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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 15, 2007 22:23:35 GMT -5
August 1st, 1940
White Palace, Lenningrad, USSR
7:04 PM
Sergei straightened his jacket as the guards opened the doors, letting the first delegates enter. Standing with him was his wife and his son Mikhail. His wife was in a very dashing red dress, looking quite well for her age, and his son wore his formal uniform of the Soviet Army. Along the line were members of the Politburo and their wives. As the delegates entered, the orchastra in the main hall started up with a rather simple melody, but a welcoming one.
Sergei personally shook hands with everyone who entered, smiling.
"Greetings, I am so glad you could make it. Please, make yourself at home, Comrade." He greeted everyone.
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Post by Eric Skrevski on Jun 15, 2007 22:33:49 GMT -5
August 1st, 1940
White Palace, Leningrad, USSR
7:05 PM
Peter von Kruger exited the car along with his wife Kayla and walked into the White Palace.
"Lovely isn't it dear?" Kayla asked, kissing her husband on the cheek.
"Most indeed Kay, I am glad you could come along to this. I know I haven't spent as much time with you as I should. It is not fair to you or the kids."
"Oh hush Peter. We know what you are doing and you spend plenty of time with us. Now let us enjoy tonight." Kayla said smiling as they approached Sergei at the door.
"Evening Sergei, has been a few months sense we saw each other. I take it you are feeling better?" Peter asked smiling. "Oh and may I introduce my wife, Kayla."
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 15, 2007 22:36:39 GMT -5
Sergei nodded, smiling at the German Chancellor, and shaking his wife's hand.
"Welcome to the Soviet Union, Frau von Kruger." Sergei said, and looked to Peter.
"I am afraid that the doctors could not retrieve all the fragments out of my back, but I am as strong in my resolve as I ever was." Sergei explained, "I hope you both enjoy the evening. We have a surprise guest performing tonight."
He smiled and nodded as the Germans moved along.
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Post by allanryan on Jun 15, 2007 22:50:21 GMT -5
August 1st, 1940
White Palace, Lenningrad, USSR
7:07 PM
President Allan Ryan walked through the doors rather late and unexeptectedly, it had been a long series of flights begining two days ago. His wife Susana stood by his side in a rather slimming dress with thier three and twenty year old daughters standing in front of them.
Allan immediately picked out Puskov and Von Kruger and walked towards them smiling with his hand extended.
"Prevyet and Guten Nacht." His Russian and German was off, but it was the thought that counted. He only picked up bits and pieces of German from his time in the Great War, and his Russian he picked up from his wife.
"Thank you for having us Sergei, this place is simply amazing."
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 15, 2007 23:16:26 GMT -5
Sergei shook hands with the American President.
"Mister President, welcome to the Soviet Union." He said in his thickly accented English, "This place was once the seat of power for the Czars. Now it is just another building. But it is a beutiful building in the jewl of the Soviet Union. I was saddened to hear what happened to President Jamison, but I hope you have many prosperous years in the...White House."
He nodded politely, "This is my wife, Maria, and my son, Captain Yuri Puskov, who has just been reassigned to the Airborne." He said proudly. They both shook hands with the Americans, but neither spoke a word of English.
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Post by farly on Jun 16, 2007 0:53:41 GMT -5
Baqir exited the car, which was marked with the Iraqi flag. He made his way through the door, and headed over to the group of men who had already gathered.
"Secretary Puskov, this event is very well timed. Thank you for having us."
He put his left hand out to shake, as was custom in Iraq. Baqir noticed how nice the room looked, and felt very comfortable. Unfortunately, comfort was not something he could afford. A few moments later, his personal guards entered the room, carrying their pistols at their sides.
Baqir got back to the meeting, and continued to greet the others.
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Post by Eric Skrevski on Jun 16, 2007 1:57:46 GMT -5
August 1st, 1940
White Palace, Leningrad, USSR
7:10 PM
"I wonder who the surprise guest is.. oh it is so nice to get out and see other parts of the world." Kayla said smiling.
"I am glad you are having a good time sweetie. I think I will plan a vacation with you and the kids to go to the coast once more or maybe to Norway and visit Olaf and his family."
"Oh that would be grand Peter. You know how much the kids loved being up there. And it's interesting to see all the different delegates here."
Peter nodded and kisses his wife on her cheek. "Most indeed. Do you want something to drink?"
"I would. But not to much please, you know why." She said smiling.
Peter chuckled and moved off to get Kayla a drink as she sat down. He saw the new President of the United States approach and nodded as he was greeted by him. "Guten Tag, Herr Ryan. I am glad to meet you."
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Post by branches on Jun 16, 2007 2:00:07 GMT -5
August 1st, 1940
White Palace, Lenningrad, USSR
7:15 PM
Isoroku Yamamoto exited the car, wearing his aviator's scarf. He decided to fly into Moscow airport in his country's new aircraft the A6M Zero. He arranged beforehand to have his own flight alone. His jacket was left in the car, he looked toward his driver and dropped everything that related to his flight, but wore the aviator's scarf for good luck.
He approached the door, looking up at the just arriving King Baqir. His suit jacket smelled of high octane gasoline. Other than that he stood clear of the guards who patted him down. He just nodded along with their checks. Then straightened up and started to walk up the stairs. Greeting the General Secretary with a handshake with no bow. Very inappropriate in his own country, but he understands that he must be flexible.
"Sergei my friend, I apologize i couldn't bring my wife, shes a bit sick. I feel so alone" he laughed abruptly and chuckled "How are you my friend?"
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Post by allanryan on Jun 18, 2007 13:51:01 GMT -5
Allan nodded politely to both Yuri and Maria before the youngest Ryan, Elizabeth, wrapped her arms around his leg and tugged on his jacket. It made for an ackward scene but it was normal with a Three year old around.
She pointed at two men, Allan instantly picked out who they were, King Baqir and Prime Minister Yamamoto. He had met the latter when Yammamoto was a Naval Attache in Washington. Allan had followed his career after he had left the United States Navy in order to continue a life in Politics.
"Prime Minister Yammamoto, good to see you made it."
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 19, 2007 21:59:51 GMT -5
Sergei greeted everyone politely, but winced as the Iraqis walked by with guns. He knew fully that the 9th Directorate KGB agents would have a problem, as he saw several of the plainclothes troops walking over to them, whispering to them that they either needed to turn over their firearms, or wait outside.
-----------------Several Minutes Later--------------------------
Sergei stood at the podium at the head of the room. The flags from every nation stood behind him, no flag bigger than the other.
"Comrades, thank you for coming. I know that many of you had to cross great lengths to come to this gathering. For that, I am grateful. Today, I am holding this event to allow you all to get to know each other, as there are new faces in the world." Sergei said, smiling
"The Soviet Union has not had a proud history lately, with the regime of Ivan Roshak threatening the world. However, under my guidence, the Soviet Union is now more friendly to the world, and we wish to extend a hand of friendship to the nations of the world. Tonight, we have a real treat for you all, but for now, let us eat as Comrades."
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Post by farly on Jun 19, 2007 22:26:17 GMT -5
With a wave of the hand, Baqir's men handed over their weapons. He was confident that no assassinations would be happening here, as it would be political suicide.
Baqir took his seat at the table, and listened intently to what Secretary Puskov had to say. He was pleased when he said to eat, as it had been several hours since he had last had a decent meal.
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Post by Nick Ginovef on Jun 24, 2007 18:19:58 GMT -5
Sergei was pleased to see that at least everyone was being polite and civil. Even the Iraqi security troops willingly turned over their weapons to the 9th Directorate. Everything had gone over well, so far, and dinner went off without a hitch. Sergei then stood up once he saw that mostly everyone was finished, or close to it.
"Ladies and gentlemen. If I may direct your attention to the stage behind you all, I would like to present the Soviet Union's most talented artist. She is a rising star in the musical world, and even during war, she went to units on the frontlines, and performed." Sergei said, and motioned to the stage, "May I present Klavdiya Shulzhenko."
The red velvet curtians rolled back to reveal the young woman on the center stage, in a white dress. Behind her was the band, all dressed in suits. The band sturmmed up in an upbeat tune, and she began to sing. Eventhough it was in Russian, it was obvious that it was a more upity melody, and it was also obvious she was quite talented.
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Post by branches on Jun 24, 2007 23:24:15 GMT -5
As Yamamoto sat and listened, his eyes leaned toward King Baqir. He could see the king was paranoid, his guards hardly listening and staring off into the hands in their coat pockets. They looked like children watching a love movie at 10, hardly paying attention and always shifting their weight around the chair. His eyes then wandered to the back of Von Kruger, the man and his wife leaning against each other. He had little interest into the affairs of Germany, but didn't bat an eye to the rumors in his Japanese intelligence agency about possibility to take the Dutch East Indies.
To his left was Allan Ryan and his wife, Isoroku nodded with a smile as he stood shimmying his way through the two. He approached the door as the guards approached his way
"Hmm. My Russian is a little off but...идти для дыма если вы не помните[going for a smoke if you don't mind.]"
The guards nodded and opened the doors to the bathroom, he continued past the bathroom and opened the door to the outside standing at the entrance stairs, guards running up and asking him questions, he pulled the pack of Lucky Strikes from his pocket
"Свет? любое получило свет?[light? anyone got a light?]"
The guards chuckled along with him giving him a light, they returned to their posts as he stood looking out at the last sheds of light left the Leningrad shoals.
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Post by Eric Skrevski on Jun 25, 2007 2:37:53 GMT -5
Both Peter and Kayla listened the young lady sing with Kayla snuggling up next to her husband and whispered "It's been along time sense we have done this."
Peter nodded and kissed her on the check and whispered back "I know and I am sorry for it hon. I will try and make a better effort."
"You are doing fine Peter. Though more theater would be nice." Kayla replied winking.
Peter chuckled and glanced around and catching the eye of Sergei nodded and saluted the man, showing his appreciation.
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Post by farly on Jun 26, 2007 15:13:13 GMT -5
Baqir was starting to get settled in. He enjoyed a good show, and had always had a great respect for the arts. Just as he had gotten comfortable, he saw Prime Minister Yamamoto get up, and tell the guards he was going for a smoke in broken Russian. Baqir hadn't had a smoke in hours, so he decided to follow him out.
Baqir got up and headed for the door. He told the guards he too was going for a smoke, but in broken English, as Baqir hadn't any Russian to try and speak. As he left, his guards began to follow, but Baqir waved them off.
When he got outside, he made his way to the Prime Minister, pulled out his pipe and lighter. The lighter was a gift from one of his generals, and he always kept it with him. As he lit the pipe, he tryed to spark a conversation. He stood in a non-chalant way as he began his sentence, hoping that the Prime Minister spoke English.
"Enjoying the show, Prime Minister?"
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