Pussy Riot

Solid Snake x Nadya Riot — UN Blue Helmets in the Snow

[Somewhere cold. A safehouse with cracked windows. Snow hisses against the glass. A blue UN armband lies on the table.]

Solid Snake:
So… UN-monitored election. Ballot boxes instead of bullets. That’s new.

Nadya Riot:
Don’t get sentimental, Snake. Bullets are still invited. They’re just waiting outside, smoking.

Snake:
Figures. Power never leaves quietly. It pretends it’s democratic while hiding a knife under the table.

Nadya:
Putin built a system where the table is the knife. Courts, media, security—stacked like nesting dolls. You open one, there’s another inside.

Snake:
That’s why the UN’s here. Observers, peacekeepers, cameras everywhere. Sunlight makes cockroaches nervous.

Nadya (smirks):
Unless the cockroaches own the power grid.

Snake:
Fair point. Still—monitors change the math. You can’t fake turnout when the world’s counting heads instead of slogans.

Nadya:
People are scared. They whisper in voting booths like God is bugged. Years of fear don’t evaporate because someone wears a blue helmet.

Snake:
Fear’s a weapon. But it dulls with use. Eventually people realize it’s heavier than freedom.

Nadya:
You sound like you believe this could actually work.

Snake:
I’ve seen worse odds. Shadow wars. Nuclear brinkmanship. AI colonels making kill lists.
An honest vote? That’s almost quaint.

Nadya:
Quaint gets you killed here.

Snake:
So does doing nothing.

[A distant helicopter thumps. UN markings flash past the window.]

Nadya:
They say the election is about stability. About “continuity.”

Snake:
Every strongman loves that word. Stability—for them.
Democracy’s unstable. It argues. It changes its mind. That’s the point.

Nadya:
If he loses, he won’t just walk away.

Snake:
No. But he won’t be able to disappear the loss either. Not with witnesses. Not with receipts.

Nadya:
And if he wins?

Snake:
Then at least the question was asked out loud. Sometimes the first victory is forcing the truth into daylight.

Nadya (quiet):
People are lining up already. Old women. Students. Factory guys who’ve never voted before.
They’re shaking—but they’re showing up.

Snake:
That’s the real battlefield. Courage beats propaganda every time. It just takes longer.

Nadya:
You staying through election day?

Snake:
Yeah. Someone has to make sure the lights stay on… and the boxes don’t walk away.

Nadya (half-smile):
Welcome to democracy, Snake. It’s messy. Loud. And fragile as glass.

Snake:
Glass can cut.

[They share a look. Outside, the snow keeps falling—but people keep lining up.]