A small boy playing with toys while his parents (in 50s look) sit at a table with a 50s style radio on it. they smile at him and listen to the old style big band music. Suddenly the boy stops and cries, because his toy is broken... a soldier. The MOTHER goes to him and picks up the figure, which begins to bleed, and she hugs him. MOTHER draspagin... everything is okay... it is only a toy DRASPAGIN but he is bleeding, he is dying! MOTHER don't worry (winks at father) he will be healed, he'll be okay. better now? (boy nods) good... She gives him a new toy and sits back down at the table, placing the broken toy before her. Suddenly the radio broadcast stops for a very special message. RADIO emergancy! eye-witnesses in scandanavia have reported sighting of rockets flying from russia flying northwards towards america over the poles. the sightings are not, repeat not confirmed, but the governmental emergancy plan is still in effect. repeat, immediately drop everything and enter the nearest bunker or cellar. close all windows. this is an emergancy! FATHER my god... RADIO oh, lord... it is true... london is down... repeat... london is down... this is war... this is war... FATHER desiree... MOTHER (shakes her head and turns off the radio) no... draspagin, come here... (waits until he comes over) i just want to say that we both love you very much, and that we will always love you, no matter what happens... DRASPAGIN i love you too, mom, dad... (looks down at the toy, then back up at them) what is wrong? the man in the radio said something about an emergancy... FATHER (kneels down next to him) it is alright, draspagin... remember that i once told you that there many bad people in the world... (draspagin nods) well, soon they will be gone... all of them will be gone, and we will all be be together in heaven, together with our lord MOTHER (hugs her son and begins to weep) DRASPAGIN why are you crying mom? MOTHER (wipes tears away) i am just... happy... i love you draspagin... White light begins to pour in from all sides, she buries her face in her sons shoulder, the father embracing from of them looking up towards the camera sorrowfully... gospel music rises, dust, leaves and wind pouring in at the three, the white light eventually covers everything... music louder and louder.... and then silence.