Papa Unclepear sat on his throne, still and silent, a cone of dim light projected on him from a lamp above his head creating a chiaroscuro figure. On both his sides sat, on regular chairs, three other men, under their own cones of light. There were only two other sources of light. One illuminated a bulky wooden table in front of the trio, intricately carved with ritual veves and socialist mottos. It looked oddly empty, with just four microphones standing on it. The other light was a wide, glowing screen hanging from the ceiling on the opposite wall of the room.

The four men looked certainly peculiar in their uniform. Papa Uncleaper was draped in a black cloak and wore a top hat, his personal trademark whose everyone else in Bruuma was forbidden to wear. On his left, the first man wore a gala officer uniform of the BPDF. He was Comrade Vassilj Drake, Minister of Defense. The second man on the right wore a red tunic and a liberation cap, which identified them as a members of the Workers’ Mojo Party. Comrade Andrey Taylor, Minister of Economy. On the right, the last one wore a tuxedo and a beret, the uniform of Bruuman Bokors, sorcerers/political commissars. Bokor Ivan Smiths, Minister of Science, Magic and Health.

“Is everything ready for the conference?” Unclepear asked with a cold, deep voice. “Yes, Eternal Leader” a voice answered from the darkness of the room. “Good” he answered. Then he spoke to his two underlings, without bothering turning his head toward any of them. “The Peony has proved as a reliable and stable partner despite the international hostility we faced. It is important that we now strengthen this relation to improve fields crucial to our perpetual struggle”. The four men nodded, silently. “Operator” Unclepear added “we are ready to start the broadcast”. 

Their interlocutors appeared on the screen and greeted them. "Good evening to you, esteemed friends" Unclepear spoke. "Giving to the courtesy of your invitation, we'll gladly let you speak first".