When people had nothing to say to each other, every extra word was a waste. Seeing the atmosphere grow increasingly tense, this clearly did not suit the purpose of inviting the two of them to dinner tonight.
So, although Gryzlov had rebuffed him, his godfather still smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere.
He said, "That's true. It wasn't just you and Medvedev who worked pleasantly and cooperated well with Misha—even I did. This guy helped me solve quite a few thorny problems. Come to think of it, I feel like it doesn't matter who sits in my position, as long as Misha is there..."
At that point, he suddenly stopped, as though he had realized something.
Medvedev and Gryzlov exchanged a glance as well. With perfect tacit understanding, they both picked up their knives and forks and lowered their heads to eat.
Because after discussing it for so long, the three of them had suddenly realized that it seemed not to matter who occupied the Kremlin position. The most crucial person in Moscow's political scene had already become Mikhail!
As long as Mikhail was around, whoever won this election would not have much impact on the country's development...
It was rather ironic when viewed that way.
The most important person was not even participating in the election, while those fighting desperately among themselves could not affect the overall situation at all...
Of course, even after realizing this fact, Medvedev and Gryzlov had no intention of giving up on the election. After all, having come this far, they were no longer in control of their own fates. The election concerned not only their political futures, but also the futures of the large number of people supporting them!
If they suddenly announced that they were giving up now, it would basically