AFTERWORD

When I was assigned to oversee the genetic double preparation project, I understood we were playing at the edge of what’s possible. But even I hadn’t foreseen just how elegant, psychologically masterful—and ruthlessly efficient—this operation would turn out to be.

She led the Kremlin underground. Our best graduate. At the initial stage, she truly fell in love and got married—that wasn’t according to plan. We considered it a failure. We were wrong. Her feelings became not a weakness, but a perfect weapon.

Her so-called capture? Pure theatre for the gullible. Under this cover, she safely returned home—to give birth to a unique child. The carrier of the genes of the Russian president’s son. Can you imagine the scale? She now carries the heir to an empire—fathered by the very man she was meant to monitor and eliminate. Love turned into a geopolitical coup.

And he... The poor soul doesn’t even suspect. Preserved in the golden cage of his illusions. Not just an actor. Not just a spy. He has become a living archive of a possible future, a backup option for history. They guard him like a priceless specimen. They don’t let him out because they’re waiting for moment X—when they will need not a person, but a symbol capable of shaking the world with his mere appearance.

Meanwhile, he learns to live among other puppets like himself. He’s growing used to luxury and power. He’s preparing for flight—and that’s not a metaphor. Space has become a new arena of prestige, and every power dreams of sending its face there. Its hero. Its god.

But if you think you’ve reached the finale—you’re as naive as children. Everything you’ve read is merely the overture to a symphony of chaos. The preparatory chords before the main theme.

What we are launching next will eclipse everything you thought possible. It involves not only political doubles. We have turned reality into a construction set where every element can be replaced. The next stage will surpass everything humanity has known about power, deception, and control.

Read the next book.

While you have time.

With deep respect for your curiosity,

Director of the US Intelligence University

P.S. Oh, and one last thing—do I actually exist?