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**The Federation of Brislow**

In a rather inconspicuous plane, a copilot pokes his head in from the cockpit, his attention directed at the plane's sole passenger. "We are approaching the Nova Domov capital airport, sir." He said, hand clutching the door frame. "We will be landing in a few minutes." The aforementioned passenger, President Kjell Vollan, looked up from his laptop and gave a short nod, closing the computer and tucking it away. He turned his gaze to the scenery that was steadily becoming closer, noting that this would be the first time he had visited this nation, and for that matter, with their leader; Petra Novak. He hadn't heard much negativity about Novak, and from what he gathered she seemed to be a reasonable leader. And while their nations weren't exceptionally close, Vollan thought kindly towards them, and he felt optimistic the two nations could become allies. 

As the airport touched down and Vollan stepped foot on the tarmac, he noticed the cab driver waiting nearby. After a nod to his pilots, he approached the cab and gave a polite but formal greeting, entering the vehicle and once more looking out the window at the passing scenery.