December 1, 1991.
The global media is practically feasting.
Ukraine will announce its withdrawal from the Soviet Union today...
This is practically a heavy blow to an already crumbling union.
It's over.
Betting markets everywhere now predict it won't survive the year.
Yanks: Hehehe~
Meanwhile, the storm brewing in the small Mexican town of Petras City is equally intense. According to reports, American capitalists are all glued to their TV screens, their faces solemn.
Abandoned airport.
To avoid any issues, the Marine Fourth Army has dispatched another regiment, turning this small town of forty to fifty thousand into a place where soldiers might outnumber residents.
At the entrance, journalists are being asked to line up for inspections.
"What the hell, do we really need to be checked? Don't we have press passes?" A bespectacled German journalist muttered.
