On August 15, 2025, Putin and Trump are going to meet in Alaska, a stage for reflexive control, the concept devised by Wladimir Lefebvre. The KGB-trained Russian leader will manipulate Trump, shaping his desires to serve Moscow’s goals, all in full view of the world.

A dead man’s work now joins the meeting’s glare,
Lefebvre’s design, a trap disguised as care.
The KGB had honed this patient art—
to plant one’s will inside another’s heart.

Putin was trained to guard what none should see,
to twist each truth and shape his enemy.
He reads what Trump desires before they meet,
then sets the path he claims is Trump’s own feat.

Trump seeks a prize more prized than any peace,
his envy of Obama will not cease.
The war in Ukraine drains far beyond his gaze,
if “peace” means yielding all to Moscow’s ways.

In Anchorage, the snare is laid with skill;
when cameras flash, the deal looks noble still.
But eastward, under smoke and broken sky,
a nation bleeds while two men trade the lie.