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A day in the life of Oskar Miltajn, the Leubantian Minister of Foreign Affairs. This day is 18 January 2010.

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Miltajn once again read the message he had gotten from Eric Sloan last night, who was Miltajn's New Cambrian counterpart. Sloan had sent a letter to Miltajn saying that diplomatic relations between Leubantia and New Cambria had been frozen for 60 days, and that the embassy staff had been relocated to New Cambria's embassy in Warsaw. Miltajn blinked at the wall and smashed the letter down on his desk.

"Humph," muttered Miltajn as self-pity began kicking in. "And just because I was too enthusiastic about setting up an embassy in New Cambria. Maybe I should tell the President." In fact, thought Miltajn, I should see him now. I just need to have breakfast.

Miltajn walked into his kitchen, which was just beside the office. He got out some milk and a spoon, and took a bowl with a box of Coco Pops. He poured the milk into the bowl, and poured the Coco Pops into the bowl. He put the milk and the cereal box back in their places (the fridge and the cupboard, respectively), and put the Cereal bowl and his spoon on the table. He ate the Coco Pops, and after he had finished, he put the spoon back and the bowl back as well.

Miltajn got a Banana out of his fridge, and swallowed it down. He then walked into the hall, and down the stairs. He then opened the door, and got into his Audi A8. Many government officials had luxury cars. President Wiladsen, for example, had a BMW 7 Series. He started the car, and drove off down a short alley. He then indicated, and drove down the road. He then indicated again, and he parked outside St. Fila's Palace, the President's residence. He could see that not only was the President there, but so was the Prime Minister and the Deputy Prime Minister, since their cars were parked there. He stopped his car, and got out of it. He walked to the President's door.

Ding dong.

"Hello, who is it?" called the President.

"It's Oskar," said Miltajn. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Is it anything important?" demanded Wiladsen.

"Yes, Indeed it is," nodded Miltajn. "Very important."

"Then come on in," welcomed Wiladsen.