It feels like I’m watching a scene from a James Bond film.
Somewhere near Moscow, Russia’s president is up on stage being quizzed about the Apocalypse. The moderator reminds Putin he had once predicted that, after a nuclear war, Russians would go to heaven.
“We’re in no rush to get there, are we?” the moderator enquires hopefully.
There’s a long, uncomfortable pause. Seven seconds of silence.
“Your silence is worrying me,” the moderator says.
“It was meant to,” replies Putin with a chuckle.
