“The first report from the Federalnaya Sluzhba Bezopasnosti—the Federal Security Service, or FSB—concerned domestic threats, such as the latest on counterterrorism operations in the Caucasus. The next was from the FSO and contained recent information on opposition figures that displeased… — 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
