October 9, 2018
1:48PM
Gediminas Palace
Mordvina
Prime Minister Kaminsky looked out the giant window of his office in Gediminas Palace, the skies blue without a cloud in sight, the first day of the week without rain. He was preparing to speak at his nephew's wedding on Friday, an event he looks forward with great confidence and pride for his nephew's accomplishment in life to be married. A day of freedom among the week as it was usually piled with responses to e-mails, telegrams, and public speaking at the Confederal Assembly. Despite his 2nd place in leadership behind the president, it was a much more relaxing position than what his superior Danilo Pejic had.
Out of the blue, a suited, red-tied man bursts into his office with Kaminsky reacting with surprise. They had their index and middle finger to their right ear which an earpiece of was fitted into, speaking into it with a tone of great concern. Kaminsky glanced at the guard with a cocked eyebrow and a crinkled nose, he stood up from his leather chair while pushing the keyboard of his computer aside, looking up at the guard towering over him.
"Is there something wrong?" Dimitry Kaminsky asks, remarking at the tone of voice in the man,
"Yes." He says with a nod, swallowing, a man in his late 30s, green eyes, brown hair with streaks of gray at the temples who was about 6'2", "I came to inform you that the president is dead." He responds in monotone, his face showed that he was genuine about his response. Kaminsky kept a blank look in response, as he was simply trying to search for a reply to the guard.
"Oh." He softly responds finally, "But... How? He was fine yesterday!"
"We don't know, he died minutes ago." They respond, glancing back over to the door, "We have just dispatched a coroner, they are going to arrive in just a few minutes."
Kaminsky curses under his breath, "Can I see him? Can I see him now?" He says in demand, the guard obliges, gesturing him to follow him.
His main office was only a hallway down, 2 guards would run beside Kaminsky, nearly bumping into him as they were in a rush to hopefully catch the coroner expected to arrive in minutes. It was clear something was wrong as everybody around them looked anxious, worried, and restless. And that could be apparent when they arrived into the doors to the presidential office, the panicked chatter was in the office, several people who were dressed in the same apparel as to the man who informed Kaminsky. The front desk had Danilo Pejic was slumped down in his office chair, head tilted down towards the ground and looked way too relaxed. As everybody else in the room noticed Kaminsky's presence, they immediately ceased their chatter, looking down at him as Kaminsky was staring at the body of the Valokchian president with his hands behind his back. He continued blankly keeping an eye on the lifeless body, a man in a black collar shirt with bright yellow letters "KORONERIS" or "CORONER", appears behind him, having blue latex gloves on his hand, and a crew of two other people with a gurney.
"So might I ask." Kaminsky says, stepping to the left to give the coroners clearance, "Who will be the president?" That was the most important question in the political stance, the other question was to how Danilo Pejic's death occurred.
"Well, in accordance with the constitution, you are to take office as acting president of the Valokchian Confederation." They respond, the steps towards full presidency was to be voted for it by the council, Kaminsky, nodding as it takes two to set the overweight dead man onto the gurney.
"Alright." Kaminsky nonchalantly says, "He is in the Lord's hands now..." He then follows afterward, continuing to stare at Danilo Pejic as he began to be carried out of the room as Kaminsky took his new title of acting president, and it is now the power of the Council of Valokchia to vote and decide on the successor of Danilo Pejic.
