Reincarnated as an Imperial Prince

Alexander and his children had been given unprecedented access to the Baikonur Cosmodrome, the bustling heart of the Ruthenia Empire's space program. As they made their way through the sprawling complex, Alexander introduced his children to the finest minds in the country, each one a master of their craft. Anya's eyes shone with excitement as she watched engineers work on a rocket that would soon be sent hurtling into the cosmos, while Andrei listened intently to an expert in satellite technology.

For four days, they explored the facility, marveling at the cutting-edge technologies on display. Alexander was proud to show his children the state-of-the-art computers that allowed engineers to design and test their projects with ease and efficiency. He explained the intricate processes behind rocket propulsion, the incredible power of the engines that could send a spacecraft hurtling into the void of space, and the sophisticated mechanisms and materials of it that allowed it to survive in the unforgiving environment beyond Earth's atmosphere.

As the final day arrived, they prepared to leave, but not before one last adventure. Alexander scooped Anya up onto his back and swooped around like a plane, eliciting peals of laughter from his daughter. Andrei followed behind, feeling slightly out of place as he watched his sister act more like a child than him. But he couldn't help feeling a sense of wonder at the incredible things he had witnessed in the past few days.

Before coming to the cosmodrome, Andrei's knowledge of aviation had been limited to jet and piston engine aircraft that could barely fly above thirty thousand feet. He had believed that this was the height limit for human flight, but now his mind was blown open by the scale and complexity of the machines before him. He marveled at the vast facilities that towered above him, the enormous transport planes that landed into and took off from the spaceport, and the intricately designed satellites that orbited high above the planet.

It was a shock to Andrei to learn that the Ruthenia Empire had been sending rockets into space for years, and he couldn't help feeling a twinge of admiration and wonder at the thought of those skilled engineers and scientists working tirelessly to make space exploration a reality. He was fascinated by the technology that made it all possible, the advanced computers, the cutting-edge engines, and the sheer ingenuity of the individuals who had made it all happen. Andrei realized that it took immense effort and expertise to achieve such a feat, and he couldn't wait to learn more about the incredible process of space exploration.

As they boarded the plane that would take them back to St. Petersburg, Andrei's mind was buzzing with excitement and curiosity. He knew that this experience had changed him in some way, that he had been exposed to a whole new world of possibility, and he couldn't wait to explore it further. He gazed out of the window as the plane lifted into the sky, watching the Baikonur Cosmodrome disappear below the clouds, but he knew that the memories of this incredible place would stay with him forever.

This trip really gave him insights into what the world really looked like outside the Winter Palace, and he smiled, thanking his father in his mind that he presented this opportunity to him.

***

The sun had just risen over St. Petersburg, casting a golden glow over the city. The sound of the city slowly coming to life could be heard from Alexander's office, the rustling of leaves and the distant honking of horns.

Alexander sat at his desk, surrounded by stacks of files and documents that had accumulated in his absence. It was a daunting task, but he knew that he had to fulfill his duties as the emperor of the Ruthenia Empire. He began to sift through the files, his eyes scanning each page carefully.

The work was tedious and time-consuming, but Alexander found it fulfilling. As he read through each document, he gained a deeper understanding of the issues facing his empire and the people he ruled over. He took his responsibilities seriously, knowing that the decisions he made could have a profound impact on the lives of millions of people.

Despite the weight of his duties, Alexander found solace in the work. He found satisfaction in knowing that he was doing everything he could to make the Ruthenia Empire a better place for all its citizens. It was a never-ending task, but one that he was proud to undertake.

Though sadly, some things have to end. Alexander is already grooming his son, Andrei, to be a successor to the throne.

But he promised to himself, that before his son took his place, he would eliminate the threat that posed against the Ruthenia Empire, the arms smuggling.

He was reading the file that tackles that issue. According to it, the Communist Forces in the Republic of China are getting stronger by the day as Ruthenian weapons continue to flood into the country. And even though the war has already concluded, casualties continue to mount as the Communist forces engage in guerilla warfare.

"This is getting worse," Alexander muttered under his breath.

He began to ponder his actions about this issue, should he sit this one out or take swift action? Alexander chose the latter. If he really wanted to make this world peaceful before his son took over the country, then this was the right decision.

With that, Alexander grabbed the telephone that was on his desk and dialed a number.

After a few rings, the line clicked on, and Alexander was greeted by the voice of his foreign minister, Sergei.

"Your Majesty, how may I assist you?" Sergei asked.

"Sergei, I want you to convene an emergency meeting with the United Nations," Alexander said.

"May I know the purpose, Your Majesty? As you know, we can't just simply convene every member state into a meeting without an agenda," Sergei said.

"Tell them that it is about the communist forces and the arms smugglers, and the continued violence in the Republic of China. I want to make it clear that the Ruthenia Empire will not stand idly by while our weapons are used to fuel conflict and destruction," Alexander replied with a steely determination in his voice.

Sergei nodded, sensing the urgency in the Emperor's tone. "Understood, Your Majesty. I will make the necessary arrangements and inform the United Nations immediately," he said.

"Thank you, Sergei."

Alexander hung up the phone, With the wheels in motion for an emergency meeting at the United Nations, Alexander leaned back in his chair, twiddling his thumbs as he contemplated the situation at hand.

"Now then…I need to prepare a speech."