Marvin stood up with a wine glass in hand. He didn't drink, but neither would he make himself look like a misfit before so many people by doing anything special.
"What you all desire is nothing more than a sense of security."
He moved his chair back slightly and left his seat, wine glass in hand, and began to walk in the dimly-lit dining room, "The concept isn't wrong, but have you ever considered that security is something you must fight for?"
"We aim to establish a nation completely different from the past, which is what you call political reform, renovating the Romanov Kingdom from top to bottom and shedding its decrepitude."
"Yet, when all is said and done, how can there be a kingdom, a nation, without administrators? This is also what you want, a position, a critically important position!"
Speaking at a measured pace and articulating clearly, everyone heard Marvin's voice as he walked to the other side of the dining table, coming up behind the eldest son of Count Jorus.
