Chapter 170: The Terms of Power

Ethan stepped forward, his posture composed but commanding. His role was clear—to speak on behalf of Chris, to lay out the terms, and to ensure that Volkov understood exactly where they stood.

The Russian delegation remained silent, their gazes shifting between Chris, Ethan, and the rifles still locked onto them.

Ethan adjusted his cufflinks before speaking. "Let's establish a few things, gentlemen." His voice was even, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. "First, we know exactly what's happening at the Ukrainian border. Your military movements, your logistical support, and your supply chains—they're all being tracked."

Volkov didn't react, but Mikhailov, his strategist, narrowed his eyes.

Ethan continued. "Second, we don't just see your moves—we anticipate them. The moment you crossed certain lines, countermeasures were already in place."

Mikhailov scoffed slightly. "Countermeasures?"

Ethan gave him a cold smile. "Do you really think we allowed your delegation to enter the White House unchallenged?" He gestured subtly toward the soldiers. "Look around. This isn't just security—it's control. Your arrival was monitored from the second your plane entered U.S. airspace. You were escorted here on our terms. Right now, you're not in a position to negotiate. You're in a position to listen."

Volkov exhaled slowly, his fingers tapping against the table. "And what exactly are you proposing?"

Ethan didn't miss a beat. "Simple. You withdraw your military forces from the Ukrainian border—completely. No half-measures, no delays. In return, we allow you to save face. No public embarrassment, no direct confrontation."

General Orlov finally spoke, his voice rough. "And if we refuse?"

Chris, who had been silent until now, smirked. "Then your forces will find themselves facing a war they won't win."

The words hung in the air like a blade ready to drop.

Mikhailov frowned. "You're bluffing."

Ethan shook his head. "You know we're not." He tapped his phone once, activating a secure projection on the conference table. Satellite images appeared, showing Russian military installations, supply routes, and strategic vulnerabilities. "This isn't a fight you can afford. The question isn't whether you'll lose—it's how much you're willing to sacrifice before you accept reality."

Volkov studied the images, his expression unreadable. He wasn't a man easily intimidated—but he wasn't reckless either. He understood power.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"And what do we get in return?"

Chris smiled slightly. "You get to keep your position. Your government remains stable. And the world doesn't watch you retreat in disgrace."

Volkov exhaled, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. "You Americans… always thinking you hold all the cards."

Chris leaned forward. "Not all of them, Volkov. Just the ones that matter."