Natsya knew she wasn't welcomed but also knew that right now was not the time to make a scene and be disrespectful. She took a seat and saw another man. With a peculiar face, he seemed extremely nervous and agitated. He would rub his hands constantly while look away. And now it came to her. "The" Ambassador. The survivor of the great embassy fire. The savior of the disappeared of Moscow was here. It did not make sense to her now. Tsarina was a logical entry in her life. But now Iran and Germany ? She would sit as the cosy atmosphere of the embassy soaked in.
Schweiss would stay up in a corner of the room staring at her then away. Wondering how on earth this was happening.