Sergei Yurikov was an eminent statesman and very sensible man, although his appearance wouldn’t make you think that. He had lost an eye during the Soviet war in Afghanistan, and wore an eyepatch, making him look like a warrior. But he saw the conflict as pointless and harmful to his country (which collapsed just years later). It was a formative experience for him, as it was for President Butina. He’d become a chief adviser to the Russian President in foreign policy, and when the President found it necessary to intercede in a small Muslim country on Russia’s border, Yurikov was assigned to make sure the Russians wouldn’t get in too deep. He’d first had to oversee the evacuation of Russian forces from the rebel occupied capital city, setting up a new embassy/consulate in the government-in-exile’s stronghold in the North.

They feared that NATO was using rebels to funnel arms into Russia. Although they’d taken a more hands off approach (providing arms and financial aid to the embattled President Hamran, a longtime ally), he’d been toppled, and resistance crumbled. His allies in the business community had turned coat. But today he’d received good news, in a brilliant stroke of luck, one of those turncoats, Ibrahim Yusef, had died of cancer. It had been expected that Yusef would leave his company to his nephew, but at the last minute he’d left the firm to his widowed daughter-in-law. They knew little of this woman and her intentions or competence. To make matters worse, Ibrahim Yusef’s wife had died too. Something didn’t add up. He was intrigued when he received communication from her, that she had a proposal to end the conflict and restore Hamran to power quickly. He’d had the area around her scouted out, prior to sending an armored convoy to bring her to the consulate. They didn’t want an ambush to kill Russian soldiers (the Russian public was already uneasy about the conflict with just the air force involved, Yurikov didn’t want knowledge that ground forces were involved).

When Sana Yusef arrived, one of the first things he noticed was that she was a very attractive woman. Particularly, she had tits the size of someone’s head and rich black hair. She looked to be about 30. He was always professional and wasn’t going to show her any favor because of this, but he thought it might explain why her late father-in-law had….but he would soon learn he was wrong. They spoke through a trusted translator.

“Mrs. Yusef, a pleasure” he greeted her. “Ambassador Yurikov, an honor. I believe you will be greatly interested in what I have on offer”. Yurikov nodded as he took his seat. He wanted to gauge her motivations and views (he was an expert at reading people). “I was very saddened to hear of the death of your father-in-law. He was a g dbgreat ally his country until nearly the end”. She seemed completely unphased by his words, other than a slight brightening around her cheeks. Was she mad at his dig or was she mad at her father-in-law’s betrayal? He couldn’t tell. Nonetheless, it appeared she came with some form of honest intentions and wasn’t trying to deceive. “I appreciate that, ambassador” she said coolly. “I for one am not inclined to follow his example in dealing with the rebels. My husband died fighting for the true government, and with Russian help I believe I can put an end to this war”. She paused, herself trying to gauge Yurikov. “What if I were to tell there is a biological weapon which eliminates combatants ability for combat but does no lasting damage?”. Yurikov’s brow furrowed “like a minor virus?” She grinned. There was no easy way to break this. “Ambassador, I will ask you not to act too startled when I show you what I have”. He nodded again. With that she opened her purse, and pulled out something incomprehensible. In her palm, she held two tiny people, one man of about 35, and one woman of about 20. Both appeared to be in good physical condition other than their size, and did not seem daunted by the hugeness of everything around them. For the first time in a diplomatic negotiation, Yurikov was speechless. “My father-in-law tasked me with trying to find a cure for his cancer. And I found it, but it has a side-effect”. She tried to bring the conversation back a little. “I admire what your country is doing. Ibrahim was disposed of for his treachery. And I am now able to mass produce this shrinking drug through the resources of Ibrahim’s company. But I don’t have a distribution method”. Yurikov looked confused. “Let me back up” she said. “mass usage on the population of this country is paramount. I would like to be able to handle this country on my own terms. Russia has the added benefit of eliminating a threat on it’s border”. Yurikov finally repossessed himself. “I see what you are proposing, however fantastical it seems. But at the size of your subjects here, it would seem the country would not be able to be hidden satisfactorily from satellites”. She grinned again. And swiftly removed an item from her purse, without warning she swung forward and injected the object (which he recognized to be a syringe) into the translator’s arm. The translator rapidly shrank, but he shrank smaller than the two tiny people Sana held in her hand. The translator couldn’t even be seen! She removed a heavy-duty magnifying glass from her purse and handed it to Yurikov. He saw the translator crouched in fetal position. She spoke a few words in Russian. “He’s 1/528000 the size. That way I can fit the entire country on a 2 foot by 4 foot table. Now please fetch another translator”. Yurikov was terrified of this woman and immediately complied. She’d clearly rehearsed those words. He fetched another translator, a pretty blonde girl who looked barely out of college. When Yurikov returned to the room, he realized he couldn’t have her use the chair that the old translator had used. He was on it, somewhere…. As he rushed over to move it, he saw Sana shake her head vigorously. He awkwardly looked between her and the new translator and set the chair down. “Please, have a seat” he gestured to her. The girl appeared to be a volleyball player, with an typical of them. Yurikov winced as the girl sat down and saw Sana smirking at him. Sana smirked because this was a metaphor of what was to come. The older men replaced by younger women who just happened to be very hot and very big. “Let us continue” Sana opened. “We will just need Russia’s airforce to deploy these weapons from the sky. There are magnetic properties of these weapons, which can eliminate the debris into my care. I would like to move quite quickly, as soon as Hamran’s forces begin running into NATO forces. That way we can avoid World War 3. My logistics teams will reach out to yours and we can arrange transport of the weapons”. Yurikov, clearly nervous, stumbled over his next few sentences “of course. Of course. Our planes are at your disposal and just deliver your weapons to us whenever you see fit”. With this, Sana stood up. “Ambassador, a pleasure” and she extended her hand. Yurikov extended his, and she noticed his handshake was a bit limper than when he had greeted her. As the volleyball player girl rose to leave, Yurikov couldn’t help it. His inhibitions were gone. He reached out and grabbed her ass, the one that had just crushed the other translator moments ago. He pulled her in close to him and whispered, “please tell me why all the hot women are so crazy”.