Few days later.
A bigger chaos was approaching Europe.
A chaos that will finally push brink into certainty.
A agreement that will ring across the history as something that rung the bell of World of War 2.
The Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact.
All the watching eyes will find themselves in a storm they cannot escape.
Some will loose, some will survive and some will win.
The answer is set but there is someone trying to change it.
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The night before departure, the air in Tempelhof was full of tension and expections.
Too much has been put on stake just for this flight to reach Moscow.
After all Hitler is still having a hard time with the Military.
Ribbentrop stood beside the plane, gloves already on, staring at the frost gathering on the wings.
He hated flying.
Always had.
But the Führer insisted.
Moscow, Stalin, Molotov history waiting for a handshake.
And when he insist you don't question it.
Otherwise there won't be enough of you left to question anything else.
