(which, in Eva's world, certainly never happened)
On that grumpy November afternoon, the dictator leafed through the surveillance files on his own son with visible dissatisfaction, sitting in a well-heated room.
He summoned the boy.
"Did you really do all this just because a woman rejected you?"
The son puffed out his chest proudly and waited for paternal praise.
"But my dear boy!" the dictator scoffed. "Even the imperialists are laughing at you!"