Marek Yushchenko
Rovograd;
23. Januray.2012
Marek was waiting for around three hour to talk to General Tomaszewsky. He wanted to leave Zamosk as early as possible, and when through the city there were talks that soon the Altaic Army retreats, he and his wife wanted to leave with them. The news of the closing of the borders came as a shock to them. After the Zamoskan independence, the Diagists living here are now seen with other eyes. The Zamoskans violated their own treaty and now Marek’s only chance to leave was with his old high school friend Maksim Tomaszewsky.
“Sir, general Tomaszewsky can receive you.”
Finally. He though of what to tell his old friend and had the idea to “join” the Army only in papers, just until he and his wife get to Altai. For this he wrote a letter of request and also, in the envelope he also placed a small “attention”, as it is traditionally done in Altai.
As he opened the door, Tomaszewsky was surprised to see his old colleague enter the room.
“Marek, it is a great…surprise to see you here.”
“Maksim, I came to you for help. If you can resolve a problem for me?”
“That depends. What is it?” the general asked, giving a frown.
“Could you help us, me and Iulia to get out of Zamosk?”
“Where would you want to go?”
“To Altaisk.”
“This will be a bit complicated, as the priests closed the border, even if they had the idea of keeping the borders open.”
“I know it will be hard but look here…” Marek said while giving the envelope to the general. Tomaszewsky opened the letter, saw the money and at first tried to estimate the amount. But then he took the letter and read it. “It is a good plan.” He said after he read it.
“Can you help me?”
“It would be risky…” But still there are many Reai in this. “I’ll try to get you a uniform. We leave in two days.”
Maksim Andreevich Tomaszewsky
30. January.2012
Altaisk
“Does Bashai really think that he can change something? General Dabrowsky asked while opening the window of the office. “It will rain soon.”
“Bashai cannot change anything. The elders and zealots that have gathered here now, will disperse when the rain will start and in the next few days surely they would get sick of those demonstrations.”
“Bashai would still yell.”
“But there won’t be anyone to hear him, or anyone interested in hearing him. If the Parliament succeeds in secularizing the country and separating the state from the church, we won’t have any other reason to bear Bashai’s nonsense.” Maksim responded.
“After this stupidity is done we must concentrate on the real problem: Zamosk.”
“Yes. We must concentrate in making the world see a Salvation led Zamosk how it really is: Not as a liberated country but as a clerical clique that literally sold its nation to the Talemantine Empire.”
“Engellex and Talemantros recognized them. We were also obliged the recognize them and Potenza is very supportive for them, but I am not yet sure if they recognized Zamosk or not.”
“Do you remember the events from Malin?” asked Maksim. When Dabrowsky nodded he continued. “We must show the world that Lazarev’s actions were his and not Altai’s.”
“I see where you’re going.” Said Chancellor Karin entering the discussion after he listened quietly for a while. “We must rush Lazarev’s trial.”
“And we must publish the ProNat reports on what happened in Siddi el Hani two years ago.” Maksim continued.
“They killed the Muslims in the village to make the Patriotic Guards believe that they are surrounded by Christian militias.”
“But still, el Hani was on the other side of the Riff Oblast.”
“But was the least defended town with a sensible Muslim population.”
Suddenly, Karin’s telephone ringed.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, I must leave now. I’ll see what I can do about the trial.”
When they were alone, Maksim said:
“I helped Marek, Marek Yushchenko cross the border when I retreated with the Rovograd Garrison.”
“Yushchenko, the journalist? Did you think about what a scandal would have this start if you were caught in helping people cross a closed border?”
“We weren’t stopped when we entered Marka. Some Salvationists were yelling and swearing at us, but no more than that.”
“Just thank any god or saint in which you believe that you escaped this time.”
Rovograd;
23. Januray.2012
Marek was waiting for around three hour to talk to General Tomaszewsky. He wanted to leave Zamosk as early as possible, and when through the city there were talks that soon the Altaic Army retreats, he and his wife wanted to leave with them. The news of the closing of the borders came as a shock to them. After the Zamoskan independence, the Diagists living here are now seen with other eyes. The Zamoskans violated their own treaty and now Marek’s only chance to leave was with his old high school friend Maksim Tomaszewsky.
“Sir, general Tomaszewsky can receive you.”
Finally. He though of what to tell his old friend and had the idea to “join” the Army only in papers, just until he and his wife get to Altai. For this he wrote a letter of request and also, in the envelope he also placed a small “attention”, as it is traditionally done in Altai.
As he opened the door, Tomaszewsky was surprised to see his old colleague enter the room.
“Marek, it is a great…surprise to see you here.”
“Maksim, I came to you for help. If you can resolve a problem for me?”
“That depends. What is it?” the general asked, giving a frown.
“Could you help us, me and Iulia to get out of Zamosk?”
“Where would you want to go?”
“To Altaisk.”
“This will be a bit complicated, as the priests closed the border, even if they had the idea of keeping the borders open.”
“I know it will be hard but look here…” Marek said while giving the envelope to the general. Tomaszewsky opened the letter, saw the money and at first tried to estimate the amount. But then he took the letter and read it. “It is a good plan.” He said after he read it.
“Can you help me?”
“It would be risky…” But still there are many Reai in this. “I’ll try to get you a uniform. We leave in two days.”
Maksim Andreevich Tomaszewsky
30. January.2012
Altaisk
“Does Bashai really think that he can change something? General Dabrowsky asked while opening the window of the office. “It will rain soon.”
“Bashai cannot change anything. The elders and zealots that have gathered here now, will disperse when the rain will start and in the next few days surely they would get sick of those demonstrations.”
“Bashai would still yell.”
“But there won’t be anyone to hear him, or anyone interested in hearing him. If the Parliament succeeds in secularizing the country and separating the state from the church, we won’t have any other reason to bear Bashai’s nonsense.” Maksim responded.
“After this stupidity is done we must concentrate on the real problem: Zamosk.”
“Yes. We must concentrate in making the world see a Salvation led Zamosk how it really is: Not as a liberated country but as a clerical clique that literally sold its nation to the Talemantine Empire.”
“Engellex and Talemantros recognized them. We were also obliged the recognize them and Potenza is very supportive for them, but I am not yet sure if they recognized Zamosk or not.”
“Do you remember the events from Malin?” asked Maksim. When Dabrowsky nodded he continued. “We must show the world that Lazarev’s actions were his and not Altai’s.”
“I see where you’re going.” Said Chancellor Karin entering the discussion after he listened quietly for a while. “We must rush Lazarev’s trial.”
“And we must publish the ProNat reports on what happened in Siddi el Hani two years ago.” Maksim continued.
“They killed the Muslims in the village to make the Patriotic Guards believe that they are surrounded by Christian militias.”
“But still, el Hani was on the other side of the Riff Oblast.”
“But was the least defended town with a sensible Muslim population.”
Suddenly, Karin’s telephone ringed.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, I must leave now. I’ll see what I can do about the trial.”
When they were alone, Maksim said:
“I helped Marek, Marek Yushchenko cross the border when I retreated with the Rovograd Garrison.”
“Yushchenko, the journalist? Did you think about what a scandal would have this start if you were caught in helping people cross a closed border?”
“We weren’t stopped when we entered Marka. Some Salvationists were yelling and swearing at us, but no more than that.”
“Just thank any god or saint in which you believe that you escaped this time.”