Post by Globexanter on Apr 3, 2014 14:53:54 GMT -5
6th of January, 06:03, the Premier's Main Office of the Carcassonne Govt. Buildings.
The Minister of the Interior, Spartak Lyapunov, stood outside of the Premier's office doors, his briefcase tucked under his left armpit as he straightened his tie with his right hand. Finally straightening out his tie, he looked up to the top of the double oak doors while grabbing hold of his briefcase in his left hand. The doors then began to slowly open, the small secretary working for the Premier pulling it open as she flashed a small smile towards the Minister.
"They want you to come in now, Sir." she said, fully oppening the door.
"They?" asked Spartak, glancing at the woman as he walked inside the room and past the desk, heading towards the single and only door in the room.
"Yes Sir, I do believe that the Minister of Defence is present, as well as someone else." she said, closing the doors behind her and sitting back down at her desk as the Minister oppened the interior door.
The Premier's internal office was not a large one. Mainly conceived for comfort of a real working area instead of the larger historical office located on the more open side of the building. The room had no windows, the bare wood walls covered by a few photographs, paintings and a heater by the desk in the center. Behind this sat the Premier, Artyom Piaskovsky, his jacket and tie stretched out on the back of his chair. In front of the desk, in two of the three chairs sat Vitrya Growska, the Minister of Defence, and a young looking man a suit to his left. Probably from the espionage side, thought Lyapunov as he walked into the door.
Seeing the new arrival, Artyom looked up from a file on his desk. The dark circles under his eyes looking gloomily at the new arrival.
"Good morning, Lyapunov. Please take a seat." said the Premier, flicking his hand towards the empty chair as he looked back down to the file in front of him.
Sitting down, the Minister of the Interior quickly glanced at his collegues in the room. The General had obviously been risen around the same time that he had, a few marks of hurry were present in his quickly combed hair, however the young fellow had obviously been here for a long time. A look of tiredness had set into his face, his body having the appearance of having fallen into the seat. The sound of a sigh coming from behind the desk, followed by the sound of a chair being leaned into, made him look up to the Premier whom had now sat back in his seat.
"Well gentlemen, I expect you need no introduction to the situation in Central Russia." he said, looking in silence at both of the newcommers.
"As you know, general reports presume and confirm that the popularity of this revolution is extremely strong. Strong enough for our Defence representative here to probably warrant any intervention as an absolute suicide." he continued, lightly grinning at the General, "So that excludes any possibility of a military intervention, be it aggressive or peacekeeping."
"There must be some groups remaining loyal to the Government?" asked Lyapunov, looking towards the General.
"Correct. At the moment the resistance to the coup has mainly involved groups of politicians and loyal soldiers. However, compared to the masses whom support this cause, attempting to help that lot would be an absolute waste of time. I'm personally quite surprised they're still protesting." answered Vitrya Growska, looking straight ahead towards the Premier.
"It's pointless. Alexander is currently in Surdra, which is actually a good thing seeing the current mentality of the country. And their brave leader is currently having the time of his life there while everyone else is freezing their ass off, which isnt too great for morale." added the young man.
"So, intervention of any form is out of the question. So that leaves one awkward question: Could this revolution spill East and affect our own population?" asked the Premier, talking directly to the Minister of the Interior.
A silence gripped the room. Revolutions spilling over from Central Russia were not unheard of. Some of the largest strikes and protests to hit the country had been light up in Globexanter's neighbour, even the Communist Revolution in the early 20th century had began there before crossing the Eastern border.
"As long as our citizens dislike the West, they'll be willing to try and remove any ressemblances whatsoever, be it business or social aspect." slowly said the Interior Minister, breaking and renewing the silence almost immediately.
The men in the room looked at each other, each of them thinking deeply of the situation before making any kind of stand in the room.
"We could close off the border and block as much communication as possible..." said Lyapunov, falling back into his seat.
"No, that would cause a panic big enough to initiate a whole different coup. Whatever we do has to be discrete yet solve the problem effectively and quickly. It doesnt have to last forever, only long enough for this situation to pass." said the Premier, looking towards the intelligence representative, whom had suddenly sat up in his chair, "Seen a ghost, Dimitri?"
"I've got it. The biggest Western influence in Globexanter has been propaged by the Internet. Blogs, news feeds, political militants clamouring for civil rights and all of that, and more importantly those debate forums. The amount of users in our country is enourmous, and as many we shut down we can't stop the flow due to the number popping up again, and we can hardly arrest them because of their social coverage." said the man in the suit.
"Your point being?" asked the General.
"Planting evidence, fake charges and organized terror attacks and threats. The whole works, but we need every single one of these major websites, posters and personalities gone, and quickly." he continued, pausing at his last sentence.
"To be honest, we wouldn't need to remove all of the nuissances," began Dimitri "most of these people tend to follow or end up devoted to certain political characters. Simply permanently removing the main figureheads and anyone dumb enough to still want to stick around will be more than sufficient."
"Or we could just take it to the next level. Why remove one problem when we could also remove at the same time our other issues? Known corrupt politicians, suspected traitors and anti-government leaders... All of those we could of had not removed any other time could be quite simply taken care of. Sure, it'll add a lot of targets to an already large list, but if we're going through this much pain as it is, why not just expand the operations just that little bit further?" asked the General, hesitantly edging his words.
"There's a thin line between eliminating a few problems and starting a nationwide purge, Mr. Growska, especially when some pretty influential people could end up on such a list." retorked the Premier, glaring at the General.
"I don't mean by the levels of the purges we've experienced in the past, just certain select-" answered the General, cutt off by the Premier's sharp wave of a hand.
"I'll think about, you'll receive information when I've made my mind up. Feel free to leave." declared Artyom sharply, sitting back into his chair as the men in front of him began to slowly rise, leaving the room.
The Minister of the Interior, Spartak Lyapunov, stood outside of the Premier's office doors, his briefcase tucked under his left armpit as he straightened his tie with his right hand. Finally straightening out his tie, he looked up to the top of the double oak doors while grabbing hold of his briefcase in his left hand. The doors then began to slowly open, the small secretary working for the Premier pulling it open as she flashed a small smile towards the Minister.
"They want you to come in now, Sir." she said, fully oppening the door.
"They?" asked Spartak, glancing at the woman as he walked inside the room and past the desk, heading towards the single and only door in the room.
"Yes Sir, I do believe that the Minister of Defence is present, as well as someone else." she said, closing the doors behind her and sitting back down at her desk as the Minister oppened the interior door.
The Premier's internal office was not a large one. Mainly conceived for comfort of a real working area instead of the larger historical office located on the more open side of the building. The room had no windows, the bare wood walls covered by a few photographs, paintings and a heater by the desk in the center. Behind this sat the Premier, Artyom Piaskovsky, his jacket and tie stretched out on the back of his chair. In front of the desk, in two of the three chairs sat Vitrya Growska, the Minister of Defence, and a young looking man a suit to his left. Probably from the espionage side, thought Lyapunov as he walked into the door.
Seeing the new arrival, Artyom looked up from a file on his desk. The dark circles under his eyes looking gloomily at the new arrival.
"Good morning, Lyapunov. Please take a seat." said the Premier, flicking his hand towards the empty chair as he looked back down to the file in front of him.
Sitting down, the Minister of the Interior quickly glanced at his collegues in the room. The General had obviously been risen around the same time that he had, a few marks of hurry were present in his quickly combed hair, however the young fellow had obviously been here for a long time. A look of tiredness had set into his face, his body having the appearance of having fallen into the seat. The sound of a sigh coming from behind the desk, followed by the sound of a chair being leaned into, made him look up to the Premier whom had now sat back in his seat.
"Well gentlemen, I expect you need no introduction to the situation in Central Russia." he said, looking in silence at both of the newcommers.
"As you know, general reports presume and confirm that the popularity of this revolution is extremely strong. Strong enough for our Defence representative here to probably warrant any intervention as an absolute suicide." he continued, lightly grinning at the General, "So that excludes any possibility of a military intervention, be it aggressive or peacekeeping."
"There must be some groups remaining loyal to the Government?" asked Lyapunov, looking towards the General.
"Correct. At the moment the resistance to the coup has mainly involved groups of politicians and loyal soldiers. However, compared to the masses whom support this cause, attempting to help that lot would be an absolute waste of time. I'm personally quite surprised they're still protesting." answered Vitrya Growska, looking straight ahead towards the Premier.
"It's pointless. Alexander is currently in Surdra, which is actually a good thing seeing the current mentality of the country. And their brave leader is currently having the time of his life there while everyone else is freezing their ass off, which isnt too great for morale." added the young man.
"So, intervention of any form is out of the question. So that leaves one awkward question: Could this revolution spill East and affect our own population?" asked the Premier, talking directly to the Minister of the Interior.
A silence gripped the room. Revolutions spilling over from Central Russia were not unheard of. Some of the largest strikes and protests to hit the country had been light up in Globexanter's neighbour, even the Communist Revolution in the early 20th century had began there before crossing the Eastern border.
"As long as our citizens dislike the West, they'll be willing to try and remove any ressemblances whatsoever, be it business or social aspect." slowly said the Interior Minister, breaking and renewing the silence almost immediately.
The men in the room looked at each other, each of them thinking deeply of the situation before making any kind of stand in the room.
"We could close off the border and block as much communication as possible..." said Lyapunov, falling back into his seat.
"No, that would cause a panic big enough to initiate a whole different coup. Whatever we do has to be discrete yet solve the problem effectively and quickly. It doesnt have to last forever, only long enough for this situation to pass." said the Premier, looking towards the intelligence representative, whom had suddenly sat up in his chair, "Seen a ghost, Dimitri?"
"I've got it. The biggest Western influence in Globexanter has been propaged by the Internet. Blogs, news feeds, political militants clamouring for civil rights and all of that, and more importantly those debate forums. The amount of users in our country is enourmous, and as many we shut down we can't stop the flow due to the number popping up again, and we can hardly arrest them because of their social coverage." said the man in the suit.
"Your point being?" asked the General.
"Planting evidence, fake charges and organized terror attacks and threats. The whole works, but we need every single one of these major websites, posters and personalities gone, and quickly." he continued, pausing at his last sentence.
"To be honest, we wouldn't need to remove all of the nuissances," began Dimitri "most of these people tend to follow or end up devoted to certain political characters. Simply permanently removing the main figureheads and anyone dumb enough to still want to stick around will be more than sufficient."
"Or we could just take it to the next level. Why remove one problem when we could also remove at the same time our other issues? Known corrupt politicians, suspected traitors and anti-government leaders... All of those we could of had not removed any other time could be quite simply taken care of. Sure, it'll add a lot of targets to an already large list, but if we're going through this much pain as it is, why not just expand the operations just that little bit further?" asked the General, hesitantly edging his words.
"There's a thin line between eliminating a few problems and starting a nationwide purge, Mr. Growska, especially when some pretty influential people could end up on such a list." retorked the Premier, glaring at the General.
"I don't mean by the levels of the purges we've experienced in the past, just certain select-" answered the General, cutt off by the Premier's sharp wave of a hand.
"I'll think about, you'll receive information when I've made my mind up. Feel free to leave." declared Artyom sharply, sitting back into his chair as the men in front of him began to slowly rise, leaving the room.