Beneath a giant hammer and sickle, the elite at the top of the Communist Party assembled for the country’s annual parliament session last week, all wearing the same unofficial uniform. As they stood to listen to the county’s national anthem, the politicians stood in perfect rows, spaced a few feet apart. Each person had a white teacup and a copy of the premier’s upcoming speech on the desk directly in front on them. From a distance, it was nearly impossible to distinguish one leader from another. At the top levels of the Communist Party, it seems, leaders take pains to blend in with one another.