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| Larashk | Mar 9 2015, 03:00 PM Post #1 |
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It was an unusually warm day outside is of Kievengrad. Three days had passed since the Union between Rusol and Zalivya was created and signed. The entire population of Rusol was now waiting to see the president to come out, and address the people. Fear was in western immigrants, but they expected that the President would be kind to them. He had never spoken against them, and has given them so far security and sanctuary from the corrupt democracies to the west. A clock made 12 rings, as it struck noon. My father was out, collecting milk and eggs from the cows and chickens. I was sitting on our worn couch, watching the television. The past week had been quick in my head, and some fear was aroused in me. My family was from Legantus, a democracy. We feared with these surges of policy being moved to anti-west was a worry some sign, but we stayed positive. I watched the television, waiting for the President to come out of his home, and address the nation. A clock in the Klavingrad Square struck one, making a dining noise. People stood from their chairs in front of the podium, and began to clap furiously as the President stepped out. Everyone was excited, but also were placed the Presidents propaganda department. He moved to the podium, crisp and cool. His body stood relaxed, but his face was cool. He waved his hand to silence the crowd, and leaned back, then leaned into the mic. His face filled with color as the first words began to slide from his lips. "The Great People of Rusol, I welcome you to my speech. We have made huge strides these past weeks, and have been able to secure ourselves economically and militarily in this modern world. We have committed ourselves to the east, and not to the democratic west. Zaliviya, our Slavic brethren, are now our economic partner. With this, I have made a choice. The west is a corrupt, collapsing, democratic disaster waiting to happen. With this, I refuse to allow the grand nation of Rusol to collapse into this danger. Rusol cannot become weak. To ensure this, I sign Executive Order #131, and is emplaced immediately. It calls for the immediate removal of all western 1st generation immigrants to leave Rusol. All westerners will be given 1 month to exit the nation. Any resistance will be met with ten times the amount of resistance back. Any westerner that remains in Rusol will be stripped of property, stripped of all items, and sent to work in a rehabilition center. This order will save Rusol, and all of the Slavic peoples. One People, One Goal, One Nation! The clock in our living room struck two, making two dings. I was in shock, and had no choice. As the people on the television cheered and clapped for him, anger arose within me. My father had just entered the house, and I turned to him. He knew what had happened, and his face drained of color. My Mother began to cry, but I knew I had to be strong. I stood up, and went outside. A cold breeze followed by light rain tapped my face as I sat on the porch. People exited their houses, young and old, most just standing as a community, talking and discussing. That's all it looked like until a beat up jalopy drove by the crowd, and stopped. Men reached in the back, grabbing items from the back, but I did not know what it could be. A few moments later, I discovered what it was. A man yelled "Only a few mags for each of you, then spread out and get ready to ambush those fuckers!" The anger rose in me, and I ran into the crowd, and looked at the man distributing the old rifles. "Sir, please give me a rifle. I want to fight!" The man was a fool, and gave me the rifle. I ran into my house, setting up by the window. My father and mother were in the basement, trying to plan out everything, and what they should do. They didn't know what to do, and could care less if a rebellion had just begun. The storm worsened, and heavy rain pelted the walls. A clock chimed three, making 3 quick dongs. President Klavic leaned back in his office chair, taking a sip from his coffee. "Another day in par-" He was cut off as a man opened his door, one of his Generals. He did a quick salute, then began to talk. "Sir, there is reports of armed rebellions coming up all over the west. We have no troops over there to combat them, and sir, they can overrun the capital at anytime. We are d-" President Klavic had no time for a crusty, old General to be yelling at him. He cooly raised a small pistol, and squeezed 3 bullets into the mans chest. The General fell, and quickly a clean up crew grabbed the man, taking the dead body out of the room. "Do not tell me, President Klavic, how to do his job." He exited his office, moving into the Emergency room. Officers stood around a table, all staring at the end of the table, at a projection of a map, showing the amount of rebellions and their concentration. Klavic entered, and they all saluted, and sat down. "How many?" was the first words out of Klavics mouth. "Nearly a million, sir. I've never seen anything like this." The officer replied quickly, but was on point. "Hmm. Is the artillery in place?" "Yessir." "Blast those towns off the face of this earth. IF they wI'll not leave, we will forcefully assimilate them." President Klavic exited the room, and left for his office. The clock in my house struck four, making four loud dongs. The rain had worsened, and you could barely see ten feet. The noise of thunder could be heard miles away, but it sounded different. I had my rifle ready as my father walked up the basement steps. I turned my head, and anger could be seen in him. "Drop that fucking gun! Do you WANT to waste your life for a lost cause?!? GIVE ME THE-!" He stopped mid sentance. A noise, like a whistling could be heard. Even the rain was quiet. My father ran at me, grabbed me, and tossed me towards the basement. "GET TO C-" He never finished the sentance. I was able to crawl to cover, but the house collapsed under the pressure. It was as if it was in slow motion. A large shell ripped from the roof, then exploded. I was blinded, unable to see anything. Like closed my eyes, and I went unconscious. The clock rung seven times. I awoke in a stir, my face covered with ash. The noise of trucks and APCs could be heard. The noise of doors being kicked opened, followed by gunfire, then crying was constant. I opened my eyes, and saw my home. The walls were crushed in, only the door stood. A groan was heard, and I turned. My father was pinned by a piece of the roof, which he was trying to push off. Three Rusol soldiers moved into my home, clean rifles aiming at the basement door. I had my rifle ready to fire, cocking it. One man stepped onto the back of my father, and in one moment, he swung the barrel of his gun to the back of my fathers head, and fired. Pain and anger filled me, and I stood up, ready to kick open the door. "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHRRRRGGGG!" I yelled as I kicked the door opened. I squeezed three bullets off before something slammed into my chest, throwing me down the basement steps. It felt as if I was floating in mid air, and when I hit the floor, I went into a state of darkness. Edited by Larashk, Mar 9 2015, 03:53 PM.
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| Santa Colona | Mar 10 2015, 03:00 AM Post #2 |
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"We need to act," Orlando urged Leopoldo, placing his hands on the desk in front of him. Leopoldo sat in the large leather chair, peering over half-rimmed glasses at the telegram from Rusol expelling all "first-generation Westerners" from the country. "We can't let some hellhole country from Eastern Victorium threaten our trade in the entire region! Our corporate offices there service Zalivya and Valkany as well as Rusol. It's too big of an asset to lose." "Can we not relocate them somewhere else," Leopoldo asked quietly, already knowing the answer to his question. "Absolutely not! First of all, there are almost 4,000 people working for us over there, and we can't remove them all safely in the allotted time. Secondly, just relocating our offices show how weak we are in the face of international pressure. I suggest we declare war!" "I agree," Enrico piped in, standing up from the corner of the room where he had been sitting and contemplating the conversation, "if we let up now, there's no way we'll regain all of the trade power we have currently in the region." "We can't just declare war," Leopoldo scoffed, drawing scowls from both Orlando and Enrico, "but we can do something much worse." Orlando looked confused, but Enrico's face lit up in delight.
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| Saros | Mar 10 2015, 04:22 PM Post #3 |
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Mar 10 2015, 06:25 PM Post #4 |
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| Mastropa | Mar 11 2015, 03:59 AM Post #5 |
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Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis
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| Larashk | Mar 11 2015, 11:11 PM Post #6 |
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Mikhail entered the office of the President, and quickly saluted him. "Mr. President, the west has begun embargoes against our economy and trade. They are hitting us hard, and I do not know if we will last. Their is an offer from the Peloponnese to give humanitarian aid, and help to take western refugees. Should we help them, and what else should we do?" Klavic turned in his chair, sitting behind his desk. "I expected this rebellion, and all of these embargoes. We can survive, and maybe even prosper with some help from Zaliviya. Hmm...Okay, okay. I need you to do the following things. One, contact the Zaliviyan government, and see if they can send out a statement about our actions, saying that they do not support them, but will intervene if any nation attempts to take advantage of this rebellion. Two, tell the army to stop their advance. Give the rebels an ultimatum: leave while you still can, or be destroyed. Hopefully they will choose the latter. Third, get our own military to support the movement of the refugees. Get them out, before they do anything else. Fourth, and finally get me a statement saying that we are officially embargoing against all western nations, until the west is removed from our homeland." "Is that all, sir?" "Yes, get to it!"
The sun had set and rose two times, as my mother had told me. I had awoken from my deep sleep, and the pain had returned in my chest. My mother stood next door, rubbing my forehead with a moist cloth. Three other families were hiding down here as well. None of us moved, and to speak was forbidden. Communication was made by hands, and light whispers. My chest was covered with bandages, and I felt extremely weak. The pain was unbearable. "You will be fine, Moskov, do not worry. The bullet did not damage you too bad. Soon, everything will go back to normal." I hoped my mother was right, but deep down I felt as if the bullet had done more damage than she was saying. I lied back down, going back into a deep sleep. The camera crews moved quickly into position in the square. The President was going to speak, and excitement was going to be in everyone. He stepped out from behind the curtain, a face filled with color. He waved as he went to the podium, then he began to speak. "My slavic brethren in Rusol and Zaliviya. We have made huge strides these last two days to remove the western presence in our nation. But with these great strides, the west has condemned our actions. Embargoes from Valkany, and Venucci. Their leaders demand Rusol to give in, and end this madness. I ask them this: Why should we give in to the west? We will fight every day, every man, woman, and child until the west decides to leave us alone. With these embargoes, the Rusol government has decided to create their own embargoes against Valkany, Austiana, Decapitane, Legantus, Venucci, Oselan, Itiusian Kingdom, and the Empire of Izalith. If any leader from those nations wants this embargo to be lifted, they must speak to my government, and negotiate. I will not stop any negotiations from happening. To please the west, but more of the Slavic people, I am going to be humane, and offer the Western Rebels in Rusol an ultimatum. They can leave Rusol, or drop their weapons and be helped to leave Rusol, or resist and every western national in Rusol will be arrested. This is my only deal I will give to the rebels. May they choose wisely. This is for the greater good of Rusol. One People, One Goal, One Nation!" The President then stepped off. |
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| Mastropa | Mar 12 2015, 12:50 AM Post #7 |
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| Santa Colona | Mar 12 2015, 01:07 AM Post #8 |
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"The President of Rusol has refused to let up in his massive exodus of Westerners. Our people are officially in danger, yet I still think war is not a viable alternative for a solution to this conflict," Leopoldo whispered as he addressed the seven major families of the Lord's Assembly. "I called you all here today because I have a plan, and it requires resources from most of your companies." There was a collective groan throughout the Small Council, yet no more protests were evident. Leopoldo decided it was safe to continue. "I am going to contact the government of Rusol. During this phone call, it will be Enrico's job to monitor and record the call to use in tonight's news. The RMC will edit it and make it the headlining story." Enrico grudgingly pulled out his phone, texting the RMC's editor for the nightly news. "Jacopo, the forces you have in the are will have to be placed on high alert. In fact, I'd like to take a vote now to lower our Defense Condition to three. Can we all agree on that? There was a collective "yea" that echoed about the Small Council chamber. "Good, be sure to include that in the nightly news," he said pointing at Enrico. "Resuming, we should place aircraft carriers off the coast of Rusol, just outside their national borders. Be sure to have troop carriers standing by to protect our people in the country. Can Constanzo D&L handle this maneuver at the present time?" "Of course!" Jacopo said haughtily, contacting the headquarters for "Continental Affairs." "Finally, we need you sevens' financial support, as well as legal consulting from your department," Leopoldo added, nodding at the fat Rodrigo. Leopoldo dismissed the Small Council, each member rushing to and from to complete their assigned tasks. This is the first time in forty years that the nation's DEFCON level had dipped below four, and that was when a state of war existed between Bruvalkia and Venucci. The Third Trade War had been a major success for the Noble Commonwealth, and the peace agreements had included a free trade agreement for Venucci within Bruvalkian borders. Although that would no doubt benefit Venucci in this case, Leopoldo wanted to avoid a Fourth Trade War at all costs. *** "DATELINE, KIEVENGRAD President Klavic of the United Republics of Rusol has declared an expulsion of all 'first-generation Westerners' from it's borders including the four thousand some Vinci employees currently working in offices and warehouses in the coastal districts of Rusol. President Klavic has given no assurance to our Grand Prince that Vinci nationals will be protected from the rebels by troops from either Zalivya or Rusol, and has so far been unresponsive in our government's attempts to come up with a viable solution for the protection of these nationals. The navy of Venucci, under the command of the Constanzo Defense and Logistics Corporation, has taken up a prepared stance just outside of Rusol's national waters as the Noble Commonwealth decides what to do next about this grievous act. The Small Council has decided to lower Venucci's DEFCON level to 3, the first time since 1975 and the Third Trade War with Bruvalkia. The whole nation waits with bated breath for the phone call scheduled tonight between Vinci and Rusol's heads of government. Stay tuned for further updates! This is Angeline Djolie with the Republican Media Corporation, signing off." *** Leopoldo sat behind his large desk, grasping the receiver in his hand. He waited for the green light on the recording machine to shine green, and dialed the office of President Klavic, holding his breath in a nervous stupor. |
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| Saros | Mar 12 2015, 04:13 AM Post #9 |
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| Larashk | Mar 12 2015, 09:58 PM Post #10 |
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President Klavic leaned back, looking over the letters sent. "Good, good. We need to begin rolling back, making this issue become weaker by the day. In three months, this will be nothing more than a mumble in the west." Mikhail nodded, exiting the room. The phone rang, and President Klavic reached for it. He seemed calm, and aware, and picked it up. "Hello, this is President Klavic of the United Republic of Rusol. Whom am I speaking to?" |
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| Saros | Mar 16 2015, 07:12 PM Post #11 |
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Major General Leon Tatischev sat by a roaring fire in an old Rusolian stateroom, feeling very relaxed. He sipped on a glass of strong vodka and stared at the telephone before him until it rang, just as he had expected. "Major General Tatischev speaking," the grizzled man said into the receiver. "Hello, Leon," a familiar voice greeted him over the phone. "Is everything going as planned?" Tatischev laughed a bit. "Always right down to business, Pyotr? Well yes, I'm happy to say we are on schedule. Without the direct support of our troops, Rusol has been facing many setbacks in its war against the rebels. And you can be sure that news of any rebel victories is being passed along by the Guard Regiments in Kievengrad." "So you imagine they'll accept our offer?" Viceroy Lisnyak mused. "If not now, then never," Tatischev responded. "Good," Lisnyak responded. "I'll have Sarotov deliver it to them right away then. Oh, and about those reinforcements we will be sending you. I decided that they should get a chance to visit our brothers in Bruvalkia before stopping off in Rusol. They'll be there for the next few days." ************** Rusolian Government Chambers It raised few eyebrows when Vladislav Sarotov, the Zaliviyan representative to the Slavic Union, strode into the Rusolian Legislature. He had been listening in on several sessions the past few days. This one was no different. What was different though, was that rather than going over to his customary observer seat, he instead went directly before the Rusolian government, to speak to them directly. "Gentlemen," Sarotov began his speech. He spoke Zaliviyan, rather than Rusolian. It was intelligible to his audience, but sent a distinct message. "Slavic brethren, and members of our historic and glorious union, I greet you on behalf of the Tsar and people of Zaliviya! "Ours is indeed a great brotherhood, a majestic one, an example for all the rest of the world. However, it has been troubled. This most recent conflict in Rusol has placed our alliance on the rocks. You must understand, it has been difficult for us to get involved. When, for the first time in so long, the great nation of Rusol has come to the attention of the public, we had so hoped that it would be as the example to the world that Rusol truly is. However, instead, it was with great misfortune. "The Western world sought to bring its vengeance upon Rusol for her actions. You must understand that it was difficult to become involved. Our trade with their people is of incredible importance. We in the Tsardom felt trapped, unable to render unto our Slavic brothers the aid that they deserved. Unable to come to their aid in their time of need! "However, now, I am happy to inform you, that feeling of woe has passed! Now, with the scrutiny of the world focused elsewhere, Zaliviya is ready to lend her full support to the mighty United Republic of Rusol! Our troops will fight alongside your own to end the scourge that has befallen your land. With the combined force of our men, no rebellion can stand. No revolution can hope to gain any ground when we combine the full power of Zaliviya, Rusol, and Bruvalkia, our wayward, prodigal brother. "This assistance does come with a request, however. We Zaliviyans feel that it is high time that the Slavic Constitution and Treaty of Union be reexamined. As it stands, the current treaty is a very good start to our relationship. However, why should we stop at such measures when our people feel such natural brotherhood? I say, let us form a closer, more perfect union! My own government has drafted a copy of the amendments to be made to the existing treaty. Should Rusol seek the full, undivided support of Zaliviya, they will certainly see the wisdom behind ratifying these amendments."
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| Santa Colona | Mar 16 2015, 08:46 PM Post #12 |
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"Hello, this is the Grand Prince of Venucci and her Colonies Leopoldo III Zimbardi. I was calling on behalf of our citizens currently allocated within your territory. I am aware of the current civil war, and I am dismayed to hear that your troops will be unable to protect these nationals from any harm that may come to them at rebel hands. Therefore, I would like to arrange a deal between your legislature and my military representatives regarding a possible expeditionary force posted around Vinci company property in order to ensure no more damage is caused. We have been a reliable trade partner over the years, and I would like to lift this embargo as soon as possible. The government of Rusol would have to pay a small sum to the Constanzo Defense and Logistics Corporation to offset the cost of such an operation, but I'm sure this is a more viable alternative than to having one of our nationals injured. In that case, we would have to launch an interventionist operation and this most definitely would not be in my best interests at this time. You'd agree with me, I hope?" Leopoldo glanced up at Jon Constanzo, raising his eyebrows in a questioning glance. Jon pushed a slip of paper across the desk, with a price scribbled hurriedly in pencil. Leopoldo almost choked. Jon estimated that the government of Rusol would have to pay 90 million lingottis, or 180 million standard dollars just for this operation alone, with an upkeep cost of forty million lingottis per week. Leopoldo mouthed "too much" to the man across the desk, but Jon merely shrugged in response. Leopoldo turned his attention back to the receiver, awaiting a response from President Klavic. |
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| Lyskal | Mar 16 2015, 11:49 PM Post #13 |
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International Imperial News Channel Breaking News "Planes have begun landing in Imperial provinces carrying dual citizenship holding citizens who had the money to flee the nation as the backwards slavic power continues it's racially and ideologically fueled purge of it's lands. The effect on the stock market appears to be minimal for now however Izalithian dual citizens within Rusol are urged to travel together with only necessary belongs and group together at any of the prepared and privately owned Izalithian evacuation zones that will be listed and replayed several times after this broadcast. These will be taking in evacuees at specified intervals to optimize the protection and evacuation of everyone wishing to flee Rusol." "We now cross to our reporter from within Rusol to give us a better idea of the situation, live from the Imperial embassy within Rusol, one of the evacuation points." The camera pans from a vantage point from possibly a third or fourth story window surveying the grounds before the embassy. Dozens of people lay huddled around fires and crates containing rations as Imperial guards at the gate aggressively attempt to peel native protestors away from the people attempting to flee. Several cries break out as a teenage boy is grabbed by the hair and pulled away from his parents attempting to reach the gate. Cheers erupt as a man begins to beat the adolescent when the balding Rusol catches a volley of rubber bullets and Imperial Guards march out with riot shields, pepper spray and batons attempting to disperse the crowd. Despite several clinging and desperate arms the boy is swiftly dragged into the phalanx. After 7 more minutes the current intake time slot is well over and several scouts all nod from various points that they can't see any more people attempting to reach the gate. The guards quickly begin deploying tear gas to disperse the crowd. As this is happening the reporter just sits next to the camera man breathing heavily, she has dark rings under her eyes. "And in 5 hours this is going to happen again. So far their have been no fatalities that the Empire is currently aware of , evacuations are to continue as planed and requests for Imperial forces to deploy in Rusol to better secure larger areas have been denied." The camera switches back to the studio that goes on to explain why Izalithian forces aggressively entering Rusol is a bad idea as Princess Lily turns down the volume on her tv and eyes over a newspaper again from her commanding position sitting on top of a desk inside the Teletran government hall. The security guards were chatting quietly, seemingly worried about their partially insane slavic brethren. Lily took a few post it notes from her breast pocket and a pen. She stuck them on the paper and jotted down some things she should remember to do later. Increase national moral via some minor event organizing. Teletran pride day? Anti-racism programs, alter school curriculum slightly. Double check evacuee holding areas organized near airports. Secretaries birthday on the 20th, don't forget. The princess held her pen against her mouth for a moment before placing it away and standing up to leave the room. "Hopefully when Zaliviya is done appeasing the angry child it will put the leash on nice and tight. Wasting lives and money for what?" the snarky remark brought a few awkward looks from the security personal in the room. Unsure if they should be ashamed of their Slavic brethren of if they were allowed to be scathing as well. The princess left the room with the newspaper tucked under her arm made her way down the hall. Looking out the window at the bland buildings and thin trees. She let out a sigh and continued to her office. |
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| Larashk | Mar 18 2015, 12:07 AM Post #14 |
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President Klavic turns in his chair, taking a long sip from his coffee. "Hm, so Venucci now wants to do something to help its people? Well, I can understand. If I had Rusolian Nationals in a foreign nation that is threatening them, I would use everything in my power to protect them. But, let me be very honest with you, Grand Prince. People matter to me as well, but I will not protect them. We are not being evil to your people, the only people that some may consider us being rude to is the rebels, but we have made a deal with them. Are these people of yours citizens of Venucci, or no?" Mother woke me in the darkness. I was worried, scared, but it all left me quickly. A soldier was standing on the stairs, helping everyone out of the basement. My mother pushed me up the stairs, and when we exited, we saw trucks. These weren't your regular pick-up truck, but large, troop transport trucks. I looked to the soldier who stood at the door of the stairs, and said "Where are we being sent?" He snapped his head towards me, and said with a supierior tone "To the east. You and every Western National are being sent there. That's all I know." He turned back, helping an old woman out of the stairs. I followed my mother, and we were set onto the trucks. It seemed as if hours passed as we waited to go, but eventually a whistle sounded, and we left. The Rusolian congress looked at each other at the demands. They were unprepared, and were amazed at this daring move. Within seconds, the entire room turned into an uproar. People were yelling and screaming. One congressman yelled, "You pigs, all you want is us to sacrifice ourselves for your weak Zaliviya! We don't believe in your fake kingdom! You are the weak sl-" The congressman never finished his sentence. An angry Mikhail Screnski held an old Tokravski pistol in his hand, with the muzzle smoking. He waved his pistol at the other congressmen, and they sat. The bodyguards simply watched, and two men grabbed the dead congressman, pulling him out. Nobody would touch Screnski. He was the equivalent of the President after all. Mikhail turned to the representative. "May I ask if we set up a meeting? I would like to overview the documents before anything is signed." |
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| Starliza | Mar 18 2015, 01:44 AM Post #15 |
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