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“The president’s crashed. Again.” Agent Robichaud tried not to meet his chief’s eyes as he delivered the bad news. “Ukrainians?” Dobson’s fingers were tapping out a steady rhythm on his GenuineOak ™ desk. Never a good sign. “They say no. Not this time.” The Ukrainian diaspora had never forgiven the United States for abandoning their country to the depredations of the Russian Empire fifty years before. “Who then? Mexicans? Canadians?” There was no shortage of potential culprits, especially among former allies. No one hates you more than your ex. Robichaud shook his head. “We haven’t been able to find an