The Lviv Town Hall
After making several important international phone calls to representatives at Agintos, followed by a handwritten letter addressed to the highest-ranking head of state, Chancellor Ferdinand Wolverman was graciously invited for a first meetup in the hopes of establishing a meaningful diplomatic and perhaps even economic connection between The Democratic State of Karktopials Reborn and The Holy Folkish Order of Evergar. He had initially suggested their arrangement be held in the Polish capital of Warsaw, but to reroute for Ukraine, he found, was no issue since Evergar shares its border by the Black Sea. How convenient already!
One of the leader's private jets, Farmensk Noble-Triumphant 01, landed safely at the Danylo Halytskyi International Airport at around 10:06 AM without delay or incident. The two pilots each rented an apartment nearby in Osechina, where they would be staying over the course of the next three days. They wasted no time separating from their passenger and fetched taxicab services so that they could get settled in and grab a bite for lunchtime someplace thereafter, maybe catch up on rest. They worked 12-hour shifts, often for six days every week the majority of the year's months. Wolverman understood.
He could only imagine what the ordeal would entail. Wolverman never liked getting into a foreign war or petty drama incident in foreign affairs, as their servicemen deserved the best circumstances possible, free from proxy warfare, imperialism, offensive conquest, and disagreeable allied armies on the frontline. Unlike many millennia ago, the people knew the relaxation and relief behind longlasting peace, and they liked to keep it that way. Outside the front entrance by the front doors, he stood and watched the occasionally passing pedestrians going about their daily lives. A doorman who knew about the two countries' meeting in advance had advised him that he was there first. So, he would wait patiently for the leader of the Karker people, however long it took. Small talk happened briefly, mostly about each other's daily life. And the doorman personally seemed honored to be standing in the presence of an Ultranationalist patriotic dictator.