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“Here is a brief overview about out target location and its owner. As we all know, the museum is a part of the Vladivostok Fortress, a complex bunker being built by the Russian government. Although the bunker had been outdated with its weapon, the protection part is still out there and enough to withstand multiple RPGs. The bunker also has its own electric generation and underground communication center. Besides from that, 3 miles away from the bunker located 3 Russian artillery regiments and a brigade. 5 miles away is the police station. The Russian mafia had bought a part of this place down, specifically by Lesnichy Mili Vadimovich in 2019 by 3 billion rubles. Lesnichy Mili Vadimovich is a successful entrepreneur, owning more than 53 billion rubles. He is also ranking as one of the most influential and powerful people, only being challenged by a few within the Russian’s government.”

“After buying the place down, Lesnichy had upgraded the place on a massive scale. The wall is rebuilt and thickens with the average height now reach 5 meters tall and 3 meters thick. Besides from that, he also ordered to have CCTV at every corner. Through the blueprints, it seems that there is a total of 375 surveillance cameras. The window had also received some heavy reinforcements, replacing the normal glass with the bulletproof gas. And there is also 2 heavy metal door, each all reaches grade XIII in protection. Besides from that, the ventilation system is perfectly fine and has multiple filter layers in order to prevent 'gas leaks.'”

“The guards are believed to be armed with 4A protection suits and Glock 17 as side weapons. For the primary, their weapons vary between FN Scar of Belgium or AN-94. Besides from that, some even have bullet resistance riot shields. The number of guards is usually around 100. But take note for our event; the people within the building would approximately from 300 to 400.” 
“So here is my plan. Using our surprise advantage, we could easily enter through the main gate at 8: 53 P.M. when the guarding is the lightest. And then, we open fire. The whole operation should be about 9 minutes long. And… the manpower required should be from 70 to 90 people. But I believe, under your leadership, we could finish all of these things. Of course, there are also other plans if you need...”

In a moment of being distracted, the man misplaced his footsteps and end up falling on the floor. The paper flies, scattered on the dusty wooden floor. 

It is very strange, strange indeed. The thought of nobody responds. The thought of him was talking to himself all along. [i] Maybe, I had worried too much [/i]. The man thinks to himself as he fixes the black tie. It must be so, he whispered to himself as begin to clean the auditorium. Paper with graphs, charts, and the building complex lies everywhere on the ground. And the messy sight made the man be a little tired. He seems to be much older, more mature than those of his age as he runs his bony fingers across his snowy hair. His eyes' sockets are much deeper than other. His body frame is much thinner to those that live in this cold region. His messy morning hairstyle is a combination of black and grey wove together. Suddenly, the beeping sound from the cheap golden wristwatch reminded the man of his next appointment. Under the “Eyes of the Family” painting, the man quickly collects his paper, mop the floor clean and pick up his already worn out jacket from the clothes hanger near the wooden door. Just as he expected, there was no one except him in this place. [i]Maybe, I am forever alone.[/i] The sadness combining with the bitterness of Russian's January wind only make his soul heavier. When everyone had gone deep in their slumber, he still needs to work. As everyone is enjoying what they earn and living their best life, he chose to save. But he saves, not for himself. But, he saves for something so obscure as “hope." It is true, he can feel it. And it needs his help. Taking out his wallet, the man smiles to himself as he had just enough money to buy a bouquet for “hope." And giving “hope" a gift suddenly make him feels great about himself. It warmed his heart and melted the bitterness of January's wind. It is great. 

On the street of Vladivostok, a man walked by himself. He was lonely. The cold blew through him, making his face to blush like a girl in her first cupid strike. Even the light seems to shake under such coldness of this day, but there is enough light for him. There is enough light to shine his way. Even the cold could not hide him from what he comes. Even the loneliness could not scare him to scuttle back to where he came from. His steps were heavy, footprints engraved on the ground with each step the man took. Yet his soul was as high as ever. His eyebrows now become completely white, snow attached to each side of his short mustache. But his heart beat faster and louder than ever. And all was to deliver a bouquet of flowers at that he had bought for "hope." Hope, hope you like it.
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But of course, there are those that just too lazy to even do have his daily hygiene done.
 
Lying on his bed, Joshua released a loud yawn as he scratches his back. He could not even remember how long since the last time he takes a shower or even clean his teeth. The sweat from his four-day extreme exercise soaks the shirt, turning it from white to dark blue. Horrible smell coming out from his body. Yet, Joshua pays no attention to it. His fingers were painted in black, the result of an accident during his weapon maintenance. The carpet that was clean nicely four days ago, is now but a trash bin. Left-over cigars and ash are everywhere: on the table, on the floor, in the carpet, in the plastic plant's pot. What about Joshua and how does he manage to stay alive in that trash can? He is still enjoying his after break season and uncared of his house and his own hygiene. The most noticeable thing about him was probably not his overgrown beard, but his horrible smells and yellow teeth that have a chive stuck on one of it. And having a plan? Yeah, he asked his comrades to do it for him. Raising his tired voice, Joshua talks to the ceiling.

“Alexa, set up the alarm. Wake me up by tomorrow. The plan is to clean the house.” And that was all Joshua said before pulling his blanket and releasing a rhythm of loud snores. His breath begins to slow down as he quickly falling into his slumber. After all, there is still enough time. Besides, he had distributed his work equally to his comrades within the family. After all, isn't family supposed to watch each other back?