In the 80's, some offshoot of an offshoot of a branch of a fruit of Yasser Arafat's organization abducted four Soviet diplomats in Lebanon. It was apparently completely uncoordinated with the mothership, and a feat of sheer strategical stupidity. The Soviets were quite outraged, as they were technically pals with these organizations, and Arafat was apparently also quite embarrassed.
Things went downhill really fast, and one of the hostages got unalived.
The Soviets then sent a team on site, did some research, and within a week the head of one of the abductors (or someone very closely affiliated) got delivered to their (the abductors') hideout in a box.
A meeting took place shortly after, between some sheikh who had in theory nothing to do with the whole affair, and someone from the Soviet embassy. It apparently went along the lines of two hours of sweet chitchat, talking about the weather and family (according to the diplomat, who was interviewed in the documentary that got me this sweet info decades ago), then the discussion tangentially brushed the ongoing situation.
Mentions from the diplomat were made, between two sips of sweet tea, about what a world we live in, with innocent, peaceful Soviet diplomats being abducted and unalived.
The sheikh agreed that this was a very sad thing given everyone's sincere aspirations for peace and prosperity, and shared his ardent, sincere hopes and wishes that the situation untangles quickly, and his firm belief that G. is great and that with His will the hostages will eventually be released - shortly, and unharmed.
In an amazing coincidence, the hostages were released - shortly, and unharmed.
I wonder if any such similar conversation between people completely foreign to the matter at hand took place in this here case. Probably not. Although I wish it had.