SAFE HOUSE, 2025
… And I walked down the long dark hallway looking for number twelve. After struggling to make out the number “12” on the door, I knocked and heard “Come in,” whereupon I entered a spacious room lit by the setting sun with two windows.
To the left, closer to the window, stood a desk with a massive glass inkwell, above which stood a bronze deer with broken antlers.
Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin sat in a kosovorotka with his collar unbuttoned on a small sofa. Next to him sat Trump.