In the deep night, inside a Georgian-style mansion in Ottawa Rockcliffe District.
Patrick O'Malley had just sent off another wave of party colleagues and radical supporters who came to express "steadfast support" and "shared hatred for the enemy."
The living room was still filled with the smoke of cigars and an almost feverish excitement.
Kreti's so-called "resolute response" speech on television, in his ears, was full of cowardly bureaucratic rhetoric.
Just a coward, not brave at all.
They are Canadians, Canadians who once stormed the United States!
His wife and children had long been sent to stay at his mother-in-law's home in Quebec City, ostensibly to avoid potential unrest, but in truth, Patrick had subconsciously prepared for the impending storm.
At this moment, the large mansion was left with only him, and the whistling sound made by the sharp cold wind sweeping over the bare maple branches outside.
The doorbell rang abruptly at that time.
