An Offer of Help

In the office of Mr. Claude, the Ambassador of the Britannian Empire. Mikhail stood in front of his desk, sweat trickling down from his forehead and to his neck. He panted, trying to catch his breath after running straight across the pandemonium into here.

"Sir Claude, you have to convene an emergency meeting now! The Special Forces of the Ruthenian Army have arrived to evacuate us and are helping the military guards as we speak." 

"Evacuate?" Claude's eyes raised as he stood from his seat. "Are you saying that your decision remains the same? That you're going to flee?" 

"It's a direct order from His Majesty, Emperor Alexander. I don't have a choice here despite explaining the seriousness of the situation," Mikhail replied. 

"Before we proceed, that explosion just earlier, did the Ruthenians do that?" Claude asked.