Hans sat in the chair, which his father had granted him permission to use. In one hand was a glass of tea, and in the other was a cookie. He appeared to rather enjoy the conversation which he was having with the old man at this moment. Though he still had a hard time believing his eyes.
After all, both his father and mother appeared twenty years younger than they should be, something which was definitely abnormal in this world. But despite his astonishment, Hans maintained his professionalism as he spoke about the ongoing situation with the Rus States.
"Currently, the Rus Kingdoms are engaged in a series of bloody civil wars. We have provided weapons and munitions to both factions. Basically, anyone who wants to get their hands on a submachine gun can do so. And this had increased the casualty rate among Rus men. Who seems more than happy to kill each other?"
