"Your Majesty, the Russians are even more desperate than we imagined. It seems Nicholas II wants to end the civil war as soon as possible!" Metev said.
"Mm. It seems we should help them put on a show as well. The General Staff's plan for Persia can begin. Order the garrison to manufacture a conflict and make it appear that we are preparing to invade Persia!" Ferdinand said in a tone that brooked no doubt.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Chief of Staff General Klosov replied.
Once Bulgaria made a move in Persia, the United Kingdom would certainly not let the matter rest. With tensions between the two countries escalating, the British would have no energy left to interfere in Russia's civil war.
How could Nicholas II possibly let such an opportunity slip away?
Saint Petersburg
Nicholas II was still fretting over the price of the land deal. It was rather laughable—despite having ruled the Russian Empire for thirty years, he actually knew less about his own country than the Bulgarians did.
No matter how little he knew, he understood that there were no so-called deserts or wastelands along the Bulgaria-Russia border. Otherwise, he would not have been agonizing over the land price.
If it had been the frozen soil of the north or east, then ten thousand lev per square kilometer would truly have been a generous price. Those lands remained undevelopable even into the twenty-first century, which showed just how harsh the conditions were.
"Prime Minister, look through it and decide what areas we should sell to Bulgaria. Mark the worst land on the map for me!" Nicholas II said gloomily.
If they wanted to discuss prices, they naturally had to first look at the location. The value of different lands varied by a thousandfold, and most importantly, their