"What is Prime Minister Bruzhko doing here?" One of the other prime ministers whispered with the friend beside him. His eyes looked a bit crossed especially when he tried to glance at Bruzhko and at the same time wanted not to be seen doing that.
"I don't know either," replied the prime minister who was beside him. His nose was too bent, so it looked like it had been broken. "He should have been prevented from coming to this banquet."
"You're right," the prime minister nodded with crossed eyes. "Everything's going to be messed up."
Meanwhile, Bruzhko tried to toast Prince Aerus. It seemed that he completely ignored the hateful eyes of the people around him, as well as the uncomfortable atmosphere that suddenly crept in.
Bruzhko was still joking like he was the ruler of the place.
