Comrade Nikita was pleased as punch. As he slowly put the telegram back on the table, a smile crossed his lips. The man from Ukraine, more famously known as the "Butcher from Ukraine", had showed "them" "Kuzka's mother", after all.
The events of the past few months swiftly crossed his mind. He could never forget the tomatoes the boorish American public pasted on his limousine on his return from the luncheon meeting with the movie stars in California, when he had gone visiting. Nor could he shrug off the bitterness of not having been given access to Disneyland, his favorite cartoon character's home. He would show them; he had vowed.
Tit for tat. Eye for an eye. That was the credo Comrade Nikita lived by. When the ambassadors of the western countries came over on a social visit, spouses in tow, he couldn't resist the temptation of bursting out - "We will bury you!" How much he enjoyed the expression on the face of the poor chaps as the import of the translation sunk in! Oh, he cherished that moment all through his life.
Ah, and how could he forget the silly, childish tricks of the Americans with their U-2 toys? He had smirked and chortled when he produced Francis Powers with a flourish before the world. The discomfiture of poor Ike when he confronted him in Paris with solid evidence had to be seen to be believed. Ike refused to apologize of course. But Nikita had succeeded in making the Americans eat crow.
Not that it was the first time Nikita had beaten the Americans at their own game. He remembered how the West was shocked and stunned when he launched the Sputnik 1 into space on October 4, 1957. That lady, Clare Boothe, was moved by the beeps emitted by Sputnik to call it "an intercontinental outer-space raspberry" and a mockery of "a decade of American pretensions that the American way of life was a gilt-edged guarantee" of its national superiority.
And the sending up of the young boy, Yuri Gagarin? Ah, that was the cherry on the cake. The world loved this handsome boy, even though it squirmed at the political baggage he carried with him on his shoulders.
But the telegram in his hand now was the real crown of his political career. It carried the news of successful detonation of a 50 kiloton hydrogen bomb somewhere over Novaya Zemlya Island in the Arctic Sea.
Somebody said later that windows in homes as far away as Norway and Finland were shattered. The mushroom cloud rose to a height of 60 kilometers, and that's more than seven times higher than the highest mountain peak on earth, Everest. The ball of detonation "was powerful and arrogant, like Jupiter". The detonation went down as the "single-most powerful device ever utilized throughout the history of humanity." There was heard a "remote, indistinct and heavy blow, as if the earth has been killed!"
Hehehe. The blow was delivered by Nikita, my friend; the blow was delivered by none other than Nikita Khrushchev.
Yes, the telegram was clear and unambiguous. The test at Novaya Zemlya was a success. "Those participating in the tests have fulfilled the task of our Motherland". Nikita had detonated the King of Bombs. Nikita now Ruled the World.
The world observes the anniversary of Nikita's attempt to Rule the World, this day.