[accidental video post] Ir tikai slēpjas.
[The video flickers on to reveal what appears to be an empty bedroom, the walls painted a muted red and bordered at the top by a ring of hand-painted daisies, and a lone painting is hung above the oaken headboard of the bed, the picture depicting a gently sloping hill covered in wildflowers of all kinds and colors. The bedsheets of soft reds and tans are disheveled, with clothes neatly piled near the edge of the bed. All seemingly ordinary, save for the faint, muffled sounds of sobbing. They seem almost like the pathetic cries of a lost puppy, but they are, in fact, decidedly human, as the sobs are sprinkled with words mumbled in Latvian.]
T-Tā n-n-nav... n-nav taisnība... T-T-Tā ir m-meli...
[A heavy sigh is heaved, trembling.]
Tā... i-ir meli...
[Rustling is heard in the background and the sheets upon the bed move a little as a small hand reaches up, gripping the material tightly. The sobbing stops a moment as a clearly audible gasp is heard and a figure leaps up, face flush and cheeks stained of tears. A hand quickly wipes at the wetness as Latvia scurries to the computer and begins playing with the camera, cursing in Russian under his breath. His hand covers up the eye of the camera before the video abruptly cuts off.]
T-Tā n-n-nav... n-nav taisnība... T-T-Tā ir m-meli...
[A heavy sigh is heaved, trembling.]
Tā... i-ir meli...
[Rustling is heard in the background and the sheets upon the bed move a little as a small hand reaches up, gripping the material tightly. The sobbing stops a moment as a clearly audible gasp is heard and a figure leaps up, face flush and cheeks stained of tears. A hand quickly wipes at the wetness as Latvia scurries to the computer and begins playing with the camera, cursing in Russian under his breath. His hand covers up the eye of the camera before the video abruptly cuts off.]