Oh, it's plenty to worry myself over. It's Russia. The Soviet Union. You think he's going to let me live this down? That Red bastard is probably plotting in Hell as we speak, figuring out a way to nuke me or my allies or poison me from within. Maybe if I bury him, it'll buy me some time.

[ mutter mutter PARANOIA ]

On my way out. Just have to drag this landwhale out somehow.