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Post by Czar Nikolai on Aug 22, 2015 21:01:27 GMT
Dmitri Abakumov leaned back from the carriage window as he passed into the city of Rome. It had been near enough ten years since he had been here, as a young Officer he had spent some time in Rome after the conference of Vienna. He had enjoyed the wine, the women and the food so much that he decided to resign his commission and live in Rome. But after years of good living, his funds, and his fathers patience had run dry. But now he was back! But would probably have a little less fun than before, because he was now the Official Representative of Russia in Italy. The pay was good and the location was better!
Ambassador Abakumov will reside in the apartments of a fellow Russian until he has received permission from the Italian State to establish a formal Embassy. In the meantime he sends runners requesting meeting with the Italian President and the Ministers for Trade, he includes his letters of mark and accreditation.
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Regno d'Italia
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Post by Regno d'Italia on Aug 22, 2015 22:29:31 GMT
Many weeks later, hindered by the backward infrastructure of the Papal States, the runners finally reach Turin. Count Cavour sat in his study, wide-eyed, perturbed by the credulous nature of the Russian foreign office.
'If he wants a meeting he'll have to come here himself, I'm not letting a trip to Rome interfere with the affairs of government,' Cavour eventually mustered.
As the runners left, Cavour turned to the Marquis D'Azeglio who was sat at the side of the room. 'Best alert the Pope, his senile paranoia combined with the realisation that he has subjects harbouring those of the heathen Orthodoxy could result in a very serious diplomatic incident.'
'Yes, Prime Minister,' D'Azeglio replied, shaking his head in awe at this robustly ludicrous situation.
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Post by Czar Nikolai on Aug 23, 2015 12:53:02 GMT
Dmitri almost chocked on his breakfast when he got the message "Oh for fucks sake! What bastard forgot to tell me we should be in Turin?! If anyone tells the Czars office I will personally castrate them!"
Dmitri had spent most of the journey to Italy heavily inebriated and humping his way around most of the villages they passed through, as long as the Ministry didn't find out about the situation his career would be fine, but the humiliation was almost unbearable. Or at least it was almost unbearable until he had drunk half a bottle of the expensive wine which had been lining the cellar walls of their house.
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Some time later Dmitri arrived in Turin and went through the process of acquiring a house and sending out his letters of mark, requesting an opportunity to present himself formally to the Prime Minister and seek meetings with the Minister of Trade.
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