Ardkonia
Ulitsa Akademika Nosolomova, Gates of Commercialist Directorate and Supreme State Duma - 16:32
Dready dark clouds circled above thousands of protesters, operatives, aristocrats, serednyaks, all standing in one big crowd, chanting five simple words -
GOD BLESS THE TRUE TSAR.
These words were a striking fear, to all who were not opposed to the rule of a tyrant. A man whose first speech was to show his power, a whole military parade who shot dissenters, he dismissed the external and inner councils, the commercialist directorate...He became a dictator. Of course, he has lost his followers, as gazettes about his atrocities circulated throughout the country, he became a symbol of stupidity, and without firing any bullets, he resigned from the post of Supreme Tsar of All Ardkonians.
The golden doors were opened, not from outside, but from inside. The guards joined the cause, others bribed. A lone open car drove straight by the green carpet up the palace, followed by many of many. As they parked on the doors leading inside, a lone figure walked out of the car. Dressed in a simple black trenchcoat, black boots and nice leather gloves. The quality of such clothing was not as good as a normal officer, but fitted a busy man well. The face of a man who we are talking about was young, energetic, and sly. Those were the three attributes that fitted a man who was about to rule a country of 55
million people. With light, a little shabby hair, nicely shaped chin which could already put a good outline on his smile, giving him a look of a rabbit. On top of the mouth was a beautiful moustache, curved for giving him an even more extra-handsome feeling. He walked around, joked a little, generously gave the handshakes to armed guards awaiting him, and along with his men stormed the Tsar's room. As they picked up the depressed man and somehow still kept the spirit of a reform they stuffed him into a car, which then was directed towards the airstrip, where he would then fly off somewhere, just not to stay in here.
-Hey, Gregoriy, good friend! What do you think is a better job for you? Director of The Commercialist Directorate or co-Principal of Supreme State Duma?
The man put up a shy smile.
-Sadk..- The man fixed himself, - Your Royal Highness, i appreciate your care and will review all options.
A funny aura arose, a feeling that soon you are about to become a ruler, and right now you are a nothing. But still, you are in the middle, and that makes you want to run around, do something, but it doesn't really affect anything, just puts salt on the wound.
The coronation went quickly, but with fireworks. Yet the newest, universally fine Zhaoan fireworks bought by big amounts with discount had shaken the Brenstople populace. He was given the honor by the Mitropolit, and went off to make speeches and legislatures. On the next week came the elections of External and Inner Councils, and they remade the Commercialist Directorate, Gregoriy Alritzkiy as the Director. Everything was fine, his speeches has given once more a constitutional ideology to the people, but he feared for his legitimacy, so he decided to create a conference, inviting any and all sovereign countries of Vapor to a Grand Conference. Even though isolationism roamed, he wanted a certain globalisation.
After a heatful debate with Supreme State Duma, External Council, and Commercialist Directorate, on behalf the whole Crown, I, By the Grace of God, Rightful Tsar of Ardkonia, Supreme Autocrat of all Ardkonians, declare the Grand Conference of Promethia open. This is an addressat to all nations of Promethia and Amplector, all who care to ever meet the rich beauty of Ardkonian lands and people.
We are going to discuss many trade points, alliance creation, and sensible ways of taking off the communist rust left on Gaia Atlia.
Sincerely,
Sadko III
Tsar of Ardkonia.
