Author's note: The views expressed in this story are for creative purposes; should they at all be inaccurate, that is why. The rules of the Bowl are as follows: However many teams win, those teams will get a prize that relates to their country. The members of each team are allowed one thing EACH to bring with them (for example the Tolstoy boys chose to bring pictures of their mother with them).

The next morning, Rebekka and I are woken up to someone yelling 'Get along there!' We look out of our bedroom window, only to be greeted by The Admiral kicking the Tolstoy family to the podium, where a helicopter will take them to the Bowl location. It will be broadcasted through all of Russia, and the world, in the form of radio, televised news, and the daily paper. A lot of people will pay attention to the news or paper; many mothers, friends, and sisters will mourn the deaths of those lost in the bloodbath we dare to call 'the Hunter's Bowl'.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Tolstoy, the mother of the Tolstoy boys and our next-door neighbour, comes knocking on the door, weeping her eyes out. Dimitriy answers, out of courtesy. 'Mrs. Tolstoy; what a lovely surprise-'

'Lovely; lovely!? You think it's lovely that I must watch my husband and my beloved children die without me to tend their wounds? I always knew you were a ne'er-do-well, Dimitriy Sokolov!' By now Rebekka and I have gotten ourselves showered and dressed, and have left the bedroom. 'Mrs. Tolstoy; wait! Dimitriy just thought he was giving you an innocent response; he didn't mean to hurt your feelings...'

'I realize that now, Frederik; thank you...' I shake my head and whisper 'It is no problem, ma'am; consider it a favor. One that needn't be repayed, even.' As I say this, I turn on the television and see someone from the German team being impaled by a Russian, whom I recognize as Aleksei, Mrs. Tolstoy's eldest son. Speaking of Mrs. Tolstoy, she sighs in relief in seeing her son still alive. As expected, her other sons and husband burst onto the scene to assist him in killing the German group.

Nikita walks into the room and screams at what she sees playing on the television. 'Fweddie; they're hurting that man! What did he do, Fweddie?' I continue to stare at the screen as I answer. 'He didn't do anything, Niki; this is what our government does to... to curb us, to make us afraid of even each other.' As you can see, explaining controlled mass slaughter to a child is not an easy task. Nikita cries, her whole body shaking in horror and fear at what is being showcased in our home; at best, I can only run my fingers through her hair and hope that she will calm down soon. 'Turn it off, please, Fweddie... I'm scared...'

'Shhhh... calm down, little one... Calm yourself, Nikita...' As I try to calm her, I turn off the television, and instead turn on the radio. Her cries immediately become no more than a soft whimper.

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OK, so if you're wondering why Rebekka and Nikita's parent's don't live with them... I will explain in the next chapter, when Rebekka narrates. Vote, fan (if you haven't yet), and comment!