Natasha had hoped to renew her expired passport and visitors visa at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa UN Consulate.  Alas she was too late.  Budget constraints forced small regional offices to close months ago.  When the Face of Everyman heard her sobbing in despair, he immediately got out his official seal and stamp.  After all the venerable sage had long been designated plenipotentiary for a whole host small republics; surely hers was among them.