The East PacificBoard

Third day evening.

Still in the corresponding time in the town of Spokoyreka, the journalist Miladena Popov leaves the place of the lunchroom, she has finished uploading every single bit of the footage she captured on the camera to the Gradvest website's submission page. Now all she has to do is buy gasoline from a gas station in the southern administration of the divided and war torn city they call Spokoyreka. Minutes after driving to a station, she finds one undamaged, best part is, the usually long time of waiting is now short, for almost everyone who needed gasoline has bought them, so she sighs in relief and parks her car in the station. Just after parking, she hops out of the car, still wearing vest and being wary about the surroundings of the currently deadly city, she even panics inside a little.

After hopping off the car, she enters the gas station, and just like every gas station in the planet, it is also a small store. Miladena Popov has her wallet ready, but despite only here to pay for gasoline and car refueling, she hasn't eaten since the morning, so she spends a little time looking for oven baked potato chips and water bottles. She takes three bags of chips and one water bottle. As Miladena took all of those, she accidentally bumps into two men holding packs of vodka, immediately being awkward. - "S-Sorry, won't happen again." - She apologizes, then passing by. The two men, instead of forgiving her, make very mean glares at her. When Miladena is in front of the cashier, those two same men get on line behind her, making her sweat out of nervousness.

The cashier named Spas Kondratiev takes the chips and the water bottle, scanning their barcodes with... a laser barcode scanner. - "That would be twenty six Smils with four cents." - He said the price.

Miladena Popov then includes something. - "Can you turn on thirteen gallons of gas in number four? I need to refuel." - She says.

- "Of course, that would be eighty five Smils with eight cents, making that one hundred twelve Smils with two cents in total." - Kondratiev said it calmly. Despite a lot of people coming in to get gasoline, Miladena is one of the fastest customers the station has ever had this day. Kondratiev is an ethnic Kurikian or Belekrian, but he's friendly even to Sminishians.

Miladena Popov takes out bills worth of one hundred twenty Smils and gives it to Kondratiev, who then gives her the chips, water bottle and the change worth of seven Smils with eight cents. Popov then thanks the cashier, and heads out, leaving the building of the station. After leaving, she approaches her car while again, being wary of the surroundings, and opens the vehicle's door of it's back seat, placing the chips and water bottle there. She even hops in the car, but before she could start the car, she realizes that she has yet to refuel, and thus facepalms, underestimating her intelligence by murmuring 'I'm stupid'. Miladena hops out of the car again, and starts refueling it with gasoline. While she refuels the car, she trembles of both fear and cold, blowing 'cloud smokes' out of her mouth despite wearing warm clothes. Less than a minute later, it stops refueling, meaning that she has finished, and thus places back the pump to the tank.

Before Miladena could start her car, one of the two men from the gas station "mysteriously" shows up in front of her, making her jump out of surprise. - "A-Aw jeez, you scared me." - She said, while her heart bumped a bit faster.

- "Oh, I'm sorry for that." - Apologized the man. - "Just thought of coming over to you to say... I forgive you." -

- "... Forgive me for what?" - Asked Miladena, who kind of forgot what happened.

- "Well, accidentally bumping into us, sorry for not forgiving you as well." - He said, forgiving and apologizing at the same time.

- "It's... it's alright, but honestly, this is a bit weird." - Miladena did feel slightly uncomfortable.

- "No worries. By the way, your name is Miladena Popov, just like in the broadcasts, right?" - Asked the man.

Miladena Popov, the journalist woman, was now feeling more uncomfortable. - "Y-Yeah, guess I am. Listen, I have to go, for my job here is done." - She says, trying to hop in to her car, only to be stopped by said man.

- "Hold on there, I haven't introduced myself yet." - Said the man while blocking Popov from the driver's seat door. - "My name is Nediljko Hospod, I just want to talk with you." - He introduced his name, but it doesn't impress the poor woman.

- "That's great and all, but I seriously have to go!" - Said Miladena, desperate to go back home. As she tries to avoid talking with Hospod, a car parks at number three of the gas station.

After the parking, Hospod then whistled with his fingers in his mouth, confusing Miladena. Another one of the men shows up behind her, catching her. - "Got you." - Said the second man, that is where the woman struggles.

- "Let me go!" - She struggles, stomping hard with her strength on the man's feet. Fortunately, the man's shoes were old, as he felt pain, releasing the woman. However, Hospod takes the woman.

- "Stop moving, woman!" - Hospod begins to struggle to hold the woman, this is an abduction attempt.

The driver of the car that has parked in number three of the gas station sees the abduction attempt, and quickly opens the driver's seat door, hopping out of the car and running towards the action. As he gets near Hospod, he blows out a punch to his right cheek, eventually releasing Miladena. The journalist woman gets released, almost falling, then looks at the man who punched the guy. That man is Bohda Zacharov, the border inspector who has finished his job today. - "... Zacharov?" -

Zacharov nods. Because the punch was strong and painful, both Hospod and his partner run away to the streets, failing to abduct a not-so-popular journalist. Zacharov finally answers to Miladena after punching Hospod. - "Indeed." -

Miladena widely smiles with a happy grin. - "Thank you so much!" - She thanked Zacharov, hugging him after. - "Never experienced this before, but I'm really glad you came in." - She says, still hugging him.

Zacharov makes a slight blush, he's never been hugged by a woman before other than his mother. That guy ran away because of one painful punch? Pathetic, usually he would have put a longer fight than just one hit. He hugs Miladena back for a while, but then releases her later. - "Well, don't put all the thanks for me, put some thanks for you too, you put up a good fight. You're welcome by the way." -

Popov then releases Zacharov from the hug. - "I have to go now. I'll remember this moment, make this city safe." - She says to Zacharov, as she hops in the car, waving. Zacharov waved goodbye to her, he was here to refuel his car, but he's really happy he prevented a serious crime from happening. Miladena finally starts her car, driving out of the station and to the city's many exiting roads. She continues to be alert on her surroundings as she drives, her car drives a bit faster now that she refueled it. As she drives slowly in the city, she sets up the GPS destination to her home town, Suncetlo, inside Sminishia's "original" land.

You are now approaching Suncetlo, Sminishia, 2 hours before arrival.

She sighs after fully exiting the city, now going a bit faster.

Two hours later. Suncetlo, Sminishia.

After another tiring road trip, she's finally in a city that's just as developed as Novvy Sotsialny' Gorod, but less larger. Miladena Popov drives to her neighborhood and house, she parks her car there. After parking, she enters the building, which is very clean and equally fashionable as every other house in the neighborhood. Because it is night, she doesn't have time to make dinner for herself, as she ate oven baked potato chips during trip, meaning she's not hungry, so she goes to take a shower and then sleep.

[ I'm sure tomorrow will be a blissful day. ]

Miladena Popov has said inside her mind, just after minutes of showering, changing clothes and seconds after dropping to her bed, finally going to sleep.

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