In a quiet office deep within the capital, a group of elderly men—each one a figure capable of influencing the fate of nations—sat gathered around a screen.
What they were watching…
Left even them shaken.
A sharp intake of breath broke the silence.
"I thought he was offering timely help," one of them muttered. "But this… this isn't coal in the snow. He's delivering gold."
These were not ordinary men. Each of them stood at the very peak of power—individuals whose decisions could ripple across the globe.
And yet—
Faced with what Peter had just revealed—
Even they struggled to maintain composure.
Another elder chuckled, though his eyes gleamed with something deeper.
"As they say online," he remarked, "could this young man be a secret Party member? Delivering treasure straight to our doorstep… is he trying to submit his application early?"
Laughter rippled through the room.
But beneath it—
Was unmistakable excitement.
Because every single piece of equipment displayed aboard that warship…
Was enough to drive the entire world into a frenzy.
And yet—
Here they were.
Laid out casually.
As if they were nothing more than common goods.
"Send word to General Andrey," one of the senior leaders said decisively. "No matter the cost, we secure everything."
"With these technologies, our military strength will increase severalfold. Strategically… we will hold absolute initiative."
He paused briefly, then added—
"And ask Mr. Peter if he has any interest in changing his sides."
For someone like Peter—
They were more than willing to extend every possible branch.
Another leader shook his head slightly.
"I doubt he'll agree," he said. "Umbrella is at its peak. And with this deal added, he'll become the undisputed richest man in the world. His wealth will surpass that of many nations combined."
The first speaker waved a hand dismissively, smiling.
"That's beside the point."
"Whether he agrees or not… we must show our sincerity."
"Even if this deal didn't go through, goodwill would still matter. But now that it has?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"We build the relationship."
"Tell General Andrey to raise the offer by another twenty percent."
"A little extra money is nothing."
"These technologies are worth it."
"And more importantly…"
He tapped the table lightly.
"His friendship—is worth it."
The others nodded in agreement.
…
For years, they had endured technological blockades imposed by the West. Many critical technologies had to be developed from scratch—costing immense time, manpower, and resources.
Some, like nuclear fusion, had found success—on entirely different paths from the rest of the world.
But many others?
Had ended in failure.
Now—
A chance like this—
Was something they would never let slip away.
…
Back aboard the flagship in the White Sea, the demonstrations had concluded.
Peter and Felicia had been escorted to the captain's cabin to rest.
Meanwhile, General Andrey remained behind, communicating directly with the leadership in the capital, receiving final instructions.
"Yes… I understand."
"I'll handle it carefully."
"Please rest assured, I will do everything in my power."
The call ended.
General Andrey exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
As a soldier, he understood the value of what he had just witnessed better than anyone else.
These weren't just weapons.
They were—
A complete transformation of warfare.
And now—
With full backing from the highest levels—
His confidence was absolute.
Inside the captain's cabin, Peter sat calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He had heard everything.
And this…
Was exactly what he wanted.
Selling to Russia was never just about profit.
…
The United States and China was too arrogant. To them, his technology was merely an enhancement—not a necessity. Negotiations there would always be constrained, both in price and in conditions.
But here?
It was different.
Here—
He was delivering salvation in a storm.
And in return, he would receive not only greater profit…
But something far more valuable.
Trust.
Soon, General Andrey returned.
The formal negotiations began.
This time, the discussion grew more detailed, more precise—numbers, logistics, infrastructure, long-term cooperation.
Peter, however, stepped back.
He handed everything over to Felicia.
She was more than capable.
With Peter's guidance behind the scenes, and subtle signals from the capital influencing the tone, the negotiations proceeded with remarkable smoothness.
In the end—
The deal was struck.
A single contract.
Worth—
One trillion dollars.
It included one million laser rifles, along with ten million energy magazines—a long-term supply agreement. To support this, Umbrella would establish manufacturing facilities within Russia, with full cooperation from local authorities. And naturally, future demand for energy magazines would only continue to grow.
…
Then came the energy shield systems—the centerpiece.
The first phase would cover major cities: Moscow, Saint Petersburg, Novosibirsk, and Volgograd.
Umbrella would provide the experts.
Russia would supply the engineers.
Together, they would construct large-scale defensive shields.
Just those four cities alone—
Were valued at five hundred billion dollars.
Future expansions to other cities and key strategic locations?
That would be negotiated separately.
Beyond that—
There were also deals involving new energy technologies and advanced propulsion systems.
Individually smaller—
But collectively worth hundreds of billions more.
By the time everything was finalized—
Both sides were more than satisfied.
Peter gained massive capital, along with strong cooperation—favorable conditions for factories, labor, and infrastructure. Umbrella would enter a phase of explosive growth far ahead of schedule.
Russia—
Gained something even greater.
Access to technology that could redefine its future.
For now, the world remained at peace.
But if war ever came—
The shockwaves would be felt across the entire globe.
And standing at the center of it all—
Was a young man who had just reshaped the balance of power… with a single deal.
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