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June 2nd, 199X
8:30am Moscow Time
Central Committee Headquarters, Valgrod, Provisional Republic of Oskovia

As members of the HCEK, ПГC and the Monarchist CIGs filed into the old government building; there was a certain air of excitement permeating the group. While they all found it a bit strange that the other groups had been invited, none raised verbal issues with the current arrangement. They all sat down in a large conference room, with a spread of hot beverages off to the side; and as a well dressed Apparatchik stepped into the room, the doors closed and locked behind him. Mr. Lebedev smiled, cleared his throat, and began to speak.

"Good Morning, Toвapищи. We have much to discuss here, and all the time in the world to do so. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

As he nodded, aides filed in through another door and began to pass around packets detailing a provisional plan for Oskovia's government broken down into several, detailed and easily digestible sections ranging from internal economic matters, foreign relations, and even a step by step plan for implementing these changes down to exactly at what stages the nation's name would be changed to reflect their current state.

Each man seated had to admit, it was very impressive. Each man also almost immediately began to raise their own issues and proposed changes or reforms to the plan laid out to them. Vanya sat back in his seat at the head of the table, a steaming cup of tea at his right hand side as the conversation became slightly heated between the Reformists and Nationalists. This was to be expected. There would need to be much in the way of compromise. Then one of the Monarchists raised the question of exactly who would be made Tzar. All hell broke loose. Lebedev took in a deep breath, grasped the handle to his mug of tea and took a long sip.

This was going to be a long day, because until they all reached something they were all content with; no one was leaving this room.