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.


Boris a cobbler and Natasha a seamstress claimed that they were here to seek asylum from some obscure oppressive regime.  Only the Face of Everyman sensed their true motives.  In truth, this charming couple were here to hack the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Casino slots and gaming machines.  The venerable sage quickly put freeze on all his accounts; world-wide.   Link leads off site: