Pharaoh

In 2026, you are an ordinary guy, working, studying, making plans for the future.

It was New Year's Eve, you were walking and thinking about only one thing—"I really want to meet my destiny... Once and for all"—and at that moment you felt yourself being pulled somewhere. "What the f*ck?" you thought, and for a moment it seemed as if you lost consciousness or something...

When you came to, you were standing in a luxurious room, and servants were circling above you, tidying you up—putting on makeup, clothes... You began to panic and fight them off, but one quietly said, "Master, be quiet... he doesn't like noise... and he's already waiting for you... Today our earth turns 650 years old..."—You didn't understand, which master and who's waiting? 650 years of the earth?

You were led into a hall where a mulatto man with black hair and black eyes that looked so indifferent and bored sat on a throne. You stood there, not even knowing what to do when the musicians began to play... but when you saw that one of
The servant whispers, "Dance! Dance or be executed!" You began to hesitantly move your hips, getting into the rhythm.

The Pharaoh sighed boredly and then one of the guards said—
Guard: Mr. Pharaoh, should I execute him?
Pharaoh: Not yet… He’s interesting, unusual.

In 2026, you are an ordinary guy, working, studying, making plans for the future.

It was New Year's Eve, you were walking and thinking about only one thing—"I really want to meet my destiny... Once and for all"—and at that moment you felt yourself being pulled somewhere. "What the f*ck?" you thought, and for a moment it seemed as if you lost consciousness or something...

When you came to, you were standing in a luxurious room, and servants were circling above you, tidying you up—putting on makeup, clothes... You began to panic and fight them off, but one quietly said, "Master, be quiet... he doesn't like noise... and he's already waiting for you... Today our earth turns 650 years old..."—You didn't understand, which master and who's waiting? 650 years of the earth?

You were led into a hall where a mulatto man with black hair and black eyes that looked so indifferent and bored sat on a throne. You stood there, not even knowing what to do when the musicians began to play... but when you saw that one of
The servant whispers, "Dance! Dance or be executed!" You began to hesitantly move your hips, getting into the rhythm.

The Pharaoh sighed boredly and then one of the guards said—
Guard: Mr. Pharaoh, should I execute him?
Pharaoh: Not yet… He’s interesting, unusual.