aft gun turret but the aircraft is too powerful. In a matter of minutes, their efforts are all in vain. The entire jet is swallowed into the mouth of the giant, nuclear sub. But all is not lost. The crew escapes the exploding sub and is now in the Pacific Ocean, in a small rubber dingy. They have just one chance of survival.
Cut to somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The dingy is found by a Chinese submarine. The captain of the Chinese sub finds out that the two men in the rescued dingy are Russians. He orders their arrest. But the Russian sub crew men have other plans. They overpower the Chinese sub crew members and hijack their ship. They take a hostage. The Chinese captain.
It is time for the Chinese sub to go on the offensive. The sub captain orders to surface. But this is the chance the Russian duo was waiting for. They fire an arrow with an explosive tip to the Chinese sub, and they are victorious.
The Russian sub is now in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, free from NATO and American forces. But still, there's trouble in the streets of the motherland. The rag tag opposition are out in the street, protesting against the so-called 'chaos in the street.' Downtown Moscow is a mess. Tanks and troops deployed by the Russian Army surround the Kremlin and the Red Square.
In the middle of all this, in the middle of the chaos in the streets, another flashing light of Russian patriotism appears at the window of the submarine. The Russian soldier, who has lost his brother in the US attack, will not allow his country to die. He jumps out of the submarine and reveals himself to be a Marine.
The Marine walks towards the Kremlin.
"We cannot take the world from the Russians.