Thailand to Russia | Trade Talk

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To: <Ministry of Industry and Trade of the Russian Federation; CC: Minister of Industry and Trade of the Russian Federation> Jay From: <Sarabun@mfa.mail.go.th> Subject: Trade Talk Between Thailand and Russia Security Type: NSST 1.0 Architecture

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To the Ministry of Industry and Trade of Russia,

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Thailand extends its warm greetings to the To the Ministry of Industry and Trade of the Russian Federation. We are writing to express Thailand's keen interest in leading new trade initiatives with Russia. To this end, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Thailand, alongside the Director-General of European Affairs, formally extends an invitation to the Russian Minister of Industry and Trade to visit Bangkok at their earliest convenience. We believe that our nations, both steadfast in our democratic principles albeit with unique approaches, share a common commitment to equality, justice, and peaceful coexistence.

The trade negotiation between Thailand and Russia, if accepted, will be hosted at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Thailand. Our country is prepared to provide logistical support, accommodation, and necessary services for the Russian delegation. Thailand looks forward to discussing the export of both agricultural and industrial goods to Russia in detail during the negotiations. Specific technical definitions will be deliberated in person. The Russian delegation can anticipate the introduction of precision farming technology, specialized additive manufacturing components, advanced robotic systems, and nanomaterial products during the negotiations.

Sincerely,

Panthipha Iamsuttha Ekarohit
Director-General of the Department of European Affairs
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Republic of Thailand

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[Recipient]: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Thailand < Bossza007 > [Sender]: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Russian Federation < SmirnovaaFE@MOFA.de.gov > [Subject]: RE: Trade Relations

Dear Mr. Ekarohit, Thank you for reaching out to our office to discuss trade relations. Enhancing trade cooperation is a key area of interest for this government. Deputy Prime Minister Abramchenko has prepared herself to visit Bangkok to hold preliminary trade talks where we hope will provide the platform to burgeon into more fruitful discussions which we hope will culminate in a trade agreement. Minister Abramchenko and a trade delegation will arrive in Bangkok along with security personnel from the our federal security services. We hope to raise issues on intellectual property, energy, industrial goods, financial services, and aerospace products. Please make the necessary arrangements accordingly. Kind regards, Fenya Smirnova Director for South & Southeast Asia Russian Federation

 

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To: <Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Federation> Jay From: <Sarabun@mfa.mail.go.th> Subject: RE: RE: Trade Talk Between Thailand and Russia Security Type: NSST 1.0 Architecture

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To the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Russia,

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Thailand acknowledges receipt of the correspondence from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Russian Federation. We express our sincere appreciation for your nation's readiness to engage in preliminary discussions concerning our trade relations.

We have taken all necessary steps to ensure the comfort and well-being of the Russian delegation. It is our pleasure to inform you that the Republic of Thailand's Air Force Don Muang Air Base has been reserved to accommodate your delegation during your visit.
Sincerely,

Panthipha Iamsuttha Ekarohit
Director-General of the Department of European Affairs
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Republic of Thailand

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Deputy Prime Minister Abramchenko would be requested by President Nemtsov to lead the Federation's delegation to Thailand. She would get ready to depart for this significant trip as the Federation began its comprehensive dialogue session with Thailand. She packed her bag in her room as her daughter would pass different sets of clothes for her to place in her bag. The two chatted while they packed together. Abramchenko knowing a little too much now of the unhealthy trends on social media that consumed her children...at least she thought so.

The rain gently tapped against the window of her room as her husband sat covered with the blanket on their bed. As she finished packing her husband would take her bag downstairs as she would tuck into bed and try to sleep before her early morning flight. After coming back up, her husband would sit back down and read a few more chapters of his book. He turned off the lights as he placed his book on the nightstand next to them.

As morning dawned in Russia she would get up with her husband and their three kids as they prepared them for school. As they got ready and joined each other at the breakfast table the rain continued to tap in inconsistent intervals against their house. Finishing their meal they would get the Kids out of the house to their driver to take them to school. Their mother kissed them goodbye as she explained she was traveling again.

After they had left, Viktoria would be taken by her husband to the airport where the ministry had arranged an aircraft for her and her delegation. There she would board the plane as she and her team settled into the Dassault Falcon 7X. The rain trickled across the aircraft as they took their seats. Taking off the aircraft would head towards Thailand.

En route to Thailand, Minister Abramchenko would discuss with her staff the current proposals on hand and the overall objective of the talks with the Thai. One of the key topics of discussion revolved around the potential trade output resulting from the proposed trade agreement with Thailand. The Minister emphasized the importance of exploring avenues for enhanced economic cooperation and bilateral trade.

Their draft agreement aimed to strengthen ties between the two nations and unlock opportunities for mutually beneficial growth in various sectors. Still, the Russians would be eager to emphasize the need for intellectual property protection over their experience with the Thais.

The proposals included a bilateral trade agreement, easing of the investment environment, currency swapping deals, loans and direct financing, and petrochemical cooperation. Moreover, the Russians, based on their experiences, would call for a new arbitration council to be created.

The conversation on the plane shifted to the pressing matters at hand. The Minister and her staff acknowledged the dynamic and evolving geopolitical landscape, particularly the developing threats to Russia's national security. Particularly the Canadians acquiring Russian technology and how the wider war in the Americas posed a potential risk that such threats posed to critical maritime infrastructure, a vital component of Russia's economic prosperity.

Additionally, the Thai Base in Turkey was of concern for Russian officials eager to understand its role and current capabilities. Consequently, finding the necessary capabilities and fact-finding on potential security cooperation in Thailand was considered.

Minister Abramchenko expressed her own disagreements with Russia's stance on the war, but, still, she came to terms with the reality of the geopolitical scene. It did not help her that she was herself increasingly skeptical of the Thai and their role in global affairs. She put down her classified report on Thai subversion, containing diplomatic cables with Polish and other European officials criticizing Thailand, SVR intelligence on Thai operations in Myanmar, and other operations. Drinking from her cup as she looked out the window.

The Plane would spend a few more hours in flight before beginning to make its descent into the Thai Capital. Landing and then taxing, the delegation would prepare themselves and gather their personal documents and items while staff from the Embassy awaited them alongside their Thai counterparts.

Minister Abramchenko after her chief of staff exited the plane and waited at the staircase would descend. As she touched the ground she would extend her hand and greet the Thais awaiting her and then the Russian Ambassador to Thailand. The Russian Embassy would have three black armored Range Rovers Sports waiting for them alongside a small protection unit provided by the FSO. They would depart for their meeting with the Thai Government.

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Don Muang Air Base
1000 ICT (GMT +7)
Bangkok, Thailand​

Ah, Bangkok, where modernity intertwines with tradition in a captivating dance. As dawn breaks, the city awakens to the harmonious chorus of birds, heralding a new day. It's a city where expansive green spaces defy urban sprawl, a testament to a commitment to sustainability that grows stronger with each passing year.

Today, the focus shifts to the bustling Don Muang Air Base, a hive of anticipation. From the perspective of the Thai government, these are esteemed guests arriving; but outside the gates, a diverse crowd gathers. Who are they, and what draws them here in such numbers?

Above, a Saab JAS 39 Gripen slices through the sky—its flight routine, though mundane, symbolizes the ongoing vigilance of the Republic Thai Air Force. This morning's calm is briefly disrupted by an anomaly detected by the RTRAF Situation Awareness Display (SAD) far beyond Thailand’s borders.

"Ahhh, it's the Russians," declares a radar operator at the Northern Air Search station, as the NSST 1.0 Architecture swiftly identifies the incoming craft as “friendly.” Moments later, three F-16AM Block 20 MLUs from the Thunder Squadron roar into the sky. Their mission is clear and urgent: "Let’s escort our comrades." Armed in CAP profile and ready, they embody the readiness and resolve of a nation's protectors.

As communications were established between Russia and Thailand, the bustling Don Muang Airbase prepared for a distinguished arrival. Although the initiative was not his own, Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra found himself once again at the forefront, ready to greet a special guest. His recent engagements had been sparse, his last significant welcome being two months prior for the Queen of Poland. Supported by therapy and the diligent care of his assistant, Minnie, Thaksin had maintained a low profile in foreign affairs. However, the arrival of this fourth high-ranking visitor since January, suggested by his Foreign Minister fresh from China, promised a much-needed spark of vigor.

Meanwhile, at the same airbase, a hundred elite members of the Republic’s Shield company were assembled, a formidable presence in their navy uniforms. Officially, their duty was to ensure the safety of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Yet, the frequency of these high-profile visits had significantly increased their workload, hinting at the growing geopolitical importance of Thailand as a nexus of international diplomacy.

In the stillness of the airbase, Captain Titus of Republic Shield exchanged words with Prime Minister Thaksin, his superior. His posture rigid with duty, Titus announced, "The perimeter is secure, sir, and there's no intelligence suggesting imminent threats." His gaze was as steady as his grip on the Scar-L rifle.

Prime Minister Thaksin, his expression weary yet tinged with a resigned smile, returned the salute. "Thank you, Titus. My day's buried under mountains of paperwork and endless meetings. I wish this ceremony could conclude swiftly; I'm quite spent." His hands found refuge in his pockets as he looked on. With a subtle shift in his tone, he inquired, "How fares the company? It must be a demanding time."

Titus responded promptly, the professionalism unmistakable in his tone. "We are managing well, sir. Our duty to the Republic and its citizens guides us." As he spoke, a murmur in his earpiece caught his attention. "It seems a Russian aircraft has just entered Bangkok airspace, sir. Is there anything you need to discuss?"

Thaksin paused, his eyes drifting toward the swelling crowd of demonstrators outside the gates. "Fifteen thousand people protesting our outreach to Russia," he mused, his voice laden with concern. "This does not help foster the positive image we hope to project." With a sigh, he looked towards the distant sky where only the edges of clouds dared obscure the sun.

Titus spoke with unwavering conviction, his words steeped in the fervor of his patriotism. "Sir, the free press stands as the bedrock of our society. I would urge caution before painting Thailand as the sole transgressor in disregarding an agreement long terminated."

Thaksin's laughter rang out, a counterpoint to Titus's earnestness. "Ah, yes, I've heard that refrain before. 'We have nothing to lose.' But, Titus, remember, no nation holds intrinsic superiority. We are but one among many, mere members of the human species. You, of all people, understand our dedication to the Republic."

As a distant plane approached, Titus pressed on, his curiosity piqued. "If that's the case, sir, why suddenly open our doors to nations far and wide for trade? Our economy, with or without our former partners France and Turkey, remains self-sustainable."

Thaksin chuckled, motioning for Titus to follow as he walked. "Ah, the complexities of globalization," he mused. "Firstly, we boast a surplus; it's the nature of the global market. And secondly, we cannot allow the rising tide of protectionism to stifle our innate capacity for cooperation. It's been a decade since Thailand and Russia engaged in trade." With a laugh, Thaksin strode onto the awaiting red carpet.

As they moved along the red carpet, Captain Titus briefed Prime Minister Thaksin with a note of urgency. "Many independent senators have gathered today to mark the normalization of Russo-Thai relations. By the stairway, Minister Abramchenko's chief of staff awaits, and the Russian ambassador is also present—unreported and quite unusual for such esteemed diplomats."

Thaksin acknowledged the senators and a Thai official with a nod as he walked, his voice carrying a mix of directive and reassurance. "Let them proceed as they will, Titus. As your superior, I remind you of our constitutional values." His posture had shifted from earlier weariness to a poised assertiveness. Spotting the Russian minister in the crowd, his tone warmed. "And there's Minister Abramchenko. I was speaking with Minnie yesterday; she described the minister as a master of Realpolitik, decisive and astute. She'll find her visit here engaging. Let's extend our warmest welcome, Titus." His words reflected a deep commitment to diplomatic hospitality.

As the Russian Deputy Prime Minister Abramchenko descended the aircraft stairs, Prime Minister Thaksin awaited her with open arms, a warm smile playing on his lips. Around them, a fleet of autonomous vehicles equipped with remote-controlled cameras documented every moment, ensuring the transparency of the high-profile visit.

Thaksin embraced Abramchenko warmly before stepping back. He spoke in near-native English, his voice rich with genuine delight. "Deputy Prime Minister Abramchenko, welcome to Thailand! We are absolutely thrilled to have you here," he chuckled, his laughter echoing his words' sincerity.

He continued, gesturing towards the uniformed figures lining the red carpet. "The Republic's Shield navy special forces will coordinate your security during your stay. Please note that we haven’t received any requests for armed escorts, so any armed personnel must remain here at the airbase as per diplomatic protocol. They’ll be in good company—nearly ten thousand service members are stationed here, ready to be new friends." With a final reassuring smile, Thaksin gestured gracefully towards the red carpet, leading the way for his esteemed guest.

"Have the Russians responded to our invitation for the Thai Global Innovation Hub?" Thaksin's voice carried genuine curiosity, his demeanor brimming with eagerness. "It's set to open in just a month! This presents a prime opportunity for cross-cultural collaboration, crucial for the advancement of our civilization." His enthusiasm was palpable as he engaged with the Russian official. "And forgive my verbosity, but our agri-tech centers have made remarkable strides in plant-based genome modification, enhancing yield and soil sustainability. Droughts no longer plague our Esan region since the water system modernization in '99. I believe this technology could benefit Russia's colder regions. What are your thoughts?" Thaksin's inquiry dripped with genuine enthusiasm, his passion for progress evident in every word.

"I've heard quite a bit about your expertise in realpolitik from my assistant," Thaksin remarked, extending his hand with an air of admiration, akin to a fan meeting an idol. Inside the airbase's main terminal, they strolled, the protesters visible through the windows. Signs in Russian bore messages like "Down with the propagandist state" and "Thailand demands transparency!" Turning to the Russian Deputy Prime Minister, Thaksin maintained a genial smile. "Ignore the protesters. It's heartening to see people exercising their right to free speech, isn't it? Besides, there are pro-Russian demonstrators lining the roads too. According to the latest poll, 32% of Thais support our countries' normalization. That's quite impressive after a decade of diplomatic isolation. While some may be skeptical, the majority seem open to our diplomatic efforts, as community assemblies haven't demanded we cease." He gave the Russian Minister a friendly pat on the back.

"I'll accompany you to the Foreign Affairs Ministry," Prime Minister Thaksin remarked as they stepped outside the airbase's main terminal, where the mass of protestors had gathered. "Lately, it's just endless meetings for me, as someone like you would surely understand." The demonstrators, though numerous, maintained a peaceful demeanor, their dissent palpable yet devoid of hostility towards the visiting Russian deputy prime minister. "They seem earnest in their convictions," Thaksin observed, acknowledging the sincerity behind their expressions of national interest.

"I've heard some of them speak Russian. Would you care to engage with the protestors?" Thaksin proposed, his commitment to democratic values evident. "It wouldn't be right if I didn't. Preserving our democratic institutions is paramount. You're welcome to wait in the convoy; I won't be long." With resolve, Thaksin strode towards the crowd, flanked by Titus and a small contingent of guards. Meanwhile, other officials, fluent in Russian, extended warm courtesies to the visiting deputy prime minister, fostering an atmosphere of diplomatic cordiality.

“Hey, how around is everyone my fellow Thais?” Thaksin’s question was met with a wave of enthusiasm. “Well, good I guess, I couldn’t hear much when everyone talks at the same time,” he chuckled before hearing a man asking him about his mental health. “Thank you for asking. It has been difficult lately, but I don’t think it would affect my ability to serve you. I haven’t gone to the hospital for a while, and I was so flabbergasted by the technology and technology they have there. Anyone wonder why the hospital interior is so bright these days?” The witty banter between Thaksin and the crowd continued.

As the bustle continued, a middle-aged woman approached the Russian Deputy Prime Minister, her attire a blend of tradition and sophistication, the fabric stripes of her tailored suit reminiscent of Thai heritage. "Your Excellency, Deputy Prime Minister Abramchenko," her voice, soft yet warm, reached the Russian official as she extended her hand. "I'm Panthipha Iamsuttha Ekarohit, Director-General of the Department of European Affairs. I'll be leading the Thai delegation in our trade negotiations. It's an honor to meet someone of your stature. I admire Russia's commitment to empowering women in leadership roles." Her smile was genuine as she gestured towards the waiting convoy. "Shall we proceed? There's an opportunity for us to acquaint ourselves. The Prime Minister is quite the charmer today, isn't he?" A light chuckle escaped her lips as she held the door open, inviting the Russian Minister inside. Their conversation flowed as Thaksin eventually joined them in the car, and the convoy set off on its journey.​

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When the plane came to a stop, and Abramchenko could see the hectic ground crew getting the plane ready for deboarding, she walked to the front of the plane, straightening her skirt and blouse. Her Chief of Staff, Klavdia Nechayeva waited at the front of the plane handing her another file that had been securely faxed to them. Abramchenko took the file from her, glimpsing over it. "They can't be serious Klava," Abramchenko said with an elonged sigh. "They never change." She concluded as she gave Klava back the file.

"You will make do, "Klava said with a smile, "that is why they sent you." Klava looked out the window to see who was waiting. "It appears Prime Minister Thaksin will be greeting you." She said pointing him out from the others there.

Abramchenko took a peak out the window herself, seeing those who had gathered. An unusual conglomeration of Thai officials. "Do they usually do this?" Abramchenko asked as she wondered why there was such a large number of Thai officials. To which tentative Ambassador Yevgeny Tomikhin chimed in. "The Thai are indeed...an interesting bunch."

He said with a pause before continuing. "I wouldn't put it past them to do something for the spectacle...never really their theatrics myself." Abramchenko sighed wondering what was in store. The FSO agent gave the all-clear, with the door opening. First out were three FSO agents who descended the stairs and secured the platform.

"See you on the other side." Klava said with a laugh as the Russian delegation deboarded from the underneath exit. Heading straight to their vehicles while Ambassador Tomikhin and Chief of Staff Nechayeva found there way to the staircase where they waited for the Deputy Prime Minister.

Abramchenko waited a few minutes before descending from the plane. As Abramchenko descended the steps of the plane, the tropical sun glistened against her eyes with a golden hue, its warm rays cascading over her blue jacket and white blouse. The air was heavy with humidity, carrying with it the fragrant scent of something flowery.

Her matching black heels clicked as it made contact with the concrete runway, Abramchenko's eyes turned to Thai Prime Minister waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. She took a step forward to receive the Prime Minister.

The sun, now above her casting its long shadows as she walked towards Thatskin, against a luminous canvas, Abramchenko extended her hand. She stepped forward and responded. "Thank you for the welcome Prime Minister Thaksin." She said neutrally as she continued. "Although I wish we were meeting under better circumstances. It is nonetheless my job to make sure that the next time we meet indeed it will be under better conditions." She said as she walked with the Prime Minister past the Republican Guard.

"Prime Minister Thaksin. I will not leave without my security detail. That is non-negotiable." She said leaving the Prime Minister hanging on the red carpet indicating the seriousness of her threat to reboard the plane if she was unallowed to continue with her six FSO agents.

The detachment of FSO agents followed the Deputy Prime Minister, their suits glistened against the sun, their eyes covered by dark glasses, as they scanned their surroundings. Special Agent Viktor Yurenev spoke in his earpiece which crackled softly as he told the rest of the team to be on standby. Being the closest to the Minister he could make out what she had said.

"It is imperative that they be allowed to continue with us." Abramchenko said as Yurenev and the other agents canned the situation hearing some distant murming from the terminal. "May we proceed?" Abramchenko, her eyes looking directly at Thatskin. When Thatskin had acquiesced Abramchenko continued forward with him, Yurenev and the others then followed.

"We are hopeful for the potential of the Global Innovation Hub. I can say that my office has prepared some documents regarding our interest in participating in the hub." She said, noting Thaksin's enthuasim. "I am sure that should our talks yield progress we can see acquiring agri-technology that may enhance agricultural production in the more arctic regions."

She paused as she clarified "However, traditionally, as the global breadbasket, Russia has found it more economically efficient to focus on agricultural production in its existing centers with other regions focusing on areas they have a comparative advantage in." She said as she stopped herself from droning on. As they neared the entrance of the terminal, the unexpected permission for demonstrators to get just outside the terminal alarmed the FSO agents.

Agent Akhremenko had his hand on his service weapon as he scanned the potential threats to the Minister. Yurenev spoke into his earpiece telling the others to be more vigilant as Klava stepped closer to the Minister as per her training by the FSO.

"I believe we must look at the reality at the globe Prime Minister. That is all. Ideology, identity, power. They are all constructs that we delude ourselves into holding dear." She said with a long pause looking outside to the protestors. "I have served long enough to see regimes crumble with their ideals. Soldiers put down their weapons and power to join the masses. Polities splitting apart away from their common identity." She said looking back at the Thai Minister. "Time is the only constant in global affairs. It is what will outlive any of those things we use to describe our beliefs." She tensed as Thaksin unexpectedly touched the back of her body. She watched unamused as Thaksin walked towards the protestors.

Yurenev and the other FSO agents just steps away from them as they followed the minister. Akhremenko held her index and thumb fingers together letting them know to keep their distance, as she followed Thaksin outside but opted instead to avoid speaking to some of those demonstrating. Sensing this would not be a good time to make any pivot to the Thai public.

She watched Thatskin walk towards the protestors where he spoke to them. When Klavia walked towards her the two conversed in Russian. "I am glad to see the youth of Thailand engaged in holding their government officials accountable," Abramchenko said with a pause looking back at Thaksin. "I am hopeful that this generation will be active in building positive relations between our people but also being a voice of reason when their Governments will stray away from what is reasonable," Abramchenko said with a cautioned voice.

Klavia nodded as she responded. "Gives me the ick...that man...and this whole place." She said as she looked around. "I doubt the papers will forget him just walking away from you to go speak with protestors." She said, wondering why the protestors were allowed so close to begin with. As Thaksin continued speaking, Klavia noticed Ekarohit walking closer. Nudging Abramchenko with a verbal cue as she whispered who was coming.

Abramchenko extended her hand as she greeted Panthipha. "It is our pleasure to be here in Thailand. Though. I would have hoped under better circumstances." Abramchenko said sizing up the lady to get a feel for who she was. "I look forward to a fruitful discussion that is candid and will hopefully see the outcome all of us seek." She said as she followed Panthipha to the convoy.

"Yes. His Excellency President Nemtsov emphasized to Prime Minister Kuzmina the need to be more gender-conscious with the creation of her cabinet." She said with a smile as she joined Panthipha in the vehicle. "I am sure Thailand will continue to strive to take more note of the talent of its female citizens, who I have no doubt outshine and outdo their male peers," Abramchenko said getting comfortable in the vehicle as Thaksin got back into the vehicle.

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As the convoy rumbled from Don Muang Airbase toward the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Thailand, a subtle shift occurred among the protesters. What once manifested as fervent dissent now softened into a display of unity, with flags of both Thailand and Russia fluttering in the air—a symbol of hope for fruitful dialogue.

Amidst this orchestrated movement, Captain Titus, the stalwart leader of the Republic Shield Company, found himself engaged in a quiet exchange with the head of the Russian security detail. With practiced ease, he extended a specialized earpiece and clearance card, addressing his counterpart in fluent Russian, a testament to his linguistic prowess.

"Here's your earpiece and clearance card," Titus conveyed, his smile reflecting the confidence of a soldier well-versed in the art of communication. "You'll be privy to all communications henceforth. Our troops have undergone rigorous linguistic training for the past three months, ensuring seamless coordination." Pausing for emphasis, he continued, "Consider yourself second in command of our one hundred-strong special forces."

With a gesture of respect, Titus presented the clearance card, its significance underscored by his explanation. "This card grants you unrestricted access, akin to my own. You'll have the authority to traverse any area within the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, safeguarding the Russian delegation." His tone carried an air of professionalism, tempered by a hint of pragmatism. "Though your vigilance is appreciated, rest assured, our preparations have left little room for concern. Should you prefer solitude, I understand—I'm not one for idle chatter." With that, Titus lapsed into silence, the weight of their shared responsibility hanging in the air.

Back into the main vehicle of the official convoy, Prime Minister Thaksin, Director-General Panthipha, and Russian Deputy Prime Minister Abramchenko sat in the respective seats. Before anyone could speak up in the convoy, Thaksin would begin talking, in which the Director-General was between himself and the Russian official.

"Mrs. Abramchenko, before we delve into negotiations with Thailand's representatives, I feel it imperative, as Prime Minister, to address the elephant in the room," Thaksin began, his tone measured yet resolute. "First and foremost, irrespective of Thailand's diplomatic stance, it is imperative to acknowledge culpability. Despite the termination of the agreement in 2002, all Russian equipment currently in service within the Thai Armed Forces remains the intellectual property of the Russian government," he declared, his words devoid of equivocation, fueled instead by pragmatic resolve.

"Secondly, Russia's apprehensions regarding its national security interests in light of potential Thai military capabilities are both valid and incontrovertible," Thaksin continued, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "The track record of the Thai Armed Forces, particularly during the period of military shadow governance, is marred by unethical and imperialistic practices. This reality is indisputable, and should any Thai official challenge this assertion, you are within your rights to adjourn to the Foreign Minister's office, where discussions on foreign policy between myself and the Foreign Minister are underway," he informed, his tone firm and uncompromising.

"Thirdly, the escalating intelligence and subversion capabilities of the Thai intelligence apparatus are a growing concern within the international community, including Russia. My awareness of this fact may underscore your apprehensions," Thaksin's voice retained its unwavering resolve, reminiscent of a leader forged in the crucible of his nation's tumultuous history, marked by the echoes of the largest purge since World War II. "During the military regime, in which I myself was deposed and served as a public face, the intelligence community demonstrated alarming capabilities in orchestrating subversion," Thaksin's eyes gleamed with the fire of a man driven by a fierce patriotism.

"Fourthly, apprehensions regarding Thailand's intentions in its international engagements are unequivocal and indisputable truths," he emphasized, raising a hand to signify the fourth point. "While Thailand boasts progressive domestic policies, its actions on the global stage have often invited scrutiny. I can only affirm this concern at present, but rest assured, significant efforts are underway—a diplomatic endeavor that historians of the future will undoubtedly recognize as one of the most extensive and impactful in diplomatic history," he concluded, his words carrying the weight of both certainty and foresight.

After an exchange of candid opinions and perspectives between the Thai and Russian contingents within the vehicle, the convoy came to a halt, a mere twenty-five minutes into the journey. The orderly flow of traffic in Bangkok bore testament to Thailand's mastery of the world's most sophisticated mass rapid transit system. Exiting their vehicle, Captain Titus and the Russian security detail remained poised to accompany them further. Representatives from the Foreign Ministry awaited, ready to extend greetings to both delegations, as Thaksin prepared to bid his farewell.

"It's been enlightening, Deputy Prime Minister," Thaksin remarked, extending a hand in farewell. "May you and the Director-General engage in fruitful dialogue. Should there be any lingering concerns unaddressed during our discussions, do feel free to join the Foreign Minister and I in his office. I'll be in deliberations with our diplomats for the remainder of the day," he concluded, bowing respectfully before stepping away into the depths of the Ministry.

Director-General Panthipha ushered the Russian Deputy Prime Minister into the negotiation room, offering a choice between a formal setting bustling with delegations or a more intimate atmosphere for their discussion. Regardless of the selection, upon entering the designated space—be it a spacious conference room or a cozy office—the security detail would respectfully remain outside.

Seated across from each other, Panthipha set the conversational tone with gentle diplomacy. "Before we proceed, I wish to express Thailand's sincere gratitude to the Russian Federation for its engagement in our trade initiatives," she began, her voice carrying a blend of appreciation and concern. "In an era increasingly marked by protectionism since the dissolution of the United Nations, it's both intriguing and disquieting to note that while Thailand and Russia once exchanged goods valued at over 1.5 billion USD, our current trade stands at a mere zero," she remarked, her words poised to initiate a dialogue rooted in mutual understanding and collaboration.

“I've observed you since your arrival at Don Muang Air Base," Panthipha noted with a tone that bordered on maternal. "It seems you're not particularly enamored with our formal diplomatic protocols, are you?" Her observation floated gently between them, hinting at a deeper understanding. "In Thailand, we place a strong emphasis on psychology in our daily interactions—especially the young and those in diplomatic circles are encouraged to grasp its fundamentals." She paused briefly, allowing the words to settle in the air between them.

"Your words may not reveal much, but your actions and non-verbal cues have been quite telling since you landed," Panthipha continued, her voice calm and insightful. "We've made considerable efforts to ensure our hospitality embodies the profound respect we hold for Russia, as dictated by our diplomatic traditions. Of course, it’s perfectly understandable if it’s not to your liking—not everyone shares the same preferences, and that diversity is something we respect deeply here in Thailand." Her smile was gentle, genuine, bridging any cultural gap with warmth and sincerity.

“And quite frankly, you are not the only one bemused by the Prime Minister’s loquaciousness,” Panthipha said with a light giggle, softening the moment. “He does his best, leading a country with such a tangled history since 1995 isn't straightforward, especially when many are unaware of the real dynamics at play here in Thailand.” She paused to take a sip of water, grounding the conversation back to the present. “But, we shouldn’t let small talk dominate our agenda today, should we? Normally, I would invite you to voice any initial concerns, but today, I'd like to table a specific matter from Thailand first,” she proposed, smiling encouragingly at her Russian counterpart.

With a nod from the Russian delegate, Panthipha proceeded. “The Ministry of Defense has expressed an interest in selling surplus military equipment to the Russian Armed Forces. We are currently updating our inventory, replacing around ten thousand infantry vehicles.” She glanced down at her tablet, ensuring accuracy. “The challenge lies in the disparity between the production costs of our new equipment and the export price of the items we wish to sell. Thus, we need to discuss this first.”

She took another brief pause, maintaining a steady pace in the discussion. “Thailand proposes to sell 6,143 GAZ Tigr vehicles back to the Russian Federation, as part of your military modernization efforts. We've set the price at three billion USD, which reflects a six hundred million USD margin over our costs. In exchange, we would offer privileges similar to those extended to our allied nations—including full military access, fleet basing rights, airbase clearance, and auxiliary support. Additionally, Thailand would undertake a unilateral commitment to defend Russian sovereignty in the event of an attack, with no reciprocal obligation for Russia. How does the Ministry of Defense’s proposal sit with you?” Panthipha concluded, her eyes searching for a reaction, ready to gauge her counterpart’s response to Thailand’s bold offer.

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