The Completion
The day the final helicopter touched down on the helipad was the day Bedugul changed forever. Vlad’s vision, months in the making, had come to life. The 60-hectare compound was a masterpiece of engineering and paranoia. Its solar panels gleamed in the tropical sun, powering everything from advanced AI systems to subterranean grow rooms where hydroponic vegetables thrived.
Inside, the walls were lined with screens streaming global news and monitoring financial markets. Rooms were stocked with everything from freeze-dried meals to high-grade medical kits. The compound’s main chamber resembled a command center. It was complete with tactical maps, encrypted communications systems, and a library of survival manuals.
Residents began to arrive—close allies, engineers, and even a few scientists Vlad had recruited under the guise of a “technology think tank.” They were the core of his new society, ready to thrive even if the world outside fell to ruin. To Vlad, this wasn’t a sanctuary. It was an ark.
From the outside, the compound seemed impenetrable. Helicopters were now the only way in or out. Locals joked that it was easier to meet a head of state than it was to step inside Vlad’s fortress.
