NO BULLSHIT JUST FOLLOW THE MONEY PART 2
The novel has progressed from 2008 when we find our hero sitting in Trump Towers wondering what the “real deal” with Putin is, to 2009 when Barack Obama has taken over the Presidency from George Bush.
Our hero is currently at Ocean Trails Golf Club in Rancho Palos Verdes which he has recently purchased, waiting on news about a $12 million loan he is expecting from Russia to save him from bankruptcy.
He’s had a bad early morning on the golf course. It’s messed up his mood and furthermore he’s just eaten what he would call a shitty late breakfast. His wife has put him on a diet so he can’t horf down the customary twelve rashers of bacon and mound of greasy sausages he so loves.
Meanwhile back at the Kremlin his new bbf Putin has finally concluded that with the election of “the weak, flexible Obama,” the time is right to create a final solution to the West. He’s still furious about the fall of the Soviet Union. It’s a fuse that lies like a coiled snake inside him, that’s waited for many years to catch fire.
He talks loudly to himself as he slowly and carefully paces the room:
“Those motherfuckers have had it coming baby for a long time now. I’m going to pit those weak Western dogs against each other. I’m going to break fucking America right down the middle. Russia and China baby, that’s how it’s going to be — bringing food and other shit to the world. Our fucking military dominating everyone and everything again.”
He realizes as he speaks he’s loosing his cool, he’s getting excited, which is unusual for him. He’s strides around the room striking the walls, hitting his desk, pounding his chest.
As he triumphantly reaches the window of his office, which overlooks the Krasnopresneskaya embankment, his phone rings and he picks it up roughly, dropping it before he manages to pin it successfully between his left shoulder and ear, and shouts:
“Da.”
Oh it’s that big stupid fish I’ve been throwing bait to for a few years now, he thinks. The one with not much between the ears. Now to have a little fun with him I guess, calm myself down,
He throws himself into his chair and slings his legs onto the desk in front of him, as he speaks more softly into the phone.
“No problem my good American friend we can make sure that the money gets to you soon. We’ll send it through Cyprus and it’ll be hard for your CIA to track down. Noone will know where it’s coming from. This, I can assure you is what we do best.”
That and posioning our enemies, he thinks smiling to himself.
As he continues to talk, his mind spins:
“My god why don’t I encourage this fucking idiot to run for President in four maybe eight years. Hmm I’ll need eight so we can make fail safe plans, avoid suspicion, corrupt him completely, gather the materials we need to blackmail him. All the stuff we’re really good at. He’ll be my butt boy, my ultimate covert weapon, my legacy, and my final love letter to the West.”
As soon as he finishes his conversation, he picks up the phone and calls his buddy President Medvedev.
“Dimitry I have a plan — open a new file, call it From Russia With Love.”
And so Putin begins to lay the groundwork for a Trump Presidency right after Obama is elected US President in 2009.
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