Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Mar 21, 2016 20:20:58 GMT
"Yes, indeed. I would prefer to start my vacation as soon as possible, and if that means that I collapse on a bed or couch, so be it," he stated, taking off his coat and tie before falling back-first upon the bed.
Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Apr 1, 2016 2:31:57 GMT
March 11, 2047 London, England Gatwick Airport 0953 Hours
Dmitry waited along the runway with his cadre of guards for his plane. For over a week, Dmitry had enjoyed his vacation, barring the day when he heard that Omar escaped custody. When he returned to Moscow, he would set up a meeting on the situation with Omar, and if any progress had been made. However, he had tried not to bother himself with it. He and Edmund (who also seemed to be taking a small vacation) had enjoyed a good amount of time away from the political scheme: visiting London (not really a visit for Prime Minister Wilson), Edinburgh, and several other locations across the United Kingdom. He had experienced all that the United Kingdom had to offer, and he was happy to have at least taken a vacation in the first place, as the entire situation back in Russia was about to become much more significant in his life. As the plane halted to a stop in front of him, Dmitry straightened his tie and prepared to return to the drudgery of politics and international strife.
(OOC: The Warzone This is the end, unless Edmund Wilson wishes to give a bit more detail to it. I will give a 72 hour deadline.)
"Мы здесь, чтобы сохранить мир, не начинать войну. [We are here to keep the peace, not to start a war.]" - Dmitry Molchanov, President and former Prime Minister of the Russian Federation