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"...and to lay the groundwork for deepening of solidarity between the revolutionary states in the near future." Fredek placed his copy of the communique on the table and turned to his companion "Comrade Commissar Nestor Gagarin, I must congratulate you! It is a true talent you have, to write so much and say so little."
Nestor suppressed a snort. "My Good Commissar, when you meet a pretty girl on the tram, do you ask her to bed right there? Only a hopeless pedant would spell out in words what is plain for all to see" and he continued without missing the beat "Ah! Forgive me dear Illyushin, I misspoke. I had almost forgotten I was in the company of a soldier."
There was no point holding it back now. The two old friends burst out laughing in the empty chamber.
Stari Buyan, north of the Arctic Circle, was far from an ideal choice for a conference. Thousands of soldiers from the Revolutionary Peoples Insurrectionary Army had been impressed to improve the cities meager infrastructure before it could host heads of state. It's meager military airstrip had been paved an expanded into something resembling an airfield, the seasonal road had been paved, old flats in the downtown had been renovated to serve as lodgings, and the old party office converted into a suitable conference center. It had been an extravagant expenditure for even a high-profile conference, but the symbolism was in the Sovnarkom's calculation worth the investment. Stari Buyan was where the Council Communists had first rose against the Grand Principality and it was where they made their doomed last stand against the triumphant KNRR. This was where they would try to bridge the gulfs between the revolutionary states.
As the laughter was dying the chamber, the two men were interrupted by a sound at the door "Comrade Commissars, the delegates have arrived. They will be here shortly."
The conference had begun.
Nestor suppressed a snort. "My Good Commissar, when you meet a pretty girl on the tram, do you ask her to bed right there? Only a hopeless pedant would spell out in words what is plain for all to see" and he continued without missing the beat "Ah! Forgive me dear Illyushin, I misspoke. I had almost forgotten I was in the company of a soldier."
There was no point holding it back now. The two old friends burst out laughing in the empty chamber.
Stari Buyan, north of the Arctic Circle, was far from an ideal choice for a conference. Thousands of soldiers from the Revolutionary Peoples Insurrectionary Army had been impressed to improve the cities meager infrastructure before it could host heads of state. It's meager military airstrip had been paved an expanded into something resembling an airfield, the seasonal road had been paved, old flats in the downtown had been renovated to serve as lodgings, and the old party office converted into a suitable conference center. It had been an extravagant expenditure for even a high-profile conference, but the symbolism was in the Sovnarkom's calculation worth the investment. Stari Buyan was where the Council Communists had first rose against the Grand Principality and it was where they made their doomed last stand against the triumphant KNRR. This was where they would try to bridge the gulfs between the revolutionary states.
As the laughter was dying the chamber, the two men were interrupted by a sound at the door "Comrade Commissars, the delegates have arrived. They will be here shortly."
The conference had begun.