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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 19, 2016 22:47:24 GMT
London, England
Gatwick Airport
1957 Hours
For the past 4 hours, Dmitry had been busy on finishing paperwork that had to be done as soon as possible. When his laptop died, he took the opportunity to play some solitaire. The 4 hours he had spent on the plane ride from Domodedovo Moscow Airport to Gatwick on personal invite by Prime Minister Wilson. His patience with plane rides was never all that great in the first place, and now he had only a deck of cards to entertain him. Only an hour after he started playing, Dmitry, as a student in a classroom, had fallen asleep on the table he was sitting at. He was so engrossed with his dreams that he didn't feel the plane land at Gatwick.  "Prezident Molchanov...Gospodin Prezident. Dmitriy [President Molchanov...Mister President. Dmitry]!" The President awoke with a start, cards jumping off the table as he straightened up and put his suit in order. He looked to his armed guards, who gestured him out of the main meeting room of the Presidential Aircraft. 
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 19, 2016 23:07:41 GMT
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 19, 2016 23:09:19 GMT
Dmitry smiled as he walked up to the British Prime Minister and shook held out his hand.
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Wilson. Thank you for inviting me."
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 19, 2016 23:11:43 GMT
"It's an honour to have you here in Blighty." Edmund replied and shook Dmitry's hand firmly. "We'll be heading to Chevening by helicopter, the limo will take us to the helipad."
Edmund then ushered the Russian president into the limo before gesturing towards the armoured SUV's that had pulled up behind it for the Russian bodyguards to climb into.
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 19, 2016 23:16:47 GMT
Dmitry nodded and got into the limo, taking a seat in the vehicle as Edmund followed. Despite the cramped space, he was at least glad to be out of the Kremlin and somewhere else for a change.
"So Mr. Wilson, how was your day?"
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 19, 2016 23:18:53 GMT
"It's been fine." Edmund stated quietly as the limo sped off towards the waiting helicopter, Russian filled SUVs in pursuit. "Have you been able to eat recently or would you like dinner when we arrive?"
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 19, 2016 23:20:33 GMT
"I'm starving. Been saving my appetite for when my vacation actually begins," Dmitry stated. "The plane ride was murder though."
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 19, 2016 23:25:36 GMT
"Oh? What happened?" Edmund enquired gently. "While you explain what troubled you, you can also suggest what you'd like for your meal?"
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 19, 2016 23:41:40 GMT
"I just don't like plane rides. When I loose my capability to use my computer, then I become bored very quickly. As was the case two hours into my flight," Dmitry explained. "I spent an hour playing solitaire before I fell asleep." Dmitry then thought on what he wanted for dinner as he stepped out of the limo, which had parked at a helipad. "I personally am a picky eater, but I'm willing to eat what is placed in front of me."
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 19, 2016 23:44:25 GMT
"Well, we have a while before we arrive, so we will be able to prepare practically any dish you desire." Edmund explained as he climbed into the Sea King Commando that was going to transport them to Chevening House.  |
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 19, 2016 23:49:52 GMT
"I'm personally fine with something simple on my first day here. Perhaps something easy to make, like some pasta or soup. Particularly topped with cheese with a side of chicken," Dmitry stated. He probably sounded childish asking for something as simple as the American "macaroni and cheese," but he wasn't in the mood for deciding on something big or fancy.
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 20, 2016 0:02:54 GMT
Edmund smiled.
"I know a recipe that you'll find absolutely glorious. I'll cook it myself when we arrive."
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 20, 2016 0:26:10 GMT
"Sounds delightful." Dmitry then stepped into the helicopter, beginning to show signs of the weariness of getting into other cramped spaces, stuffed between his guards. Only 10 minutes passed before Dmitry saw Chevening House from the helicopter.  |
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Post by Edmund Wilson on Mar 20, 2016 0:29:05 GMT
"Welcome to Chevening House." Edmund stated grandly. "Customary residence of The Deputy Prime Minister or The Foreign Secretary, however, I had The Foreign Secretary take up residence elsewhere so he was closer to 10 Downing Street, so this place will be your residence during your stay here."
The helicopter landed and Edmund climbed out.
"Shall we, Mr. President?"
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Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 20, 2016 0:38:26 GMT
Dmitry merely nodded as he stepped out the helicopter to gaze at the mansion.
"How many rooms?" Dmitry inquired as he walked side-by-side with the Prime Minister, his guards in tow.
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