The private jet arrived at the airport on time, and a tall, imposing man, flanked by a cadre of bodyguards, quickly made his way out of the terminal. Once settled into the luxury car, he attempted to power on his personal phone to call Alla and reassure her of his safe arrival, but was suddenly gripped by a splitting headache. His handsome face, usually as resplendent as moonlight, drained of all color, and his eyes reddened with pain...
In a swift motion, he tossed the phone aside, his hands shaking as he retrieved the pain medication prescribed by the chief physician in Washington, and swallowed several pills. The bodyguard in the front, seeing that he was still in agony despite treatment, voiced his concern: "Sir, perhaps it's time to consider surgery?"
