My mother told me what my grandmother missed most from the old world. It wasn't the children's laughter since, at that time, she was a child herself. It wasn't the singing song birds, the sweet aroma from blossoming flowers, or our families expensive home. It was as simple as the sun on a clear autumn's day. Mother told me she would've given anything to let the sun kiss her cheeks one final time.
From what I know, life was simple. People went to school, had jobs, houses, grew up and raised their kids and then those kids would start the cycle over again. Despite the crimes and ultra violence of that time, things were comfortable for those who could be. However the poor were exactly that, poor. Once political powers became increasingly unstable, the divide between the upper and lower class became its own factions: The Untouchables and The Uprising.
Creation of both groups started with the assassination of the 45th President. The U.S and Russian ties began to disintegrate until comp