“The American embassy in Moscow is situated at No. 8 Bolshoy Deviatinsky Pereulok in a towering glass and stone edifice that took some twenty-seven tortured years to complete. In 1985, during the final act of the Cold War, counterintelligence uncovered… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“As Mofidi was an IRGC officer, he was not treated like the other families and sent a bill for the bullet that took his… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“Dante Alighieri described the ninth and deepest pit of hell as an almost gaping void, locked in a perpetual state of suspended animation. It… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“Yet Colonel Samir Basri was the clearest vision of a protean figure if there ever was one. Indefatigably shrewd and bursting with native wit—despite… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“His primary weapon, which he used nightly, was a Heckler & Koch 416 assault rifle based on the famous M4 family. He had equipped… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“Any resolution, no matter how imperfect or unjust, was welcomed by a civilized world sickened with guilt that it had looked away for so… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“It began two years earlier when Karetnikov seized the Crimean peninsula from Ukraine in broad daylight and dared the West to make him pay.… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“Down, girls,” he spat at the dogs while knotting the sash of a bespoke silk kimono around his waist. “Go!” He pointed his bony… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“Two fateful questions interpret more than eleven hundred years of Russian history: “What is to be done?” and “Who is to blame?” But there… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“The US embassy in Beirut occupied an eighteen-acre tract of hillside in the predominantly Christian hamlet of Awkar, located approximately twenty minutes north of… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“I can’t give you an answer,” Minin sighed. “What do I say to Eni and OMV?” Ivanov leaned in. “What do I say to… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“Shoot him,” al-Din breathed dispassionately. Sabbah raised his weapon. “Guns won’t save you,” the faceless American kept his narrow gaze. “Death finds us all… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
“I was in the air not twenty minutes,” Ivanov’s eyes tightened. “From that shithole in Ashgabat. The phone rings. I expected great things. But… — Matt Fulton Copy Share Image
