He stared at me. I stared back, unblinking. Slowly, I rocked my head from side to side.
“Count your missiles with me, Mr Putin. One… two… three… close your eyes, relax, imagine them all lined up.”
He closed his eyes.
“At the count of three, I will snap my fingers and you’ll wake up a nice man.”
He nodded.
“One… two… three…” Snap!
And that was that.