In the British embassy in Russia, the British Foreign Minister, Lord Hawkesburg, glared gloomily out the window: "These Persians are all useless. The Empire gave them so much aid, yet they couldn't hold out for even two months!"
Beside him, the British ambassador to Russia, Charles Whitworth, poured him a glass of wine: "It seems Mirza thought he was still dealing with someone as incompetent as Zubov.
"I've also heard that Elkher II is on his deathbed and he might be planning to annex Georgia into Russia."
Lord Hawkesburg tossed the wine into his mouth, frustrated: "This completely disrupts my plans. I'll need to come up with bigger stakes to satisfy the greedy Russians."
He originally planned to exchange Persian interests for Russian involvement in European affairs once Russia's campaign in Transcaucasia reached a stalemate. But he didn't expect Good维奇 to fight so smoothly.
Whitworth took the empty glass and asked: "So, Poland or the Balkans? Hmm, it should be Poland."
