The leather boots of Comissar Gregory Ilyopov echoed through the massive Marble Gallery. On the right, large windows illuminated the sleek designed gallery. On the left, various large doors gave entry to hallways and rooms deeper into the headquarters of the Party.
His fast pace alerted the General-Secretary’s bodyguards at the end of the hallway. Like the other doors, these were also made of solid bronse, but were significantly Larger. The guards saluted Ilyopov, and opened the doors for him. This place has always been hard to describe. It’s scope is bizarre, yet it’s colours were calm and made it feel more like a living room, were it not that the walls were made of expensive stone from Italy, the ceiling were strengthened by mahogany wood, and the floor was made of grassgreen carpet from Persia. The fireplace left of the door was strikingly dark and made of marble, while the furniture was simple, yet elegant. Right before a door in the corner of the office stood a solid desk where the most powerful man of the hemisphere sat behind. He had his magnifying glass in one hand. With the other, he held some papers.
Ilyopov approached him, froze, and brought his heels together. ‘General-Secretary I have some news...it’s about the world’s fair,’
The leader didn’t seem too impressed. He said nothing, and was still in the same pose the comissar found him in. ‘M...my leader?’
Suddenly he got a reply. The Moustached General-Secretary, who wore his grey military attire, looked up. His countless medals looked impressive. ‘Well?’ He stated slightly impatient. ‘Out with it,’.
Comissar Ilyopov, again, came a little closer. ‘We do not know entirely what hapened, but something went seriously wrong in Chicago,’ he explained. ‘Something about experiments gone wrong, and massive havoc as result...’
‘And our delegation?’ He asked.
‘No news,’ Ilyopov replied.
The leader of Europe stood up. ‘This...experiment, that has gone wrong. How much impact will it have on us?’ He asked the comissar.
‘Forgive me but I can not tell yet. This is all the information I have got, but I’ve ordered the U.I.B. to keep me informed,’
‘Good, good...’ the leader sat down again. ‘Let me know if you have more information on what happened and the status of our delegation is,’ he ordered calmly. Comissar Ilyopov nodded, and left the General-Secretary’s office with haste, hoping that the intelligence bureau has learned more about the world’s fair in Chicago.