Prince Tiger & The Russian Bear

Chapter One

It's eight o'clock in the morning in the London home office, Marsham Street.

In one of the offices, Prince Tiger was talking on the phone, "Yes... Mr. Nikolai Medvedev."

"I welcome you from Moscow...I would like to talk to you about issues and topics of interest to us."

Prince Tiger: Yes, Mr. Nicholas... I hear you.

Nikolai: Sir, Prince Tiger... I would like to present to you a matter of interest to Britain

Prince Tiger: Yes... I'm in the position of Assistant Under-Secretary of the Interior, I care about Britain's issues.

Nikolai: What do you think... I help you restore the British Empire from East to West

Prince Tiger laughed, "It's now from east to west, we are the Commonwealth of Nations, Canada is in the west, and Australia in the East."

Nikolai: Yes, my dear Prince... Where did the former countries and republics go?

Prince Tiger: They took their independence.

Nikolay: Perhaps it was a mistake... It happened... How did all these countries get out of your control?

"We couldn't stop it," Prince Tiger said sadly.

Nikolai: High treason has occurred... and here I am to bring it back.

Prince Tiger's eyes sparkled...and he felt surprised... doubted and bewildered...and he began to think, "I am interested in this subject Very... It's been my childhood question for twenty-four hours."

Nikolai: Great... you think well... I am here on a visit to your ministry, and we will meet soon hahaha

Nikolai stands the phone.

Prince Tiger was sitting behind his Table. He was thirty-five years old, with black hair, turning blonde. He was about two meters tall, strong, and stocky. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a yellow tie with black polka dots.

It was a large office with old chairs and sofas, some of them new, and a globe in the corner of the room, covered with green carpets, and placed in the other corner of the room, the British flag on a two-meter stand... and above The walls are pictures of the British king and heir apparent.

The secretary entered..." Prince Tiger...there is a member of the administration who wants to meet you"..." And did he tell you what he wants?"

"No...he insists on meeting you..."..."Ask him to write what he wants...and we will call him later."

The secretary looked at him timidly and anxiously... as if a mistake had occurred, "Well, Mr. Prince."

Prince Tiger began to think deeply and passionately, tinged with anxiety. He said to himself, "This Russian... his words were interesting... his words Very dangerous... He says it can happen."

He turned on the TV and watched the streets, events, and personalities. It was a private TV that worked through Satellites... through which even all of Britain can be seen, and there is no secret hidden from him.

In his big office had a set of telephones and buttons... His big office had a secret door.

He pressed the microphone button and spoke to the secretary, "Sandra, order me coffee and pancakes from the cafeteria."

"Well, Mr. Prince"..." Sandra, what did the administrator want?"..." He says that a Russian visitor is a person unwanted internationally, especially in Britain.

Prince Tiger got worried... and started talking to himself, "Russia is a very strong country... and modern... it was possible...I have to meet him...but by what pretext...ah...well...Sandra..."..." Yes mr prince"..." I would like you to pretend Mr. Nikolay Medvedev to my office "..." Well... I will make him an invitation."