This meeting room is not particularly spacious, but every detail exudes the Empire's heritage and authority.
The dark mahogany table gleams, massive oil paintings depicting historical battles hang on the walls, and thick velvet curtains drape down, isolating the room from outside disturbances.
The air is filled with a peculiar scent of disinfectant mixed with cigar smoke, faint but distinct.
The table is long, oval, and white.
At the end of the long table sit three figures capable of influencing the Kremlin's decisions.
Among them, one I've met before, was the Petrovich I encountered at the manor; here, his position on the left indicates he's not leading.
Next to him is a middle-aged man with meticulously combed hair and gold-rimmed glasses—Advisor Ivanov, known for his sharpness and pragmatism, according to the materials Song Heping had seen.
On the right, a military man with stars adorning his epaulets, the top figure from the Ministry of Defense, Zhaoyi Valley.
