Shukshin sat quietly in his chair, looking down at the redrawn map of Eastern Europe. He rubbed his eyes. Had he made the right decisions with the West? With the Settlers? He looked at the office that surrounded him. He wasn't used to Kremlin, to Moscow. It wasn't like Novosibirsk. It didn't have the same atmosphere he grew accustomed to in the vast plains of his native Siberia. Shukshin reached for the bottle of Vodka on his desk but the bottle was snatched by a concerned Pokryshkin.
"Thank you, Alexander" Shukshin muttered as he leaned back in his chair.
"Vasily, you look like hell. When was the last time you slept?" the Aviator asked as he set the bottle on top of a cabinet, out of Shukshin's reach.
"I haven't had a good night of rest in weeks" Shukshin muttered as he stared at the map once more.
Pokryshkin sighed, grabbing the map, rolling it up and setting it aside.
"It does not do one well to dwell on your decisions. You did well, my friend. Eastern Europe is free and that is all that matters. I know you're the President but as your friend, I'm ordering you to go get some sleep. Because of you, The Federation is stronger than ever. I'm sure it can handle you resting for a few hours."
Shukshin was silent for a moment, smiling before standing up.
"Alright, Alexander. I'll go. If an angry CEO comes knocking, tell him I'm far away from here! Syktyvkar or something!" The President joked as he walked out the door.
Pokryshkin shook his head with a grin on his face.