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INT. KITCHEN- EARLY MORNING

A young man is sat at a kitchen table. The place looks unkept
and dingy. He stares down at a letter in his hands as a
boiling kettle slowly bubbles in the background. Beside it
sits a bottle of paracetamol.
C/U OF THE PIECE OF PAPER.
The letter is Russian. An on-screen caption appears revealing
the letter is headed: A call to arms for Mother Russia. The
young man looks nervous, his face solemn with a frown. He
breathes rapidly.

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Slowly, he rises from his chair and never taking his eyes off
the letter, walks slowly over to a bin, dragging his feet. He
stands- about to throw the letter into the bin when he
suddenly reconsiders. Almost as if in a trance, he stares
blankly at the letter hanging limply from his hand above the
bin.
C/U of the kettle as it finishes boiling. It *clicks* off.
The sudden *click* of the kettle switch breaks the ambience
of the boiling sound in the background. The sound
reverberates around the room as the man (in his own mind) is
suddenly whisked far away into the thoughts of what could
await him.

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EXT. A BATTLE-ZONE- AFTERNOON (FLASH-FORWARD)

The man is now stood alone in the middle of a battle-zone.

The ground shows signs of having been torn up by explosives,
and smoke rises slowly from patches of grass which are
alight. On the horizon, smog rises slowly, and in the
background the sound of driving army vehicles can be heard.
The area in which the man is currently stood is actually calm
though and he seems to be in no immediate danger.
The man looks at his surroundings, finally setting his eyes
upon a nearby hill.
LONGSHOT of the man as he climbs the hill.

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At the top of the hill, the man stares at the new view. It is
of a destroyed city. Thick black clouds of smoke rise from
the crumbling buildings, and every so often small explosions
can be heard as military vehicles slowly rumble through the
city streets.
There is a moment in which the young man looks at the scene
with absolute terror. His mouth open slightly, his eyes wide
as he struggles to comprehend what he is seeing. Perhaps this
city was once his home- but it is unrecognizable now.
Suddenly the sound of approaching aeroplanes can be heard.
The man looks up and overhead several jets speed by.

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They then drop several bombs on the city, which causes a

massive blast of light, which engulfs the young man.
INT. KITCHEN- EARLY MORNING
We find ourselves back in the kitchen. The young man is still
stood by the bin. He closes his eyes tight and shakes his
head as if trying to shake the thoughts of the flash-forward
awat and returns to the table still clutching the letter in
his hand. He places it back on the table and takes a seat.
The man produces a mobile phone, and after a moment of
contemplation, begins dialling the number.

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C/U of the letter. The words Recruitment Hotline are

written in Russian along with a telephone number.
As the man finishes dialling the number and begins to raise
the mobile phone to his ear to make the call, it is revealed
that the phone is now a handgun- which he places against his
temple as if about to commit suicide.

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