The Bear

Russian Embassy — Washington

“It is a highly unusual request, Andrey.”

“I understand, Mr. President, but they are in need of our help. They do not wish to stay in America.”

“Are there no other arrangements they can make?”

“They were delayed and could not make their flight. Their company does not have the money to pay for their return.”

President Novichkov remained seated in a large armchair before a roaring fire. He had begun to realize that cold was cold, no matter if it was in Russia, or elsewhere. Washington DC was as cold as anywhere. The warmth of the fire felt good against his bones. He waved his chief of staff down into the leather chair beside him.

“There are only five of them. We can make sure they stay toward the back of the cabin.”

“How did they come to ask this of you? It is quite the request.”

“They contacted the consulate and the request was passed on to me.” Andrey crossed his legs as he stared into the fire. “Who knows how long they would have to wait otherwise?”

“Very well. Tell them they may join us.” President Novichkov rose, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You are getting soft in your old age, Andrey,” he smiled. “I wouldn’t have thought it of you.”

“Even an old general must at some point, face the orders of father time. Thank you, I shall pass along the approval.” Andrey stood, facing the fire. He let the warmth penetrate to his bones. “It will be good for some votes when the next election comes up.”