Scene 1
The 21st of October was always a hectic day. It was the day that the Premier toured the building and Albrecht Hearst was determined to make a good impression.
The 37 year old Albrecht Hearst was the vice-chairman of the public affairs committee in Vienna. The committee was in charge of all news and propaganda in the Austrian area. There were twelve committee members, not including Albrecht and his boss, Amund Wundt.
Albrecht’s secretary, Anna Pheltzen, was explaining to him the day's schedule.
"At 11:45, the Premier arrives and then he will tour the building and will sit in on the mid-afternoon meeting. At 1:30, all of the committee members will go to one of the party member's villas for a party."
"What's this party for?" His boss was continually being invited to parties. Albrecht's boss, however, always made and excuse why he couldn't come and Albrecht was sent in his place.
“The 82nd anniversary of Communist Vienna,” She said in tired exasperation.
“Oh, yes,” he sighed sarcastically, “The communist ideal. Do you ever wonder what it’d be like if Austria hadn’t been taken by Stalin?”
“I live in the now, sir,” she said with a smile, straightening his tie.
He could ask here these kinds of questions as they’d had a relationship several years ago. They were still friends and never told anyone about conversations such as these. It would be... unwise in this day and age.
“It’s 9:45. The Premier will be arriving soon. You have a meeting before that. It’s in five minutes, so you’d better run. You have a meeting before that. It is in ten minutes. You'd better hurry."
Albrecht grunted in affirmation and patted her shoulder. With that, he walked out of his office.
The committee room was at the other side of the building. It took Albrecht eight minutes to get there; he'd stopped at the cafeteria to get a coffee
He entered the noisy room, walked up the length of the table and sat down in the seat reserved for him. It was beside his boss's empty char.
"Quiet down, every one," he said above the noise of competing conversations.
Everyone settled down at once.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Wundt is unable to attend, so I will be chairing. What is our first order of business?"
A short fat man, three down from Albrecht, stood and said, "The Premier's recent campaign into Bosnia has stalled and I feel that, as there are 2,000 Austrian soldiers there, the information must be kept secret from the public."
Several members nodded.
"Alright, get to work on that," Albrecht said.
Another man stood, "There was a riot in Furstenfeld, yesterday. The news people await our approval on this matter."
Albrecht nodded slowly, "OK. All in favor of holding the story, say aye. All opposed, say nay."
There were five nays and six ayes.
The meeting ground slowly along and Albrecht sighed with relief when it finally ended.
It was 11:30. Albrecht walked quickly to the front doors to await the Premier's arrival. He arrived twelve minutes later.
Khrushchev was a small, pudgy man in a suit and tie, a pink carnation sticking out of his left, breast pocket. He was chewing on a large cigar and had a bulldoggish appearance about him.
He got out of the limousine and stomped up the stairs, two bodyguards on either side.
He stopped in front of Albrecht and extended his hand.
Albrecht bowed low, and took the proffered hand.
"Comrade Premier, sir, it is a great honor you bestow upon us," Albrecht said in his best, most polished Russian.
"HAH! Posh. I am simply checking up on my government officials." Khrushchev’s voice was loud, booming over the light chatter in the lobby.
Khrushchev put his arm around Albrecht's shoulder and led him through the lobby. Some people saluted, others bowed, but most just stared at him.
The tour of the building was long and uneventful. When they reached the boiler room, Kruschev patted one of the large boilers, "Good Soviet construction, eh?"
"Uh... yes sir." the boiler had been manufactured in Italy. Albrecht wasn't going to correct him.
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They finished the tour and went to the committee room, where the mid-afternoon meeting was about to start.
Kruschev sat down in Amund's chair and leaned back, his cigar hanging out of his mouth.
"This meeting is now called to order. Before we begin, I'd like to warmly welcome our glorious Premier, Comrade Kruschev."
All of the committee members clapped and bowed politely. Khrushchev’s face lit up like a candle, and he made a big impressive show of embarrassed gratitude. Albrecht could tell that he was enjoying every minute of it.
"Alright," Albrecht said, once everyone had sat back down, "What is our first order of business?"
"Well, sir, I've got word back about the Bosnia story. All of the major news stations have agreed to hold the story."
"Very good."
A man fourth on Albrecht's right, stood, "The Americans have invaded Belgium. Our forces have had to pull back."
"Hold it. Tell them that we are moving towards Britain at a steady pace."
Another committee member stood as an aide shoved the doors open and ran to Khrushchev’s side, whispering in his ear.
Kruschev listened for a moment, and then bounded to his feet, "We've taken Bern!"
The entire room erupted in cheers and rigorous clapping.
The Red army had besieged the city of Bern, two years ago and had lost a great deal in men and equipment. The Bern campaign had been the most costly one so far in the war, but now that it was over, the Red Army could plough into Italy.
Some one had produced a bottle of liquor and everyone shared a toast.
Very little was accomplished thereafter. The meeting finally ended and everyone left, going back to their offices, or going back to their houses to get ready for the party.
Albrecht left the committee room and went back to his office, stopping beside Anna's desk.
"I'm going home to get ready for the party. I'll see you tomorrow."
Anna looked up at him, "OK. I'll call you if something comes up. Have a good time tonight."
"I will," Albrecht kissed her on the cheek and got his jacket from his office.
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