WFPP
Rurik sat in the dimly lit storage room of the shop front, surrounded by his trusted lieutenants. Many had grown bolder the past few weeks as more and more of the provincial government greed to not report to the Rostov authorities, but as leader of the WFPP, Knavkov could never be too careful. Though they had done much in the past, he knew there was still much more to accomplish. It was late. Well past midnight now, but time was of the essence. Even now he was receiving reports of other interest groups trying to take advantage of the political vacuum that his party members had worked so hard to achieve.
He took a long drag on his cigarette as he listened to his advisers update him on the ROR. Though their goals were not dissimilar, there would be no way he would just allow some wealthy business owner to swoop in and establish control after working so hard to remove the Rostovians presence.
"The people of Kramsk will decide who to follow it seems. We must work quickly, brothers. Work with the officials and show them why we are the best suited to help the people of Witkovia." Standing up, Knavikov ashed the remainder of his cigarette in the tray in the middle of the map-covered oak table. Elsewhere on the table a message from the Rostovian command offering a ceasefire to any Witkovians who were able to liberate Recz and kill the leader of the Phantom Brigade. The offer was paltry compared to the task, but it did show that the Rostovian military was taking the threat of this uprising seriously. "It seems the tide is turning, brothers. They think they can turn us against each other, but we will be the waves that bring about change in the motherland!"
Knavikov will persuade in [11] Kramsk