Ms. Prime Minister
Danny Osipenko
© Danny Osipenko, 2022
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Ms. Prime Minister
Chapter 1
The devil dared me to climb up here,» Kate grumbled, struggling through the rubble of stone in this strange cave. Violet light flickered across the walls, and something whistled behind her. It was as if the unpleasant place was trying to mesmerize the girl and keep her from going forward. A glimmer of light flickered ahead, and this gave her some hope. At last the walls of the cave parted, and the sun dazzled her eyes. Kate involuntarily squeezed her eyes shut, and after a second she looked around.
Below lay a picturesque emerald valley. The town at the foot of the mountain was buried in greenery. «Where had everyone gone? Theyre not here, either» Kate thought as she stood under the stone archway of the cave, breathing in the scent of grass and listening to the birds sing. Climbing back into the dark hole, Kate decided to wait for her tour group at the exit. In her opinion, all paths led here.
In the meantime, thirst began to overcome her. The traveler looked attentively at the foot of the mountain. Some red car was crossing the highway, and she ducked into the green at one end and popped out the other a minute later.
Gotta go have a drink in the settlement and back» Kate said to herself, talking to herself out loud, as usual. She carefully assessed the state of her clothes, and suddenly exclaimed:
Shit! The jeans are ripped damn the fucking rocks in this fucking cave!
And the white T-shirt, soaked with dust, had turned gray.
But what to do: she was thirsty So Kate moved down the slope, avoiding the huge boulders. Fifteen minutes later she reached the highway. The smell of sun-heated asphalt intoxicated her. «Civilization at last!» Kate said aloud. She headed toward the township. Birds were chirping overhead, grasshoppers were chirping in the grass, and the warm air seemed to be filled with the scents of all the herbs in the world.
Entering the town, Kate found herself in the shade of sprawling chestnut trees. Behind their trunks she could see pretty cottages. Kate turned her head, looking at the unfamiliar settlement with interest. A two-story log house, with peeling paint, caught her attention. A light breeze swayed the open door with a creak. This house seemed more democratic to Kate than the rich cottages with manicured lawns. Like any self-respecting girl, Kate was complexed about her untidy appearance, and she was just embarrassed to go to an elite house and fetch water in such a shabby state. She thought, «This is where Ill ask for a drink.
Kate climbed the creaking stairs to the second floor and found herself in a large room filled with cabinets of papers. In the center stood a heavy oak table with telephones. On the whole, it would have looked like a mid-twentieth century office if it hadnt been for the computer nestled in the corner of the desk and the TV set next to the wall.
Kate did not immediately notice a man squatting in front of one of the cupboards. Noticing his guest, the stranger stood up, holding a folder of papers in his hands, took off his glasses and looked at Kate with interest. Appreciating his gray disheveled, long curly hair, the girl for some reason thought, «Well, just like Beethoven!» Always confident, stylish brunette with brown eyes, under this look did not feel very comfortable. Pulling her head into her shoulders, Kate looked at the stranger from under her thick, long bangs, he finally broke the silence:
Young lady, are you here to see me?
His voice was quite pleasant. Kate indefinitely shrugged her shoulders.
You must be a foreigner, the man continued, I noticed that you do not look like ours.
The strangers friendly tone reassured Kate, she said confusedly:
Yes, I guess
Well, fine, have a seat, the man pointed to a chair, you must be on business?
Sorry, I was just passing by
Its all right, Im glad to have guests, the master of the house straightened up and solemnly proclaimed, at your service the President of Viplandia.
«Good thing its not Napoleon,» Kate thought, she decided not to argue with the stranger and run away quickly, but she was terribly thirsty.
The phone rang on the table, and the President picked it up:
Im listening right now hanging up, the President turned to Kate, I have to leave you for a while, here, watch TV.
Kate looked at the owner of the cabinet, poured water from the decanter into the glass and greedily drank it, and only then looked at the screen. There was a news program on. After a minute Kate caught herself thinking that she hadnt heard the name of any familiar country, hadnt seen any well-known political figure. Finally, the announcement of the president of Wypland was announced, and her recent interlocutor appeared on the screen, surrounded by many microphones. He said something about the strengthening of the fight against smuggling, but Kate wasnt listening to him anymore, she was dumbfounded by the information that had fallen on her. Her bewildered gaze stumbled upon the map of the world hanging on the wall. The outlines of the continents, completely unfamiliar, shocked her. On cotton legs Kate approached the map Russia was not there. Not only that, in its place was the ocean blue.
Kate hobbled back and plunged into the presidents chair:
It cant be, she murmured, and fragments of thoughts lingered in her head, finally forming into the final conclusion, this is not a dream the cave yes, the cave its another world in the cave is a portal back to the cave, run!.. though, why?.. its interesting, and the cave is not going anywhere no-no, Ill stay here for now
Her thoughts were interrupted by the President, who burst into the room like a whirlwind. He was humming something to himself, and apparently in the best of moods.
Ive got them through! the President exclaimed, «I got my bill through the Parliament!
The President laughed wildly, ruffled his gray hair, ran to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of champagne, uncorked it with a bang and poured the contents into two tall crystal flutes.
Kate shrugged and took one of them.
To democracy! exclaimed the President.
Heres to it! Kate supported him.
They drank together. The President sank heavily into the chair in front of his guest and said tiredly:
Can you imagine, I survived the fight with the parliament!
Congratulations,» Kate answered in tone with him.
You know, we havent even met yet,» remarked the President.
My name is Kate.
And me The president hesitated, Ive been reelected so many times but who cares just call me the president.
Okay, Ill call you President,» she agreed.
Well, where are you from?
Im from Russia, Kate answered and immediately regretted it, as the interlocutor strained his forehead, apparently remembering where that country was. Finally, sighing, he uttered:
Sorry, I cant remember, it must be a very small country, like ours
Yes, its only a hundred and fifty million people.
The president laughed, taking it as a joke, then he looked closely at Kate and said:
Everyone who comes to us is welcome, and are you a tourist?