Budget Hearing

Six days later, at the capital of the Ruthenian Empire.

Alexander is in the "Bukavac", being driven along on the asphalt road. He peered through the window and watched as cars drove past. They were a mix of vintage cars of the 1930s and 70s and the modern type from the early 90s. Their peachy designs look so nostalgic to the point he almost felt like he never transmigrated. 

Still, travelers and tourists still could not stop watching the anachronistic mix of cars moving around them. 

His beast of transport makes even the locals rubberneck when they pass by him, ignoring the black escort vehicle behind it. 

"Sir, we're arriving at the Imperial Council Building," Rolan informed, him being the driver for today.

"Okay," Alexander replied, taking one last glance out the window, and there he saw the neoclassical building coming into view.