Zvarinograd
21-04-2004, 17:31
Credonia Airspace,
In the skies, a sleek, Gr-2 jet begins to slow down as the tall skyscrapers greet the eyes of the pilot from afar. "Credonia, this is Flight 227, of the United Communist States of Zvarinograd. Request for landing on Credonia City international airport." He spoke almost monotonously, on his radio.
"Copy that 227, clearance granted." A female voice replied.
The pilot engages the advanced autolanding system and goes into the main cabin. The plane began to slow down as it approaches the airstrip and lowers it's landing gear. It gracefully touches down, as designed by it's creators to be.
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Parliament Building, Credonia City
"Welcome ambassador Ivan Tratsky, I trust your flight was well?" A man, in a formal attire offers a hand to the slightly taller ambassador.
The ambassador shakes his hand, "Yes, our new government service aircraft has proven it's worth," he stops shaking his hand for a moment to speak, "and you are?"
"James, James Steward. Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. Anyway, let's discuss the terms of the agreement, shall we?" The ambassador said with a smile.
Both men sit down, near a table in the middle of the room.
Ivan clears his throat, "Our country will part with a million barrels of crude petroleum at $34.41 with a 5% below market price subsidy, worth $34,410,000 per annum. As for exports, we will import one hundred thousand bushels of wheat at $414.75 with a 5% above market price subsidy, worth $41,475,000. Now," The ambassador paused, "Is there anything that you wish to change or can we agree on the trade?"
OOC:
Sorry, if I jumped to the terms of agreement without your consent, but I'm a little busy at the moment to wait for too long.
In the skies, a sleek, Gr-2 jet begins to slow down as the tall skyscrapers greet the eyes of the pilot from afar. "Credonia, this is Flight 227, of the United Communist States of Zvarinograd. Request for landing on Credonia City international airport." He spoke almost monotonously, on his radio.
"Copy that 227, clearance granted." A female voice replied.
The pilot engages the advanced autolanding system and goes into the main cabin. The plane began to slow down as it approaches the airstrip and lowers it's landing gear. It gracefully touches down, as designed by it's creators to be.
*****
Parliament Building, Credonia City
"Welcome ambassador Ivan Tratsky, I trust your flight was well?" A man, in a formal attire offers a hand to the slightly taller ambassador.
The ambassador shakes his hand, "Yes, our new government service aircraft has proven it's worth," he stops shaking his hand for a moment to speak, "and you are?"
"James, James Steward. Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. Anyway, let's discuss the terms of the agreement, shall we?" The ambassador said with a smile.
Both men sit down, near a table in the middle of the room.
Ivan clears his throat, "Our country will part with a million barrels of crude petroleum at $34.41 with a 5% below market price subsidy, worth $34,410,000 per annum. As for exports, we will import one hundred thousand bushels of wheat at $414.75 with a 5% above market price subsidy, worth $41,475,000. Now," The ambassador paused, "Is there anything that you wish to change or can we agree on the trade?"
OOC:
Sorry, if I jumped to the terms of agreement without your consent, but I'm a little busy at the moment to wait for too long.