Russia was always left overboard. Not because it didn’t knock.
They told me: a failed agent returns to his own vomit? I answered: the head of state, first and second, will be my cover. Their stability is success. In a third-class sleeper car I rode to Gelendzhik. Concrete worker, forty-two, a phone with a Russian SIM in my pocket.…
You’ll become our most experienced agent in this part of the world. Watch the dynamics at the top. Analyze. Influence! If it fails, you go underground. Understood?
I post open forecasts. The fifth words of the second sentences spell “bullish trend.” Whoever needs it will read it.
Ivan waits: for new blog posts, a signal, a single word, an emperor he must see with his own eyes. He doesn’t know that right here, among marble and gilding, he will become both witness and participant in the final act. Thunder gathers in the capital, and the lightning, it seems, is destined for the mud room.
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