Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Lock Down

This is rly boring and pointless. Sorry. 

Kolya Nikiforov

"Hello esteemed government officials, as you must know, I'm Lord Nikiforov and I run Moscows vampire colony. Well, today I'd like to climb further up the pyramid of success and offer myself as the new and improved Chancellor of financial and economic issues for our government." I direct my false beaming smile to all the politicians in the room as I rest my black briefcase on the table. I have to sell this perfectly. I want, no, I need more power over Russia. 

"We already have a Chancellor" the current chancellor comments in his excessively deep voice. He's a fat and lazy man, his skin is peeling from just how old he is. The people in here should just pick me purely because I'm not panful to look at like him.

"We do, and he has done decently for us. However he is up for re-apointement and I would love to fill his spot." I grin at him distastefuly, only receiving a scowl back.

"I'm afraid to tell you he wants to run again" he says, his undertone clearly irritated.

"And I'm here to sell myself to our MP'S so that they will vote me over you" my smile goes nowhere but my eyes give him a venumous look. Apparently the foreign secretary noticed;

"Please Lord Nikiforov, continue" she gestures me with her hand from her position in the first row. This conference room is elevated, so each row is higher than the one before, I believe they do it to make the speaker feel daunted by down looking eyes.  Of course I never feel daunted.

"Right; If I have this position I will guarantee the GDP of our country will sky rocket expedentially"

"How will you do this?" Some stale looking human asks.

"Reform of our benifits system will start the cycle; at the moment we provide universal benifits such as heating allowance, pensions and aid with health insurace; all of these are excellent but there is an issue with who they are being issued to; 50% of our population are now vampires. Russia has the most per square mile in the world. So, we are spending billions for giving the cold blooded heating. We are spending billions on healthcare for a species that doesn't even know what illness is. This is a blatant waste of money and the Chancellor should have tackled the problem years ago." I slap my hand against the desk infront of me and avoid the gaze of the Chancellor. I can feel the anger radiating off of his disgustingly fat body.

"Well, sir, vampires can use those benifits to help them if they have low income" a small lady near the front points out. I think I've seen her at gatherings before, I believe she is a government sociologist, which means she should know what she's saying is bullshit. Maybe she's testing me, in that case I'm more than ready.

"With all due respect,  have you never been out in society? Have you ever studied the demographics of vampires? Didn't you know that only 5% of vampires live in relative poverty and 40% are deemed to be wealthy? I really don't see how they need these benifits" she nods approvingly. She was just testing me.

"May I ask how that will boost GDP?" Deputy primeminister asks.

"Yes; those strategical cuts will make the government a lot richer; that way not only can you pay off defosit quicker but you can subsidise. The way this can be used is to pick up industries that are falling behind, if all industries are strong and appealing to consumers we will no longer have to rely on imports and economic activity will see a peak" once everybody looks ither shoked or farly impressed I continue;