Andris was too busy spreading caviar on his crackers to pay attention to the other Ministers talking badly about him behind his back, he had never seen himself as a truly terrible man, he had only thought of everyone as ridiculously idiotic, all of their little laws and such things pointing to freedom, when in reality, freedom was nothing but an illusion and that was exactly why Andris despised the American Secretary so much. She was the embodiment, and epitome of what freedom was, she represented it, she was the poster-child of an illusion. Andris was only attempting to help those poor souls in Germany, and through his laws and words, he was slowly gaining their trust, to show them that freedom indeed was an illusion.
When the American Secretary came up, Andris sighed internally, he would have preferred that woman not come near him at all, but that wasn't his choice really, and instead he finished spreading some caviar and turned to her, his clean features, everything polished up and down, was only more stressed when standing closer to Andris. He stared at her, his gaze condescending, and above all one that held a look of superiority, they were piercing and gleamed with some kind of bitterness.
He took a bit more caviar, eyeing the woman, before he turned and walked over to the sister that he so much despised.
Last bumped by Andris Dzenis on Mon Jul 23, 2012 5:25 pm.