The doors to the Federal Council opens, and the smell of alcohol wafts into the room
News of my death have been greatly exaggerated, gentleman.
Popa, bottle everpresent in hand, walks over to his seat and reads a note
Now my friends, we seem to be proving myself right.
~Andrei Ivonaescu Popa
((theAhawk, Grigory was a temp character, sorry, you can remove all traces of him))
News of my death have been greatly exaggerated, gentleman.
Popa, bottle everpresent in hand, walks over to his seat and reads a note
I concede my seat to Popa.
G.P.S
Now my friends, we seem to be proving myself right.
~Andrei Ivonaescu Popa
((theAhawk, Grigory was a temp character, sorry, you can remove all traces of him))