Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 12, 2016 2:16:04 GMT -5
Similar to all nations, Ivan had his own boss he reported to and followed. They had many different titles over the centuries, but they all shared similar attribute. They knew how to use fear to control others. Even though mortal, Ivan always feared his bosses. His current boss, hand-picked by his former, was cold, collected, manipulative, and ambitious. He knew his boss wanted to make Russia great, make the world great, but Ivan often felt small in his presence, as if all his actions never reached his high expectations. As he left his boss’s office, he let out a sigh of relief. It had not been a pleasant meeting. Progress needed to be made, and it wasn’t. As expected, his boss was disappointed in him and subtle threats of replacement had been hinted. He needed to become stronger for his people or someone else would. He never heard of a nation personification being replaced, but he knew if anyone could accomplish such a task, it would be his boss. He looked over the strategic papers as he moved down the halls of the Kremlin to go home. He could not fail. He would find a way to meet the expectations.
His eyes stayed focused on the sheets as he attempted determine a way to implement them. He heard laughter down the hallway and stopped in his place. Laughter was not uncommon, but it did not occur in the Kremlin. Only serious conversations happened in these walls while childhood antics were left at the door. His eyes lifted from the paper and looked down to see a group of soldiers talking with a beautiful blonde woman. It did not sit well with Ivan to see the slapstick smiles on each man’s face as if they had not had female interaction in years. This was not the place for silly games, as his boss had earlier pointed out. Ivan frowned slightly before moving in their direction. One of the soldiers caught sight of him, and immediately straighten up and nodded to the others. It became instantly quiet as each man went to their straight stance. Ivan’s usual small smile appeared on his lips. Lessons taught in Russia were difficult to learn, but Ivan considered himself a wonderful teacher. Yet as he went towards them, he felt a strange presence of a nation…here…..in the Kremlin.
He tilted his head and glanced behind him, to the ceiling, the walls, and to the front again. He continued on slower to the group, suspicious of where the nation may be located. Then again, he could be mistaken. It would not be the first mistake as his boss had stated. “Hello, comrades,” Ivan spoke to his men, “I do not remember conversing in conversation to be needed when escorting.”
“Sir, I apologize, sir,” one of them spoke, “She had lost her way in the building.”
Ivan finally turned to face the woman. His eyes widened in recognition as he saw Francis before him in attractive female attire. He could not halt himself from taking in each inch of his form in the tight outfit and appearance. A light blush touched his cheek as he realized he had very apparently just checked him out. “I see...I will escort her…out,” he mumbled awkwardly, trying to get his thoughts in order.
His eyes stayed focused on the sheets as he attempted determine a way to implement them. He heard laughter down the hallway and stopped in his place. Laughter was not uncommon, but it did not occur in the Kremlin. Only serious conversations happened in these walls while childhood antics were left at the door. His eyes lifted from the paper and looked down to see a group of soldiers talking with a beautiful blonde woman. It did not sit well with Ivan to see the slapstick smiles on each man’s face as if they had not had female interaction in years. This was not the place for silly games, as his boss had earlier pointed out. Ivan frowned slightly before moving in their direction. One of the soldiers caught sight of him, and immediately straighten up and nodded to the others. It became instantly quiet as each man went to their straight stance. Ivan’s usual small smile appeared on his lips. Lessons taught in Russia were difficult to learn, but Ivan considered himself a wonderful teacher. Yet as he went towards them, he felt a strange presence of a nation…here…..in the Kremlin.
He tilted his head and glanced behind him, to the ceiling, the walls, and to the front again. He continued on slower to the group, suspicious of where the nation may be located. Then again, he could be mistaken. It would not be the first mistake as his boss had stated. “Hello, comrades,” Ivan spoke to his men, “I do not remember conversing in conversation to be needed when escorting.”
“Sir, I apologize, sir,” one of them spoke, “She had lost her way in the building.”
Ivan finally turned to face the woman. His eyes widened in recognition as he saw Francis before him in attractive female attire. He could not halt himself from taking in each inch of his form in the tight outfit and appearance. A light blush touched his cheek as he realized he had very apparently just checked him out. “I see...I will escort her…out,” he mumbled awkwardly, trying to get his thoughts in order.