
Mikhael Kurpov violently pounded the desk in front of him.
“You’ll do what?!?” He shouted with indignation in his tone.
“In 37 years since I’ve known you, you’d never talked to me like that!” “Have you lost your mind??”
On the other side of the line, Raymond Gomez-Carrillo, the president of the US, reiterated what Mikhael perceived as the threat.
He can’t stop the NATO alliance from invading Crimea.
“Mikhael, you need to listen to me. Poland is ashes, the Finns are terrified they’re next” “What am I supposed to do?” “I can’t contain my people after the latest developments; put yourself in my shoes!”
“Don’t blame Poland on me! Just don’t!” “Whose idiotic idea was to turn on 3 nuclear plants in a war zone?” “Did they think that was a great deterrent?” Mikhael continued.

And he added, “Lithuania and Belarus went after one another, and you allowed that to happen, cause you thought that way you can put the blame on me and finish us by association,” “But as it turns out, you forgot that small detail, didn’t you?”
“You had nuclear reactors all around that area.” “Don’t you dare threaten me!”
Gomez-Carrillo knew NATO miscalculated and made a terrible decision but he couldn’t admit it. Not without losing face with everyone listening to the conversation.
The one that most likely would decide the fate of planet Earth.
“It’s not too late to negotiate,” “Why lose it all if the damage is done, Mikhael?” “Shouldn’t we think ahead and salvage what we still can?”
“How!? It’s so easy for you to say, but NATO's incendiary bombs have been falling on Moscow for 10 days now!! You have taken out my Baltic fleet of nuclear subs just hours ago, and you want to “negotiate”??”

“Yes,” Yes, I do” “We do”. We have to stop this madness!” “Now! — before it’s too late.”
“Ok. Blow up YOUR subs, then maybe we can talk a truce.”
And he hung up.
There’s no denying Europe is burning. Every able body is being mobilized. The trains stopped running for the general population; only heavy armament, artillery pieces, and plane parts were on board 24/7.