He sat in his office looking over paperwork.

He had his dinner sitting on a plate next to him, A T-bone Steak, but he was so stressed he hadn’t touched it yet.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and the top button of his shirt and took a sip of his hard vodka

He wasn’t one for drinking but he had made an exception

He muttered something in Spanish.

Tensions had risen between the Republic of America and Russia….again.