The Mole And His Master
The call came exactly when Putin expected it to. Six o’clock in the morning. But it would be worth having to get up early. Vladimir expected good news. It usually was from his special mole.
The time in Washington, D.C. would be 10:00 PM, a time when everyone would be closing down to bed. But not the mole. He would be wide awake. He has to be. To be ever vigilant was not only a duty, it was also a survival trait.
Even when talking on his special circuit Presidential phone, Putin insisted upon using code names only. And Vlad, ever the well trained KGB man, always let the other person speak first. And the well trained man on the other side also would use Vladimir’s code name too, just to be extra careful.
“Good evening, Dmitri!” said the familiar voice on the other end with the distinctly American accent. It was perhaps good that he knew only a few words in Russian. Even if someone were skilled enough to hack into this ultra secure phone line, there was a good chance they would not understand much English.
“Good evening to you, Pyotr! I expect good tidings from you tonight! It is evident from the news alone that you have successfully infiltrated very highly into the American government very quickly! I am truly amazed!”
“Spasibo, comrade, spasibo! It has gone amazingly well! The fools take all the bait I leave out for them! They are like dogs coming for tidbits!”
“Wonderful, Pyotr! Wonderful! You have done wonderfully! Better than I would ever have expected! I can already see the foundations of the U.S. Government cracking. Remember- we want them just damaged enough that they fall of their own accord. That will keep the attention off of us. It looks like Musk is making a mess of his own too! And he hires children to break into their treasury! Not even I would have thought of that!”
“Yes, that was an unexpected surprise. But it fits into your plans, doesn’t it! I never would have thought that the politicians would be such fools as to let them all in without a clearance, but I guess they are all afraid of the new big Bad Wolf in town.”
“Yes, It certainly looks that way, Pyotr. I can’t believe the Republicans are just flopping over like fish and doing nothing. This is really working our way! Like dominoes falling!”
“Of course, Dmitri, that mop head Cheney yodels a lot, but no one is listening to her now that she is no longer a Representative. There are a few, but they will probably fall silent too. The Democrats are all wetting themselves not knowing what to do.
“This is so great, Pyoti! With your help we will Make America Gag Again.” They both laugh at this. “Soon the government of the U.S. will start falling like dominoes. And you will get your just rewards! You will have controls in the U.S. and you will be able to milk it like a cow. You will have the ability to strike down those who speak foul of you with impunity. You will have unheard of power.”
“I owe so much to you Dmitri!” He said with genuine affection and thankfulness. What I have gotten already I could not have gotten without your help!” I owe you big time!”
“And you are paying me back big time Pyotr! You truly are!” He looks at the clock.
“Let us break off now! We have been on the line too long! We cannot risk at this point anyone hacking in on us! Then ‘the jig would be up’ like they say in your movies!”
“Yes indeed, Dmitri! Well, have a good day and we shall be talking again soon, hopefully with even more victories under our belt.”
“Good night Pytor! Sleep well.” Said Putin softly and hung up the phone.
Softly, thoughtfully, ‘Pytor’ at the other end hung up his phone. He smiled. Great things lay ahead for him. All he had to do was keep his act up for a few more months and follow accordingly the plans laid out by his handlers and the world around him here in the West would come crumbling down. But he would worry; he himself would be on a pinnacle above it all, in fact orchestrating a lot of it. And he would become unbelievably wealthy and powerful because of it
A knock came on the door. Surprised, he turned and said “Come in!”
“Good Evening, Mr. President. I saw you light on and wondered if you needed anything, A refreshment perhaps?”
“No, thank you, Johnson. I am ready to go to bed. I will see you in the morning.”
Trump waved him away, then turned and headed for his bedroom. He would indeed have sweet dreams tonight……….