Who would even have thought of the Chihuahuas in the wilderness of Mongolia? In the steppes… Dogs should be dogs and not like this, no one knows what. Was it good eating? Has anyone tried it? What happened to the Wolves, Hounds, Sheppard dogs, the hunting dogs. The hunters… Those were the real friends of a man, and the man needed them, in good and bad times, always. Chihuahua… Nothing to look at and even that has a character. We live in dangerous times. We are in danger. The danger is just about everywhere. This is a violent beast. It just bit the President. What is next? Should the President bite it back? Genghis Khan probably would. Batu Khan probably would. Should they roast it on a spit and eat for breakfast? That’s what Genghis Khan would do. He was known for that and a few other things. To him, it would be an insult. Wrong message. No, Genghis Khan would not let it slip unless it was meant for laughs. They needed to laugh back then quite often. Was it funny? Sometimes. And, some people laughed if that was expected.
It was extremely uncomfortable to sit out there on the dog bitten ass and watch the sour faces of the comrades in arms (members of the government). He was looking at them, and the inner circle was looking back at him. What did they want? What happened again? Who the hell cares? That dog. The President changed the security detail right away. The old one let him down. Now, they have dogs in the Secret Service as well as people. Dogs should be counterbalanced by dogs and he, the President, made it clear today. No more bites the President in the ass, you, little nothing of a dog, Batu Khan. And, he thought he was being assassinated. He called his wife a snake, and it did not sound good. He was scared, and that did not look good either. Well, so what, she was a snake. She is the sneakiest snake in the palace and the most poisonous in the political world. After all, she was the first lady. What if she was the President? Would he be called the first man or the first husband? This was funny, and he smiled a little. It was not a real smile but a little twist of the lips yet, it was amusing. Let’s grant it, it was funny, and he could smile, but it was so uncomfortable to sit. He should’ve asked for another chair, but that would not look good either. Did they know what happened in the bedroom, with that dog? A weak Mongolian President? That was not acceptable, not in this country. He had to show that pain was nothing for him, he could take it. The old khans did. He was in charge, and that felt good despite the tickling and the uncomfortably itching pain in the ass. Some would say that it was only pain and a grown man could take it, but it was his pain. It was so annoying yet, he had to smile for the public. Yes, it was a show, was not it. Everything was for the show. What a life. Even the President had to be a showman. Would they applaud in the end or just bury him?
“Let’s start. Talk, people. Talk.” He was openly irritated. “If you don’t want to eat and drink, talk. I can’t sit here all day long. I have the country to run, and I am tired already. In case you do not know, I have some other pressing issues to attend.” He was thinking of going to bed and maybe grabbing on the way there that new chambermaid. She was great the other day. She had talent. This girl could go far in politics. He had to think it over. Did she say she was interested in education? Education was not that important when one had the assets she had. She would be much better elsewhere. In a year or so, he could transfer her to the Foreign Service. She would be great in the foreign relations capacity. With those assets… Mongolia needed some good negotiators to survive, and she was good. She could get better with proper training. They knew how to do that, the Russians taught them. The KGB girls were the best in the world. They trapped so many foreign dignitaries, anyone they wanted, anyone who was responding. One had to be dead and for a while not to respond to those girls. And, that included the Ministers, Secretaries, Senators, Congressmen, Members of the Parliaments, Generals, and the Presidents. How many spies were developed and how many patriots had betrayed their own countries, thanks to those girls. Yes, this girl had all makings of the KGB girls. The Russian dolls, is that what they called them? Why did they call them that? Oh, I remember, they had so many identities like the Russian nesting doll. That was good, smart. The KGB was the best there is. They really knew what they were doing and did not hesitate to do it. There was no false shyness in their approach. They were so natural. Show the power every time you can. Attack the friends so, the enemies would be afraid of you. Interestingly, they won a few battles, and they lost even more. Yet, every time they lost, they won only because someone else lost more. The world was afraid of them, and it still is. He needed to talk to someone from the former KGB. He thought that almost all the security and the intelligence personnel came from the KGB. Where else would they come from? Girls… Mongolian, Uzbek, Tajik, Kazakh, Chinese, Central Asian, exotic — that could be very attractive. That could be a great program for the Mongolian intelligence service. Train the girls for everyone and make some money for Mongolia. They could call it the “Charm School.” It sounds quite charming.
Did the Russians call it that already? OK. Let’s call it the “International Charm School.” It could be quickly done. We have many talents and just about everywhere. Yes, I like that. Everyone would like that. We need to push on every front just to get somewhere. Anything would help, but we need to train them well. Teach them to be anything the enemy may want them to be — a lady or a tramp. Mongolia needs help so, we must use whatever assets he could master to get it. These were difficult times, but they saw it before. Citizens should make great sacrifices for the country. More sacrifices. Good girl. Very bright. And, talented in all important departments.
“Mr. President. Mr. Vagabundi.” That was the Deputy Prime Minister Olaani. He was seated across, the table and slightly to the right. That was his regular place. In this room and at this table, everyone was seated following the rank, standing, importance, and anything else the President wanted to consider. This was the place where all of them could speak openly because they were responsible people, and the President was a reasonable man. Here they could discuss issues that were not discussed anywhere else, anywhere outside this room. There were many issues like that in any régime, and this one was not any different. It was just another government yet, it was their government. “Our archeologists just uncovered the burial chambers of Batu Khan, our great warrior and right next to him the burial chambers of Subutai Khan. To find that is like to find the burial chambers of Genghis Khan himself. Well, very close. The next best thing, I would say. This is a great discovery of our scientists. Great for the country, for the world. It was imperative from any point of view.” He started a cigarette and drank some strong herbal tea from a handless round blue and white porcelain cup called a Piyāla (piala) in all of Central Asia. This was the traditional tea service ware in Central Asia.
There were a few pialas in front of everyone present. One for tea, one for coffee and one for Kumis. Glasses were for water and the soft drinks. Also, there was plain and sparkling Russian and Italian water in bottles, the soft drinks from America, carafes with local tea and coffee, and some Kumis from the steppes. The beautiful old silver serving plates containing some sandwiches and fruits were placed on the side-table together with flowers. Flowers were so lovely and added something extra to this somewhat cold room. The President loved flowers, and they were always present but not on the conference table. The leaders being tough men liked to look into each other’s eyes and no obstruction, even the flowers, was tolerated. Still, flowers were a great touch. Why not? Were not they as civilized as the rest of the world? Possibly more…