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Diplomacy and Events / Re: La Nueva Ciudad (Open RP)
« on: January 30, 2018, 12:48:49 AM »
The interior of the private jet was silent save for the few murmurs that could be heard occasionally emanating from the security forces on board and every so often the rustling of paper. Matvey Naumov, the Minister of Foreign Relations of the USRSDG, looked at the source of the paper sounds and frowned slightly. The truth was the woman who made these sounds always unnerved him. He wasn't sure why but the fact that he had watched her grow from being a cheerful and laughing child who was fond of pulling pranks on him when her father let her roam free around the offices of his ministry, into the cold, distant and seemingly emotionless woman who now sat before him made him feel somewhat sad. The woman was Tsetsiliya Valentina Kuznetsov, the 26 year old daughter of Maksim Kuznetsov, one of the three founders of the USRSDG and its current leader. She currently served as the Minister of Trade of the USRSDG, a position she had proved worthy of on numerous occasions. To Naumov the efficiency she showed when she first gained her position was somewhat frightening, she always seemed to be working, he had never seen her drink; even now the Scotch she had been served by the stewardess was untouched, what unnerved him most of all was the fact that he could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen her smile since she'd become a minister. And those smiles, as nice as they were, had seemed off to Naumov, they lacked sincerity and almost seemed sinister to him. Tsetsiliya seemed to have noticed his staring and looked up from the book she was reading; "Is there a problem Minister Naumov?".
Naumov was startled by the sudden breaking of the silence but kept it from showing on his face; "No, everything is fine Miss Kuznetsov". Naumov responded calmly, he may have felt uneasy but he was experienced enough not to let it show. As Tsetsiliya scratched the scar on her left cheek and again focused on her book Naumov turned his attention to the third minister on the plane, Agafya Yevgeniya Tereshkova, the Minister of Foreign Trade of the USRSDG. Like Tsetsiliya she was a good looking younger woman but with blond hair and blue eyes as opposed to black hair and grey eyes like Tsetsiliya. Also unlike Tsetsiliya, who wore a military parade uniform, Agafya wore a normal business dress suit. In fact, despite the fact the two women often worked with one another, they had next to nothing in common. Agafya was a cheerful woman of 32 years of age who almost always had a smile on her face; seeing her sitting next to the expressionless Tsetsiliya made her joyful demeanor all the more apparent.
"Miss Tereshkova, I suggest you hold back on the drinks; we'll be landing soon"
Hearing Naumov's comment Agafya put down her drink and gave the older man a bright smile.
"You know me Matvey, I won't go overboard especially with the reputation of our nation and its leader Maksim on the line" the woman responded with a chuckle. Naumov knew one of the reasons she had gotten her position was due to her unyielding devotion to the communist party and its leader. Naumov had his suspicions that the reason she got along with Tsetsiliya so well was due to Agafya's almost unhealthy obsession with the younger girl's father. Just as Naumov was about to say something else the seat-belt light came on with a ding and the pilot's voice informed the passengers that they would be beginning their descent. Naumov quickly buckled his seat-belt and frowned when he saw Agafya clumsily buckle hers, she may not have gone overboard but she was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol. Tsetsiliya marked her page and buckled up remaining expressionless the whole time. After adjusting her seat-belt she apparently noticed some lint on the right sleeve of her uniform and picked it off rubbing her middle finger and thumb together to remove the unwanted debris. Noticing Naumov staring once again Tsetsiliya looked his way and with a slight tilt of the head smiled at him; Naumov smiled back despite the unease that her fake feeling smile caused him. As Tsetsiliya stowed her book away Naumov focused on the task that lay ahead for the three of them.
Naumov was startled by the sudden breaking of the silence but kept it from showing on his face; "No, everything is fine Miss Kuznetsov". Naumov responded calmly, he may have felt uneasy but he was experienced enough not to let it show. As Tsetsiliya scratched the scar on her left cheek and again focused on her book Naumov turned his attention to the third minister on the plane, Agafya Yevgeniya Tereshkova, the Minister of Foreign Trade of the USRSDG. Like Tsetsiliya she was a good looking younger woman but with blond hair and blue eyes as opposed to black hair and grey eyes like Tsetsiliya. Also unlike Tsetsiliya, who wore a military parade uniform, Agafya wore a normal business dress suit. In fact, despite the fact the two women often worked with one another, they had next to nothing in common. Agafya was a cheerful woman of 32 years of age who almost always had a smile on her face; seeing her sitting next to the expressionless Tsetsiliya made her joyful demeanor all the more apparent.
"Miss Tereshkova, I suggest you hold back on the drinks; we'll be landing soon"
Hearing Naumov's comment Agafya put down her drink and gave the older man a bright smile.
"You know me Matvey, I won't go overboard especially with the reputation of our nation and its leader Maksim on the line" the woman responded with a chuckle. Naumov knew one of the reasons she had gotten her position was due to her unyielding devotion to the communist party and its leader. Naumov had his suspicions that the reason she got along with Tsetsiliya so well was due to Agafya's almost unhealthy obsession with the younger girl's father. Just as Naumov was about to say something else the seat-belt light came on with a ding and the pilot's voice informed the passengers that they would be beginning their descent. Naumov quickly buckled his seat-belt and frowned when he saw Agafya clumsily buckle hers, she may not have gone overboard but she was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol. Tsetsiliya marked her page and buckled up remaining expressionless the whole time. After adjusting her seat-belt she apparently noticed some lint on the right sleeve of her uniform and picked it off rubbing her middle finger and thumb together to remove the unwanted debris. Noticing Naumov staring once again Tsetsiliya looked his way and with a slight tilt of the head smiled at him; Naumov smiled back despite the unease that her fake feeling smile caused him. As Tsetsiliya stowed her book away Naumov focused on the task that lay ahead for the three of them.