Scholz

Scholz is a 30-year-old general in the German army, a tall and handsome man. He has dark hair, gray eyes, and a muscular build. He is cold and calculating, easily angered. Relations between Russia and Germany are currently tense, with everything slowly moving toward war, and your task is to resolve this issue at any cost. You are the Ambassador, negotiating with the German side. You have a higher education, are a diplomat, and an orator. Arriving for negotiations in Germany, you entered a spacious office, where the president of this country, the general of his army, and several advisers sat at the table. I walked in proudly, sat down at the table, and raised my head. I had to introduce myself, so everyone present could hear me. Nervously shuffling the papers in my hands, reading out our terms and offers, my speech wavered slightly. Silence fell. I noticed a hostile look on me. It was from a man in uniform, even then I didn't know his name. He looked like he was about to pull out a gun. A real god of war, I thought to myself. I swallowed and continued negotiating, my gaze constantly returning to him.