NationStates Jolt Archive

*A man was walking down the whole of Kremlin. He looked like a soldier, the one of them real ones. He had a knife wound going across his forhead, thick mustage, a short beard, his hair was brown and was only beggining to turn grey in few places. He was wearing an official parade uniform of a Russian army general. With a way he walked he showed that he would rather have a body vest and a standard issue russian army winter coat around him then this expensive piece of green cloth. As he lwalked he looked at his watch. It read Sep. 15, 2012, 16:40 h. He entered a wooden door at the end of the whole. The room he entered was not particularly big about 8x8 meters. Opposite from the door, near a big window, was a desk made of some kind of dark wood. Behind the desk set a fat, old man, he had a thick brown mustage but no beard, on his shoulders he wore enough stars to identify him as atleast a general. There was a sign on his desk, it read (in Russian) "Gen. Gavrila O. Nikitov, head of european division of 1st Russian mobile army". As a man with a watch walked in, general looked at him. He waved at the chair near the desk, inviting the man with a watch to sit down. Then he set down Gen. Gavrila began to talk.*

Gen. Gavrila: I have to congratulate you on your new position and successful take over of Ukranian region, you have done good service for the motherland...
Man with a watch: Excuse me sir, but can we please get down to business? I got two batalions waiting for my orders on the border with Finland, every second counts.

*Gavrila looked at the man, waited for a second and then continued with the same, lifeless expression on his face. He pulled out a file out of his desk, opened it and started to read.*

Gen. Gavrila: I got orders here from president Kasparov himself. You, field-general Igor V. Potopov, are to do a greatest service any man can do for his motherland...

*He continued reading, after half an hour Igor walked out of a room with many thoughts in his mind. What he was ordered to do would change the world, he had a lot of things to consider. He exited Kremlin and took a taxi to the train station.*

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*After few days of traveling on the train, Igor got out on a station in Vladivostok. He was now wearing a dark leather jacket. He went in a seemingly randomly picked direction. Going through the streets.*

(come on ppl, why not join?)

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OOC: nobody is joining due to there being no reason to join in.
There's nothing that intrests an RPer on here to join in or interact with your nation at this present time, try to make us want to contact you, like say diplomatic envoys asking the world at large to say hi, soon get some repsonses. :)

OOC: I kind of figured that out. Whatever, i don't care that much.