The next day, I knew I had been poisoned. I was neusous, had the chills, a bad taste in my mouth and a pounding head ache. All signs of KGB poisoning.
The fact I had several ruined relationships after words only proves their evil genius.
Gasp. That's right. You were planning to run against Putin in the next election.
Now it is highly probable that the 0.000002% of the population which was strongly behind you will have to look elsewhere for a candidate to buck Putin with.
And you will have to seek asylum, no doubt, in either the UK or here, both countries where there is never a hint of political intrigue or conspiracy.