The Russians Are Making a Movie, and I Somehow Got the President's Attention?

The Bear invites Zhong Beiliang to make a movie, with a monthly salary starting at one million!

"Sis? Didn't you say we were making a movie? Where's our film crew?"

"Sis? Why did you bring me to a military camp?"

"Sis? That's an AK-47, right?"

"Sis? Do we really have to fire a Katyusha for the film?"

"Sis? Isn't that Kyiv up ahead?"

Why did Zhong Beiliang feel more and more like something was off? They were using live ammunition on set? The actors were bleeding. They were taking their jobs a little too seriously, weren't they?

For that million-a-month salary, Zhong Beiliang gritted his teeth and endured it. At last, when filming wrapped, Putin himself presented him with the annual Best Actor award, the Golden Star Award!…

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.