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The next day.
The weather was cool but clear, filling the city with light, fresh air, as if heralding something important, something significant. Engrossed in their thoughts, passersby moved slowly along the streets, enjoying the morning quiet.
In the hotel lobby, brightly lit by the morning sun, stood a man in a strict suit. His appearance differed from usual diplomatic strictness, as if some inner unease was hidden behind his calm expression. He was waiting for the members of the Qua-Toyne delegation, with whom an important agreement for both sides was to be discussed.
— Good morning, — Dmitri greeted the diplomatic mission, rising to meet them. — For today, we have the following. At eleven thirty, we will leave the hotel and go to the train station. At twelve o'clock sharp, as soon as we finish breakfast, we will board the high-speed train "Sevastopol-Moscow." We will arrive in Moscow at 5:00 PM at the Kursk railway station, and after that…
Yago stood nearby, listening to the explanations. Since his arrival in the Russian Federation, he could not shake the feeling that everything around him had a clear structure, and time had become something understandable and orderly for him. Each member of the delegation had received a wristwatch, which seemed to strengthen this order even more.
— Dmitri, I'm sorry to interrupt, — Yago suddenly interrupted him. — Are you sure that we will arrive exactly at 5:00 PM? Were you able to calculate the arrival time down to the minute?
Dmitri looked at him calmly, smiling almost imperceptibly:
— Of course, Yago. Unless there is a force majeure, we will be on time.
— Understood, — Yago replied, smiling slightly in response, but his expression remained serious nonetheless.
Suddenly, a sharp sound of a collision rang out. Yago immediately jerked and rushed towards the exit.
— What was that? — he whispered to himself, hurrying to the door.
When he ran out into the street, an unpleasant sight greeted his eyes: a girl lay on the asphalt, bleeding profusely. Next to her stood a car, obviously involved in the incident.
— Damn it, what the… — Dmitri groaned, taking out a miniature radio. — Tour guide, Bureau, copy. What happened there?
The radio hissed, and soon a voice was heard:
— Bureau, to Tour Guide. Some idiot behind the wheel hit a girl. Call an ambulance, understood, over?
— Copy that. I'm going for the local. Over! — Dmitri replied, spitting on the asphalt and heading towards Yago.
A crowd of onlookers had already gathered at the scene. The girl lay on the asphalt, completely unconscious, her body was broken, and it seemed that it had completely lost its life form. The picture was grim, but, fortunately, did not cause panic.
— Step aside! She needs immediate treatment! — Yago shouted, pushing his way through the crowd. He moved towards the injured woman with a fierce determination, feeling adrenaline fill his body.
Finally, he pushed through the onlookers and knelt beside the girl. Blood flowed from her head, quickly staining the asphalt a dark color.
— This is very bad… — he whispered, placing his hand on her wound. Yago felt her life ebbing away with every moment, but his hands moved quickly and confidently. He raised his hand to her head and, almost whispering, spoke a few words in an unknown language.
—وزرةفشهلاشوخزولاوشكصسخث٤هلشةخهسثخ.- (he pronounces a healing spell)
As soon as these strange sounds escaped his lips, a pale light began to emanate from his hands, which immediately enveloped the girl's head.
— The wound… — Yago whispered, feeling the tissue of her skin begin to recover. — The wound is closing! — he added with relief.
The crowd watching what was happening and filming everything on their phones was stunned. A woman who was closest of all watched in amazement as everything unfolded.
— Look, this man said something, and the wound closed! — she exclaimed, shocked by what she had just seen.
— Is that magic?! — someone else blurted out.
— My God, it's impossible! It's just unbelievable… — others said, not believing their eyes.
The onlookers began to discuss what had happened, and soon the crowd began to actively applaud.
Yago looked at them, with a slight bewilderment on his face, and said with a kind of indifference in his voice:
— Is this magic? … Yes, it is magic! What's so amazing about that?
The crowd, hearing his words, could not contain themselves and responded with loud, enthusiastic cries:
— Whoooooaaaaaa!
Yago was somewhat embarrassed and confused. He had not expected such a reaction from the locals. A feeling, as if he had just become part of some wonderful performance, engulfed him completely. But at the same time, his thoughts remained focused on the girl, who now looked much better than before he started the treatment.
— It's alright, — Yago said quietly, almost whispering, towards Dmitri, who had finally approached him. — She is safe.
Dmitri nodded, but his gaze was somewhat strained. He understood that all this could have far-reaching consequences for their further stay in the country.
Some time later. Inside the Sevastopol-Moscow high-speed train.
The quiet hum of the engines piercing the air, and the soft light pouring from the windows, created an atmosphere of comfort and tranquility. Dmitri, sitting opposite Yago, could not hide the surprise that was reflected on his face.
— I am extremely surprised. It was in the intelligence report, but to see the effect of magic with my own eyes… — his voice was full of admiration. — It's just amazing.
Yago, at the praise, felt a slight warmth in his chest but did not get arrogant. He was glad he had made an impression.
— What are you surprised about, Dmitri? Is healing magic rare in Russia? — Yago asked, trying to remain modest while inwardly enjoying the admiration.
— You see, dear Yago, we don't have any magic at all, — Dmitri shook his head, trying to explain.
Yago looked at him, not hiding his surprise.
— Eh?! — his voice betrayed his shock, but he quickly composed himself.
After a pause, Hanki, one of the members of the delegation, half-engrossed in what he had heard, asked:
— If you don't communicate with each other using communicative magic, then how do you communicate in reality?
— Radio waves, — Dmitri replied with a slight smile. — I won't go into details, but all our technologies are based on science.
— Even this cold air that filled the refrigerator? — Hanki teased, interested in the explanation.
— Yes, — Dmitri confirmed. — In our world, we have developed various fields of science to understand and explore every phenomenon. Radio waves are related to physics, which studies the laws of nature, and the cold air in the refrigerator is related to chemistry, which explains changes in matter. We use science to improve the lives of our citizens.
Yago and the other members of the Qua-Toyne delegation were stunned. Science instead of magic? It was completely incomprehensible to them, and apparently, unfamiliar.
— We in Qua-Toyne have no concept of science, — Hanki remarked in surprise, trying to comprehend what he had heard.
— And we have no magic, — Dmitri added, as if it were something obvious.
Silence fell between them. Questions began to form rapidly in the delegation's minds. They could hardly imagine a world where there is no magic, and everything is explained only by science.
Yago, trying to find common ground, suggested:
— Maybe we could offer you magical help? For example, open clinics where small wounds or sore joints could be healed instantly.
Dmitri pondered, and his face lit up.
— That's an interesting idea. If you can train our doctors or offer us your art, perhaps we could try to integrate such technologies into our medicine.
Yago continued:
— Or create emergency services that could work at the scene of an accident. We could also help in the study of incurable diseases, of which I have heard you have many.
Dmitri slightly tilted his head, assessing the possibilities.
— Your magic is a valuable thing for us, Yago. But we need more than just healing. We could start an exchange of knowledge: you teach us healing, and we will give you our sciences and technologies so that you can improve your country.
Yago nodded happily.
— That's what we'll do. —Dmitri said. If they open a magic academy in Qua-Toyne and Russia and offer teachers, this will help not only train people but also attract foreign investment. Perhaps we could do this with your help. And if you import our education system into Qua-Toyne, it would allow us to improve the education of children and prepare a new generation of scientists at the intersection of science and magic.
Yago stared thoughtfully out the window, his gaze full of contemplation.
— It seems that this exchange will benefit both sides. We are used to science, but it is important for us to understand that magic can be another form of knowledge.
Yago, still thinking about books on chemistry and physics, could not contain his interest:
— Dmitri, is it possible to buy your sciences, such as physics and chemistry?
— It's not that simple, — Dmitri replied, sighing slightly. — In our country, there is a law prohibiting the export of modern technologies. We cannot share our secrets with you. But fundamental scientific knowledge is available in any bookstore. You don't need any permission or license for that.
Yago nodded, deciding that he would definitely buy everything he could when he arrived in Moscow.
— Hanki, this train is really incredibly fast, isn't it? — Yago asked, changing the subject.
— Yes, — he agreed, shaking his head slightly. — It moves with such unimaginable speed that nothing shakes inside. The seats are comfortable, and the train as a whole is impressive. However, if there is an accident, the consequences will be terrible…
Dmitri smiled calmly, trying to dispel his fears.
— Don't worry, it's safe. This type of transport has proven itself to be the most reliable.
Hanki nodded silently, but his gaze remained strained. All he knew was that magic and science could not only change the world but also become dangerous.
— Okay… I believe you, — he said with obvious uncertainty.
Silence filled the carriage again, but there was not as much silence as before. Everything had changed. Every minute was now filled with anticipation of something new, unknown.
From Yago's diary
"My trip to Moscow turned out to be a real revelation. On our way we encountered cities that felt powerful and expansive, but even they could not compare to the scale that I saw in Russia. The provincial cities of this country seemed to surpass the capitals of the largest states in the Three Civilized Lands, both in size and in spirit. Moscow, however, became something incredible for me, something that seemed to have broken out of another dimension. I was shocked not only by the scale of its streets and buildings but also by their order. Everything here was subject to accuracy and discipline, which amazed me. The punctuality of cars in the crazy Moscow traffic seems to leave no room for chance. Even in the thick of the traffic, there was a kind of invisible harmony, as if every car was part of a single organism moving according to its own rules. This was not just a city—it was a mechanism that worked with such precision that it was impossible not to admire it. But the most important thing, perhaps, was that I was finally able to see with my own eyes how people here live and work. A huge number of people, not for a second stopping to move along the streets, like part of some great, endless river. Tall buildings towering overhead, as if trying to touch the heavens themselves. Their glass facades reflected the sun and seemed to be the embodiment of strength and progress, as if they were created not for people but for the idea itself. Each building was a work of art, and together they formed a picture that one did not want to lose sight of. I drove through this metropolis, thinking about how much more I still had to learn about this amazing country. Being here, I felt the responsibility that lies on my shoulders. The tasks that lay before me are great, and the results of my work can have an impact on the future not only of our country but also of those who meet us on this path. The responsibility for this moment in history is too great to allow myself to relax. But, despite the weight of my duties, I feel a great joy that I can be part of this historical event. The opportunity to work for the good of my country and participate in such important changes is not only an honor but also a huge privilege. I am sure that important events await us ahead, and our work will have a lasting impact on the future. For me, this is not just a trip. This is a chance to change our world."
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Federation.
A quiet hush reigned in the spacious meeting room of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Several officials, in strict suits, sat at a long table, intently watching a presentation on the screen, which proudly displayed the results of aerial photography.
— Here are the results of the aerial photography, please take a look, — one of the civil servants said, pointing to the screen with a familiar gesture. His voice was even but concealed a shadow of anxiety.
— As you can see, the images show simply gigantic grain-producing regions. These territories are vast, and, as reported by our embassy in Qua-Toyne, their land is exceptionally fertile. We were even told that they do not monitor the crops—the climate and natural conditions are so favorable that the harvest comes by itself. In addition, the weather conditions in the region are very stable, and pests do not touch the crops. I propose that we buy this chernozem from them for research, and also consider the possibility of using their natural fertilizers to improve the quality of our soil. We should also think about purchasing food for the needs of our country.
All those gathered exchanged glances, and each of them was fascinated by the prospects that were opening up for Russia. They carefully studied the images and read the reports of the embassy, located in the Principality of Qua-Toyne, noting with curiosity the high ratings of agricultural efficiency in this region.
After a short pause, one of the meeting participants, leaning forward, began to speak:
— Next, let's move on to the Kingdom of Quila. From the latest reports of our geologists, we learned that the largest deposits of minerals, with an unprecedented high concentration of oil, were discovered in the Quila Desert. According to the forecasts of our oilmen, the quality of the oil discovered here is many times higher than the reserves that were once found in Baku in Soviet times. In addition, we have discovered oil wells in this region. His tone was full of confidence, but his eyes showed a barely concealed anxiety.
— A new player? We know that there are no countries in Rodenius that have entered the industrial era of the 19th or 20th centuries. All this is becoming more and more wonderful and mysterious, — one of those gathered remarked with a light sarcastic smirk, but his eyes still showed bewilderment.
The hall was plunged into a tense silence, and the officials began to exchange thoughts. This was too much for one meeting—new lands, new resources, new opportunities that seemed to have fallen from the sky. And, despite all its importance, this discovery raised no less questions than it offered solutions.
— That's the situation, gentlemen, — the speaker said, finally, summarizing the meeting. His voice sounded restrained, but there was a hidden anxiety in it. They all knew that they were dealing with something more than just another trade agreement.
The meeting continued, but each of those present was already thinking not only about how to benefit from the new discoveries but also about what consequences might follow.
The next day.
The conference began in a spacious hall, where delegates from both sides sat at a long table. Maps and diagrams adorned the walls of the room, and a light aroma of coffee from Qua-Toyne hung in the air. Everything was ready for the discussions to be as productive as possible. A man in glasses, with a cold and focused expression on his face, stood before those gathered. He carefully adjusted his tie and began to speak, addressing the members of the diplomatic mission of the Principality of Qua-Toyne.
— I am Leonid Borisovich, representing the Ministry of Agriculture and the Ministry of Natural Resources and Ecology of the Russian Federation, — he said, his voice sounding confident and official. — Let's get straight to the point. We are interested in buying your soil and food.
Yago opened a folder where all the necessary documents were carefully prepared, and began to read the request with clear attention to detail.
— Wh… Why do you need thirty-five million tons of soil? — his question was unexpected, and a slight bewilderment could be felt in his voice.
The representative of the Principality of Qua-Toyne, sitting opposite, did not take his eyes off Leonid. His face remained impassive, but his eyes showed a hidden vigilance.
Leonid continued.
— We plan to conduct a series of tests, — he replied, without losing confidence. — The task is simple: to reclaim areas that are empty, where not even grass grows. At the end of the tests, if the soil confirms its fertility, we will use it to reclaim the arid wastelands in our country.
Yago, nodding, relaxed noticeably. He carefully leafed through the papers before looking at the interlocutor again.
— Understood. I believe we can organize that, — he said, without excessive haste, as if carefully weighing each word.
Next, Dmitri paused before raising the next question.
— We would also like to purchase your food. For study purposes, — he added, carefully watching the reaction of his interlocutors.
— That will not be difficult, — replied the representative of the principality, smiling slightly. His confidence did not fail him. — We will agree on that.
Leonid did not put matters off.
— And one more point, — he continued. — We would like to bring our expert geologists to explore the subsoil of your territory. If we discover minerals, we are ready to organize their extraction, and in return, we are ready to pay.
The representative of the principality frowned, pondered for a moment, and then calmly replied:
— What, for example? What guarantees?
Leonid did not delay with the answer, his gaze became firmer.
— A protectorate of your sovereignty from encroachments by other states. We will ensure the implementation of industrialization on the territory of your principality. The import of goods that are not on your shelves. The protectorate will come into force immediately after the signing of the contract. The Ministry of Defense of Russia will build a military base in your principality, so that, if necessary, we can quickly transfer troops to tense areas.
The meeting fell silent for a few seconds. Everyone present thought about the consequences of such proposals, about the benefits and possible risks. Leonid's gaze was focused, and he felt that the negotiations should end successfully. This was a strategically important event for both sides.
Soon the negotiations moved on to the discussion of additional points, and both sides continued to work on preparing the final agreement. The conversations were difficult, but it seemed that they had reached what was expected: a mutually beneficial agreement that could radically change the state of affairs for both sides.
When the last questions were resolved, and the parties reached a common opinion on all points, the conference ended on a positive note. Both delegations left the hall with a sense of satisfaction from the agreements reached.
Ten days later.
Finally, after ten days of tense negotiations, the Russian Federation and the Principality of Qua-Toyne reached a final agreement on key issues that concerned not only cooperation between the countries but also their future.
The issues were important, and the decision of each side required careful study. Every word, every point of the agreement was discussed with special attention, as these conditions could become the basis for future, possibly long-term relations.
Qua-Toyne will supply soil and food to the Russian Federation.
This was the first and perhaps the most important point. The soil of Qua-Toyne, as the reports indicated, was unique. It was not only fertile but also had the potential for serious agricultural reforms. The food resources of the principality became a real find for Russia, striving to secure itself in the face of possible global crises and instability. The deal opened up new horizons for both sides.
If minerals are found on the territory of Qua-Toyne, the Russian Federation will develop mines for their extraction.
These words sounded like a challenge and a promise. The geologists working in the region soon began to refine the deposits that could provide a significant influx of resources into the country. We were talking about possible deposits of oil and metals, which could become an important strategic asset for the Russian Federation. There was no doubt that many unexplored riches were hidden in these territories.
The Russian Federation will carry out industrialization in key regions of the Principality of Qua-Toyne: Port-Maihark, Qua-Toyne, and Maihark.
The process of industrialization was no less significant. These three regions became a symbol of change. They were to become the basis for the future development of Qua-Toyne, and Russia's steps in this direction not only increased its influence but also served as a basis for shared prosperity. The construction of factories, the modernization of infrastructure—all this gave a chance for a serious transformation of the principality. The Russian Federation provided not only financing but also technological support, which could significantly speed up the process.
The Russian Federation undertakes to preserve the sovereignty of Qua-Toyne in the event of military action.
Assurances about the protection of sovereignty became an important point of the agreement. This moment, without a doubt, was key for both sides. For Qua-Toyne, it was a guarantee of security, and for Russia, an opportunity to influence the stability of the region. This point became an important basis for long-term relations in which both sides took on obligations that went far beyond purely economic cooperation.
Introduction of an exchange rate.
One of the practical steps was the establishment of a single exchange rate, which would optimize trade processes. This decision ensured stability for both sides in the area of finance and trade. Mutual settlements became simpler and more predictable, which opened up additional opportunities for growth.
The Russian Federation and Qua-Toyne will discuss the creation of a coalition.
The last point was the discussion of creating a coalition between the two countries. This was an ambitious and far-reaching goal. The creation of a coalition meant not only economic and military cooperation but also the possible formation of a new political bloc capable of competing in the international arena. This was not just a declaration of intent, but a real strategic goal that both sides were going to implement in the coming years.
With each point of the agreement, relations between Russia and Qua-Toyne became stronger. They turned into allies who were looking for common interests in a world where dangers were hidden around every turn. These relations were not just a deal—they became a ship on which both nations decided to sail through the stormy sea, fighting difficulties and risks. A ship that challenged the entire world around it, determining its own destiny, not afraid of the changes and complexities that everyone who embarks on such steps faces.
Russia and Qua-Toyne became one, and, despite all the possible challenges, their path was determined. Now, both nations were following it, relying on each other and ready to support each other in any trials that this world had in store for them.