Plans to make
Mikhail was on his office and reading report from his country’s industrial capacity.
There was knocking on his door and Thomashevsky the foreing minister of transural republic entered. “You asked for my, mister president?” He asked.
“Yes, I have mission for. You have to travel to Siberia and meet tsar Nikolay Avksentyev. There you demand that he returns territory that is rightfully ours back. Tazov must be returned.” Mikhail ordered.
“Are you sure? Nikolay is known dictator for his military campaign against Russians. I don’t think he gives anything to us.” Thomashevsky answered with careful voice.
“Yes, make it happen. That is an order.” President raised his voice.
Thomashevsky nodded slightly and left the room.
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Few days later Thomashevsky was on train heading toward Siberia and thinking. Tension is too high in Sverdlovsk. President seem to have lot of pressure in his shoulder and mostly because eastern Transural. Hopefully all goes well and Nikolay is on good mood.
Then he just watched scenes out of window until sleep came.
At morning he woke up as Siberian soldier tapped his shoulder and demanded “Your papers and ticket sir.”
Thomashevsky handed them to soldier who inspected them carefully before returned and said. “All is in order. Thank you sire, but you can never be too careful because Russian spies.”
That wasn’t new to him and he expected to meet same kind of treatment when he returns trough Russian provinces that are between Transural nation’s two parts.
Well, this means he can still rest for few hours before the capital.
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Same time in presidents cabin Mikhail had a meeting with Vladimir Orlov. War hardened Cossack with nasty scar on his face was sitting on chair and drinking vodka with president.
“It has been long time that we last time seen Vladimir, how’s your life?”
Vladimir filled his glass again and drank it empty before answered. “Empty as it had been long time. Last times when I felt joy of life was when we worked for Stalin and felt even more alive when we challenged him.”
“Maybe we can chance that in future. I need able men and more that that I need man that have fight on my side. Man who I know that I can trust.”
“Tell me more.” Vladimir asked and moved his glass to corner of table, so it would not intercept his concentration.
And president started to reveal his plan and face of Vladimir was starting to smile. He felt once again that he was alive.
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Tsar Nikolay was returning to his quarters from meeting with foreign minister of Transural Republic and he was laughing.
This had been best he had heard in long time. Transural demanded land. And he laughed even louder. That wimpy nation it two places had courage he had admit that, but were they thinking that he was stupid. Maybe he had to teach them lesson after Russians were taken care.
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Thomashevsky felt that his face was turning red from anger and shame. He watched raving president that was pacing all around him. He gathered his wits and tried to speak.
“You can’t sa…”
“Shut up! You moron. I send you simple mission and you failed. You are FIRED!” Mikhail yelled in raze. “Vladimir shall take your place. No vanish from my eyes.”
Thomashervsky tried to concentrate. He watched Vladimir sitting on corner of room with cruel smile on his face for shot time before headed to door. He opened the door, but before he slammed it shut he said with hatred in voice “You shall pay for this.”
President watched closed door and said to Vladimir “Ask someone to follow that incompetent fool and are you ready to do what we need?” Mikhail asked.
“Yes I am. I will leave with next train to Novosibrirsk at morning to meet Nikolay.” Vladimir answered.
“Make him understand.” President added.
“I will.” Vladimir also added with grim look.
“And after that you go to Moscow and try to do better and harder bargain with them. Ask Igor Kovlon to come before you leave. I have much to discus.”
“Yes I will, may I say sir. It’s good to be back to work with you. This brings back the time when we were Cossacks, my captain.”
Smiling Mikhail Replied “Yes it brings. It’s nice to feel alive once again. See you later sergeant.” With wide smile.
Vladimir left the room and there was once again joy in his heart.
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Hour later Igor with his long white beard entered into room of president carrying map.
“Thanks for coming. Now could you explain you plan.” President asked.
Igor opened the map into table before president and started to speak. “Our main attack line is heading toward the capital of Kazakhstan. That should be enough and we will be sure that even if failed we capture province that gives us ability to bring supply to Eastern Transural territory.”
“That sounds excellent. Let’s hope that Vladimir brings more fast troops from Russia. I have gave him rights to use our full budget.”
“Let’s hope then and what about your personal plans? We are those happening?” Igor asked.
“I think at Autumn 1938. That should be enough. We do our next move then to restore ways of Cossacks. We do it just after yearly military parade.”
“That sounds good. I will be ready then. It’s good to work with you again sir.”
“It’s good to have you back my lieutenant.” Mikhail said with face burning in pleasure.
After Igor had left, Mikhail returned to his past life and thought that it had been good and hard diplomacy to have his adjutants back to work as ministers.
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Tsar Nikolay was watching the grim look of Vladimir and trying to hold his anger. He had been warned about this would happen so he tried to listen with interesting look on his face as that cursed man asked Transural demands that he had rejected before again. He tried to suppress thoughts that ordered him to send that man to executioner. After the man ended his speak he only said.
“I give you my answer tomorrow.”
Vladimir bowed and left the room as secret door on wall opened and Thomashevsky entered.
“Why did you ask me to delay the answer time? Why should I wary?”
“While I was minister of foreign politic of Transural Republic, I bought from Russian division of old cavalry for them. Mikhail immediately upgraded it to semi-modern one. That would beat your militia to hell. They did have same time as much regular infantry as you had. I suggest that you approve for now and start to build your army for future to avenge.”
“That sounds like a good plan. Send the order and I will give them what they want for now. We strike them later, after our army is ready.” Nikolay ordered.
Later next morning Vladimir was heading to airport of Siberia and smiling. He had accomplished the mission. It was time to head to Moscow.