Basil parsed his lips.
"The Basnions are not a problem. My father ended all targeted violence against them. He apologised to the international community for the victims; he reimbursed out of his own pocket areas badly affected; he underwent penance under the eyes of God, confessing his brother's and father's sins. The hatchet is, as they say, buried. Tensions with the Basnions are low. Despite this, a minority amount of Basnions continue to act as though it was the 20th century, demanding we apologise for deaths of soldiers in combat with soldiers."
Basil sounded slightly annoyed now.
"We have done our part, we have asked for forgiveness and we have done what we can for them. Most Basnions have accepted our offered hands, yet a few slap it and spit in our face. They cannot accept we've done our part, they demand more and more. So, our relations with the Basnions? Settled. An incident with them is not going to happen in the future, not under my reign and not under my son's future reign. The state of Nis has accepted the Basnions, the Basnions have, for the most, accepted us too. I pray that this continues to be the case."
The hint of annoyance left his voice, and he tapped the pen against the table. He poured himself a drink of water, and sighed.
"I hope that has satisfied you, no new controversy should emerge from us and the Basnions, the waters have settled."
He pulled the agenda towards him, reading over it
The first point, he saw no trouble with. It looked expensive, and he'd first see what the Samantrans believed it would cost, and the benefits it would offer.
The second point, he saw only benefit too. He hoped to build on his father's legacy of large economic growth, and here was a way to do so.
The third point, he saw partial value in. The internet and its contents proved alarming for proper sensibilities, entirely online communities springing up encouraging the worst behaviour, from homosexual intercourse to paedophilia, and breeding the worst kinds of people, from atheists to idiots to socialists. The internet did intrigue him with its contents, you could learn any language, any skill and any information easily and simply. However, freedom of internet was something his father Vladmir had insured across his reign, when the internet had first been introduced. He didn't want to go back on what his father sought to ensure. On the otherhand, the Ardian Coalition incited him less.
A museum of the Ardian's allies during the great war would inevitably have to feature the bankruptcy and collapse and surrender of Nisavia-Basnio, years before the war even ended, an embarrassment for Nisavia. He'd consider it, but the exhibitions put in place would require moderation.
The fourth point he liked. Communism was a dire threat to the lifeblood of every nation, and to fight against the rump state of communism in the region would undoubtedly make Nis more secure.
OPEN did not bother him, Nis had natural reserves, however so small and slight it was hardly significant. OPEN served no real purpose for him. SUN intrigued him, however much the name contradicted itself. He'd be willing to consider it.
The Centralian Civil War also involved him, Nis had already dirtied its Black Hands with the matter, and cooperation with a nation (hopefully) backing the same side.
As for the Rus League, Basil was intrigued. The name intrigued him, and other than that, no information had been offered. He'd wait and see what it entailed.
He settled on discussing each point on their own. It would do no good to attempt to settle each individual in one go, no. Best to be methodical.
"The first point, infrastructure. How much do you believe it would cost? What would the construction time be? I understand the benefits it would bring, but do you believe that it would outweigh the costs? I'm assuming that you have the plans on you?"
He raised an eyebrow.