Research Center deactivated, no funds for research whatsoever.
A full Industrial Complex construction starts in the town of Pernik.
Petroleum fields near Shabla are being fully developed.
Ministers are instructed to increase the treasury by any means necessary.Diplomacy:
Alliances are secured with major Western Europe countries, as long as Poland and Ukraine, as their disposition towards Bulgaria is high.
The major player on our side will be England, which possesses the necessary civilian and military technologies to make us competitive enough.
No treaties are signed with any Balkan countries, as they will be our enemies and fear must strike their hearts, seeing Bulgaria constantly expanding. And fear leads to anger and miscalculated war declarations.Council of Ministers Emergency Meeting
'Mr. Prime-Minister, we have a problem', the defense minister said and the meeting was officially opened.
'How big of a problem?'
'Like a western-neighboring, war-mongering, always nervous and aggressive Serbia big problem, sir.'
The Prime-minister kept silent for a minute or two.
'And what do you suggest we do, my friend?'
'This is your decision, sir, but I say you don't have much time to make it.'
This time the prime-minister's silence was longer.
'How long do we have until they make their move?'
The defense-minister was obviously wishing he'd be some place else.
'According to our intelligence analysts we could expect an act of aggression within the next two to six months... sir.'
This time the silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The major opposing party's leader was first to lose his composure.
'I will not stand here, talking about war with you, buch of thugs! You obviously want to plung this country into chaos. I'm leaving, so you can discuss how to kill half of our population in a war we are not prepared for!'
After that he theatrically exited the hall.
'What a piece of...', started the other opposing party's leader, but the prime-minister interrupted him.
'Leave him be, he'll eventually come around.'
And the he faced everyone.
'Are we all here in agreement, we should do something about this matter?'
'Like what, Mr. Prime-Minister? Go to UN and cry about it? Ask for money? Who will we ask? Since you were elected, you were the one, who sent half of 1st and 2nd Armies into reserves, closed bases, cut the military budget by 50%, so you can build roads and exploit the tiny petrolium reserves we have at Shabla?'
The opposing party's leader was obviously flooded with adrenaline.
'What do we have, Valentin?', asked the prime-minister.
'Despite the budget cuttings and the overall decreased military efficiency, we have sufficient numbers and personnel to repel any attack by Serbia, sir.'
"It's time for the bomb. My God help me."
The prime-minister leaned forward and pierced the defense minister with his eyes.
'And do we have enough for more?'
Yes, this time the bomb exploaded for real.
'What, in the world's hell, do you think you are doing, you fool?!?', the opposing party's leader was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
The prime-minister slowly stood up.
'I'm trying to save this nation. Do you mind?'
His massive presence was truly intimidating.
His opponent became quite small in his chair.
The head of state turned to the foreign minister:
The young chief of foreign affairs was pale enough, but she did everything in her powers to sound confident.
'Serbia is in bad shape, sir. They didn't take the last 10 years well. everyone hate them, they lack international partners and support...'
'So do we', the opposing party leader interrupted.
'Shut up, for Christ's sake!', the prime-minister raised his voice and then turned to the head of defense, 'Valentin, where will they hit?'
'Our capital, most likely.'
'All right, here is what we're going to do. Valentin, I want you to entrench the Sofia garrisons and order 1st and 2nd armies to Plovdiv and Stara Zagora...'
'But the serbs will likely attack with their entire army and...'
'Yes, they will attack, where we want them to attack. The capital's garrisons will have to soak some punishment and hold the defense, until all the mechanized and armor divisions roll from Plovdiv and Stara Zagora. Then we will hit them with everything we've got and, hopefully, we will issue a counter-offensive.'
Th prime-minister made a pause.
'A counter-offensive all the way to Beograd.'
'That's absurd.', the opposing party leader said.
'No, it's not. And that's where you come in, Nina.' The prime-minister turned towards his female subordinate., 'I want friends. I don't care how will you do it, but I want international sympathy. I want everyone to see how will we suffer. And I want it yesterday. Put some lipstick, get some high heels on and charm these bastards. I don't want somebody to become trigger-happy and blow the whole thing off. Ok?'
The foreign minister blinked.
'I'll do my best, sir.'
'All right, ladies and gentlemen, you have your orders. Let's see if we can pull this off.'
Everyone started going out. Everyone, but the opposing party leader, who came close to the prime-minister and said.
'I seriously hope you know what are you doing. Because, if you don't, I'll have your head on a silver platter.
"Was that a respect in his voice?"