AFTERWORD

That guy looked like a solid acquisition for my clan. I pulled his wife out of the American mess—not for nothing. He could impersonate Putin like a pro: not just a stand-in, but a real talker. Turned out, he had political ambitions.

Too bad I didn’t realize in time—they’d swapped him. Another clan grabbed him by the throat and made a tidy profit, taking control of the security big shots over the army. That’s just how the chips fall… though the “Lake” crowd always seem to get lucky.

Good thing he hasn’t come after us oligarchs yet. Let him play with parliament and the courts.

By the way—take a look around, make sure no one’s listening.

Between you and me: word has it he’s planning to sneak into America, with that face of his. Imagine how much makeup it’ll take so they don’t spot Putin!

The plan? Get Biden hooked on Russian oil and gas.

Damn, I need to get him back under my control—then we’re talking metals.

That’s it, I’ve said enough.

Tear out this page and burn it. If you can’t, rip out five lines and eat them.

For the Putin double’s adventures in America, check out the next book in the series.

And forget about me.

Your benefactor. Especially if you’re from Chukotka.