"HE HAS WON THE ELECTION!
THE PEOPLE HAVE CHOSEN!
WE HAVE A NEW PRESIDENT!..."
The cries and echoes of the crowd shook the city square. Red ribbons flew into the air, fireworks were set loose, and the men raged with excitement.
Finally, their glorious nation had conducted yet another election.
The assembled crowd was quite rowdy. There had to be at least twenty thousand people, with many of them pouring into the major roads or nearby streets.
No cars were allowed to pass.
Amongst those standing in the crowd was an old man wearing a red shirt and blue overalls.
For some reason, anyone who looked at him would just identify him as an old farmer. Well, that was if they could see him anyway.
The man looked simple and honest, wearing a kind, wrinkly expression and having his elderly hands by his side.
His hat covered his face from the sun, and his eyebrows were very relaxed, showing that he was not feeling stressed at all even though he was inside the crowd.
