Lyam was walking through the crowds, extending cordial greetings and short conversations here and there before continuing to greet the next delegation. This kind of formulaic exchange was second nature for him at this point, he had spoken to hundreds, no, probably thousands of functionaries throughout his career in the Democratic Party. If one wanted to progress in the party, one needed to be a people person (not just in the ideological sense) - or have the correct connections. Having both didn't hurt either. The Minister of Foreign Affairs threw a glance at a waiter passing by, a list with attendees and small photos next to the names tugged under his arm. At around the second third of the page, a line had been manually crossed out by hand and something added in handwriting. Ah yes, the Ostrovakian matter, the man with the distinctive Tocharian features said to himself, his hand pushing the hair of his receding dark brown hairline away from his high forehead, as was his quirk. That was something else that would have to be dealt with, preferably during the session. The Kashtanese was forced out of his internal musings as he noticed a figure approaching him. Look at that, he thought as Yazhao was opening up. Of course he wasn't talking about the rather unimposing Xinhese man, but rather his attractive female sidekicks. The grandeur of the display was almost comical to him, which was an impressive feat to pull off in Kashtan, a land that was by no means a stranger to unnecessary displays of rank and privilege. "A victory for all of use, Comrade...Yazhao", he replied, with only the slightest hint of hesitation. "This would not have been possible without the attendance of people like you, and the endorsement of people like your wife." Even though he said it, the sentence was still bizarre to him. Women in leadership rules were a rarity in Kashtan. "Now more than ever we need stability, which I hope the IOF will be able to provide a humble step towards. With the Papist disaster unfolding, God...", he chuckled, "God knows what's in store for Europe. In a world like this, any agreement we will depart with here is a step forward from what we have right now in my book." "Of course, I hope we might find some time for more...intimate talks as well. Multilateralism, all fine and good, but some things are best left to talks between friends. Between comrades." The Kashtanese face of the event began pulling away at an orange he had requested from one of Yazhao's trophy guards with a laconic smile and continued. "Malika? Ah yes, she's doing fine. I mean, not as fine as your wife I presume, but, you know." He forced himself to smile. The truth was his wife was still recovering from her pneumonia attack last year in a sanatorium at the shores of the Golden Sea. He counted himself lucky to have worked himself into a position where he could circumvent the notoriously disastrous public health system to fly in Eiffellandian doctors and medicine. If she had still been a commoner, of she had married another man, she would probably have been dead now. She had chosen wisely. He did however not count himself lucky to witness the rather hapless attempt of the First Gentlemen to gracefully eat a passionfruit. "Well, if you'll excuse me - I'll get back to you shortly, but I am afraid that I haven't finished my introductions yet", he finally said as he forced himself to break from the sight unfolding before his eyes, bowing towards the eastern comrade before greeting the next delegation.