Anastasia pushed through the large clouds of other Russians, queued up in the airport waiting for the storm to pass. Her flight was intended to leave in just 40 minutes and though she knew it would be delayed she wanted to be at her gate in case the storm lightened up. Head down, and hood up, she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and shuffled along. Being famous wasn't always easy, especially in places like the airport. On the bright side, she looked like the typical young Russian woman so she wouldn't necessarily stand out in a crowd. Her one defining characteristic was her music note tattoo behind her left ear. But hardly anyone saw that anyway. As she arrived at her gate, she took a seat near a man who was charging his phone in one of the charging posts. She relaxed into the padded seat and looked up at the television on the wall. A man was yelling into a microphone to a crowd of cheering Russian civilians. This man, was Dmitri Polosky, the president of Russia. He was informing the country about their new weapon to be used upon the rest of the world. There were several Americans nearby, but unless they spoke fluent Russian they wouldn't understand a word Dmitri was saying. She turned to the man next to her and in her thick accent mumbled "Can you believe dis guy? He's crazy"