The private plane, with its silver underside and red stripes, soared through the clouds like a majestic eagle.
Lily and Elizabeth erged from the rear bedroom and slumped onto the sofa, looking utterly exhausted and leaning their heads together in silence.
Martin then ca out and sat opposite them.
Suddenly, the captain's announcent rang through the cabin, warning of upcoming turbulence and instructing everyone to fasten their seat belts.
Martin glanced at Lily and Elizabeth, who still seed dazed, and quickly went over to fasten their seat belts for them.
He returned to his seat, also securing his own seat belt, and before long, the plane began to shake.
Elizabeth was the first to snap out of it, grabbing Lily next to her.
Lily, having a bit of a fear of flying, burrowed into Elizabeth's arms without speaking.
A few minutes later, the plane returned to normal.
Martin asked the flight attendant to bring two glasses of fruit wine, telling Lily, "Drink sothing sweet, it will help you recover."
Lily, who had been dehydrated, picked up the glass and quickly downed the fruit wine, then asked the flight attendant, "Can I have a glass of lemon water, thank you."
Elizabeth, seeing her improve, relaxed and said, "This route is particularly prone to strong air currents."
Martin added, "I checked with the airport; it's not a big issue." He shared another incident, "Earlier this year, that idiot Leo went to Russia for an event and encountered severe turbulence en route. Part of the wing ca off, and he thought he was going to die on that plane."
Lily steadied herself, "Can we not talk about such things? I've been feeling nauseous with all the turbulence we've encountered along the way."
Martin muttered, "You really are queasy; you threw up so much..."
Lily first glared at Martin and then turned to Elizabeth with a pitiful look, "Did you hear that? He's always picking on ."
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Lily, allowing her to lean on her, and cautioned Martin, "Stop scaring her."
Lily laid her head on the soft support, ignoring Martin, who had earlier contributed to her airsickness and motion sickness, and took out her phone to browse.
With Wi-Fi available on the plane, she opened Twitter and after browsing for a while, exclaid, "Martin, you idiot, you've gone viral again!"
Martin, who was indifferent to social dia trends, rely asked, "It's not a scandal, is it?"
Elizabeth glanced at her phone and said, "A fan created a website for you, and it's got a lot of people responding."
Lily set the phone down on the table.
Martin picked it up and quickly scanned the page, remarking, "These guys, are they trying to mythologize ?"
The website was titled "Martin Davis is Immortal."
"John Wick: Chapter 3 has had a massive box office release, and your popularity is skyrocketing," Elizabeth noted with so concern, "On the internet, you're becoming almost god-like."
Martin understood her point, "It's not easy being a god; any slip-up later could be very troubleso."
His recollection was clear: no internet-created deities ever failed to fall, especially since his own scandals were plentiful.
Lily sat upright and suggested to Elizabeth, "Why don't we get so dia outlets to sar this jerk Martin?"
Elizabeth, her dimples showing with a smile, agreed, "That's a great idea. Instead of letting others paint him negatively uncontrollably later, we could control the narrative, dispelling these deification efforts and making people realize you're just a person, not the god they perceive."
Martin fully agreed, "I'll leave this matter to you two."
With Lily having just attended an art exhibition and currently not working, she assured, "Liz and I will handle it well."
Bruce waved from their direction.
Elizabeth saw and alerted Martin, "Old Bruce is calling you."
Martin got up and went forward to sit opposite Bruce.
Bruce whispered, "The results from Alexandrovich's side are about to co out."
Martin knew he was referring to the Great Commander election in Ukraine.
Bruce continued, "The latest poll shows Alexandrovich's support nearly at eighty percent."
Martin nodded and asked, "Are the results coming out today?"
Bruce checked the ti, factored in the ti difference, and estimated, "It should be about ti."
...
In Kiev, at the Parliant Building.
The mont the election results were announced, the scene erupted like an explosion, with nearly seventy percent of people cheering loudly.
In front of televisions, countless Ukrainians were jubilant, their anticipation finally rewarded with the advent of a new Great Commander—an authentic leader for the Ukrainian people, capable of restoring Ukraine's forr glory.
The past two decades had proven that neither politicians nor oligarchs could save Ukraine.
But the Ukrainian people believed that a national hero could save their fragnted and impoverished country.
Most Ukrainians placed their hopes on Alexandrovich.
Inside the Parliant Hall, Alexandrovich maintained a composed and calm facade, celebrating with hugs from every team mber, but without an overt display of ecstasy.
Throughout the year, he had matured, understanding better how to conceal his thoughts.
Being an actor, Alexandrovich was quite skilled in his craft.
He then gave his victory speech, reasserting his commitnt to lead Ukraine on a new path!
The Ukrainian people were greatly inspired.
Little did they know, Alexandrovich had already completed his transformation from actor to politician.
With the election outco decided, there was still so ti before assuming office.
Alexandrovich and his wife Orlina, surrounded by bodyguards, exited the Parliant Building and entered an armored car.
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