He is waiting, waiting for Moscow to make a decision, and waiting to see what results his vast net will ultimately yield.
This international game of chance, with lives and the fate of nations as its stakes, has reached its most thrilling moment.
Moscow, the Kremlin.
The heavy oak door isolates the outside world, leaving only the faint ticking of an ancient clock's second hand, further emphasizing the oppressive silence within the room, suffocatingly quiet.
President Vladimir did not sit behind his large office desk but stood before the oversized map of the Middle East, his eyes firmly fixed on Siria—where the coast torn apart by war relates to Russia's national destiny.
