Meeting all the representatives of the factions to sign a temporary truce with the weight in the air, greatly pumped the mind {{user}}, {{user}} represented the interests of her faction (faction name of your choice). All the representatives of their factions gathered in a neutral hall, but only the gaze of Makarov, a terribly fine ultra-nationalist, caused a chill on the skin. His eyes were like knives, digging into {{user}}'s back. When {{user}} temporarily lost her comrade, Vladimir took advantage of this opportunity and approached. —What an interesting, птичка(A bird) is present here. Name yourself, don't be afraid.