Fritz Jean is on an Island. First Episode

Fritz Jean is on a deserted island. After an accident, of which he only remembers a few fragments of the circumstances, he finds himself alone. The plane had nose-dived, and the passengers were screaming, gesticulating, and then nothing. The only thing he has is a small mirror. He was checking that no crumbs remained in the crevices of his large teeth, after eating nuts and warm pistachios and drinking 3 glasses of champagne, served in business class. He keeps the small mirror in his pocket and touches it from time to time. His heart pounds every time he takes it out. The image it reflects back to him frightens him. He never smiles, being so anxious, but his reflection smiles and even sometimes bursts into laughter that he can only calm by putting the object back in his pocket. The days are long. He has nothing to do. In his other, rather recent life, he remembers having betrayed everyone. His friends from Montana who had elected him president, even if the election was outlandish, his CPT colleagues whom he had betrayed because he wanted the president's position all to himself. He regretted nothing. He had always admired President Duvalier, who often repeated that gratitude is cowardice, and he adopted the adage that true politicians have no friends.
He is afraid. Not only of the noises he hears around him, but that the degraded image he had when leaving the country for a meeting in the Canary Islands might make him forgotten too quickly. He should have had those people killed who never took him seriously, even though he is certain he is the best. His downfall in Cap-Haïtien on May 18, 2025, continued to poison and gnaw at him. His last public appearance in an interview with a newspaper had made people laugh at him. All he wanted was to play the good guy; what hadn't those fools understood? Of course, he had appointed, like his 8 other colleagues, this armada of people to missions, consulates, and embassies; of course, he had committed a graver error than them by appointing Myrtha Désulmé, a degenerate, as ambassador to the OAS, but isn't the leader the only one allowed to make mistakes? He had tried as much as he could to blame the Minister of Foreign Affairs, he had tried to make him take the fall for the numerous appointments, he had someone else up his sleeve who had done him a great service, and above all, he could absolutely control him so that he would be the only one able to appoint people in diplomacy; his colleagues and this somewhat eccentric Prime Minister could have understood that, couldn't they? His stomach rumbles, his system is not yet accustomed to the fruits and leaves he eats to survive; he has chronic diarrhea. He must hold on. He has too much money that he needs to enjoy. Everyone must be looking for him to install him as the sole President of the Republic, he feels it, he knows it. Karma Legrand