The boss nodded.
"Tell him, next step, wait until Victor and the Squid Man start biting each other. When the biting is at its fiercest, then speak."
Volkov was startled for a moment.
"Say what?"
The boss looked at him.
"Say Victor is the Anti-Christ. Say collaborating with the Squid is betraying God. Say all who follow him will go to Hell."
Volkov's hand trembled.
"Boss, that will set the whole Middle East on fire—"
"Let it burn."
The boss interrupted him, "Once it's burning, we can fish in troubled waters."
He stood up and walked to the window.
Outside, Moscow's night sky was very dark, and snow was still falling.
"Volkov, do you know what the world is most lacking?"
Volkov shook his head.
The boss looked at him.
"Chaos. The more chaotic, the better."
Four a.m., Mexico City, Feathered Serpent Temple top floor.
Victor wasn't asleep.
He stood at the window, looking at the night scene of Paseo de la Reforma outside.
