8:38 local time
17/9/2018
Hotel Brutus, Forssa, Viksberg
"Have a good day!" The hotel receptionist politely said to the group of three suited men, who waved back in response. Exiting the building, they walked up the busy street, casually talking among themselves like close friends, and gathering in the sights that Forssa had to offer. Each of them carried a pretty standard leather briefcase, gently swaying with their arms as they walked. And, safely tucked into their pockets, was a green Riysian diplomatic passport.
Though they didn't seem out of place, with their smart attire and light complexion, they were of course diplomats from the Riysian Arab Republic, come to meet with the candidates for the general election and start up relations between the two nations. Though typically such meetings between nations would be conducted with plenty of fanfare and celebration, the Riysian Ministry of Foreign Affairs didn't want to attract too much attention during such a delicate time, especially since the rest of the world would no doubt be interested in meddling. So, while the three had carried their official passports for diplomatic reasons, they had traveled on a typical commercial flight without any prior publicity, and quietly checked into the Hotel Brutus - the closest hotel to the Council Square.
At their head was Wasem Atassi, an experienced, middle-aged man with blond hair and green eyes. He like the other two, Firas Shalaby and Rida Tartawi, had been picked for being one of the minority of Riysians who fluently spoke a Nordic language - in his case, Finnish, in the others, Finnish and Swedish respectively, as well as Russian for Rida. Certainly, the other candidates knew some English, but experience taught that speaking with someone in their native language always made things better and reduced the chance of misunderstandings.
Several minutes and a few hundred meters later, the trio had arrived at the Council Square. On one side was the distinctive Council Building, housing the People's Council of Viksberg; their destination, the offices of the candidates they were supposed to meet with, was located right next door. Briskly they crossed the square, going straight towards the office building, Wasem entering inside first, followed by Rida and Firas.
"Hei!" Wasem said to the receptionist, with a friendly smile. "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Miss Looke at 9:00. Could you please let her know I am here?." He motioned at the other two. "They also have a scheduled appointment."
"I have one with Mister Soini at 9:15." Firas injected, crisply and succinctly.
"And he has one with Mister Glagolev." Wasem said, referring to Rida, who lightly nodded. "Thank you very much."