It was a choice born of necessity, not convenience. Maksim was fully aware of the risks involved when he decided to reach out to the Suvorin family. The Suvorins were a rival faction, but their interests aligned with the Xekhai Party against the Orelovs.
A meeting was arranged at a neutral location - an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Crestwell. Maksim, Lev, and two other trusted lieutenants made their way to the meeting under the cover of darkness.
Ivan Suvorin, the patriarch of the Suvorin family, greeted them with a terse nod. The room was tense as negotiations began. The talks were challenging, marked by lengthy discussions, bartered compromises, and veiled threats. But by the end of the night, an uneasy alliance was formed.
Back at the Xekhai mansion, Natalia awaited Maksim's return. Her worry for his safety had slowly morphed into a silent resentment over the past few months. Maksim's complete absorption in his political ambitions had left little room for their relationship. It felt as if he was drifting away, their moments of intimacy fewer and further between.
"Maksim," Natalia spoke up when he finally returned, "We need to talk."
Maksim looked at her, exhaustion evident on his face. "Can it wait till morning, Natalia?"
"No," she replied firmly. "It can't."
The conversation that followed was difficult and painful. Natalia voiced her concerns, her feelings of being neglected, while Maksim tried to explain the demands of his position, his duty towards their people.
"We knew this path wouldn't be easy, Natalia," Maksim said, his voice soft. "But it's not forever. Once the elections are over..."
"And what after that, Maksim?" Natalia interrupted. "Once you're in power, won't your responsibilities only increase? Will there be any room for us then?"
Maksim didn't have an answer. He knew she was right. But he also knew he couldn't abandon his people, not when they needed him the most.
As days turned into weeks, the alliance with the Suvorin family started showing results. The Xekhai Party's influence expanded, reaching districts previously under the Orelovs' control. Preliminary polls predicted a clear majority for the Xekhai Party in the upcoming elections, with estimates showing around sixty percent of the votes leaning towards them.
But this alliance came with a price. Maksim had to constantly watch his back, the mistrust between the two families simmering under the surface of their partnership. Each interaction, each agreement was fraught with tension, a volatile mix that could explode any moment.
And then, a damning piece of information reached Maksim. An informant within the Suvorin family leaked a conversation that pointed towards a possible betrayal. The Suvorins were planning to backstab the Xekhais and form an alliance with the Orelovs.
As Maksim sat in his study, the gravity of the situation sinking in, a knock sounded on the door. It was Lev, his face grave as he handed over a letter to Maksim. It was a message from the Orelovs, proposing a meeting.
Maksim's mind raced as he considered his options. Was this a trap, or a genuine attempt at negotiation? Was the leaked information a ruse to manipulate him into making a wrong move? He realized that his next decision could make or break his political career, and the future of Coslevia.