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The meeting took place in a warm comfortable hunting lodge two hundred miles from Helsinki, in a dense forest, not far from the Russian border. Members of the western wing of the Committee arrived here secretly, at different times. They came from eight countries, but a high-ranking official of one of the Finnish departments arranged everything in such a way that there was no entry stamp in their passports.

The people who sat around the huge rectangular table were influential people and held important positions in the governments of their countries. They had to meet before, without any precautions, and they had to trust each other, because they had no other choice. To ensure secrecy, each of them had their own code name.

At the meeting, which lasted nearly five hours, heated debates erupted.

Finally, the chairman proposed to put the issue to a vote. He got up and addressed the man sitting to his right:

- Sigurd?

- Balder?

“We're in too much of a hurry. If this becomes known, then our life ...

- Please, for or against?

- Against.

- Sigmund?

- Against. There is a danger that ...

- And I also vote for. The resolution was adopted. I will inform the Controller about this. I will pass on his recommendations to you on who is best suited for this task. Please take precautions and disperse at twenty minute intervals. Thank you gentlemen.

After two hours and forty-five minutes, the hunting lodge was empty. Several people approached him with cans and set it on fire. Flames fanned by the wind engulfed the structure.

When a fire brigade from a nearby town finally arrived, only smoldering embers hissed in the snow.

The assistant chief of the fire brigade walked over to the ashes, bent down and sniffed.

“Kerosene,” he said. - Arson.

The chief looked at the charred remains with a surprised face.

“Strange,” he muttered.

- I hunted in these places last week. There was no trace of a house here.

BOOK ONE

Washington DC

Stanton Rogers was simply created to become the President of the United States. He was a charming politician who enjoyed the love of the public and the support of influential friends. Unfortunately for Rogers, his libido put an end to his political career. Or as evil tongues said in Washington: "He fucked so hard that he flew out of the presidency."

By the way, Stanton Rogers did not imagine himself Casanova at all. On the contrary, before that fatal romance, he was an exemplary husband. He was a wealthy and attractive man, steadily moving up the career ladder to take the highest position. And although he had many opportunities to cheat on his wife, he did not pay attention to women at all.

Ironically, Stanton Rogers' wife, Elizabeth, was an intelligent and charming woman who shared almost all of his interests, while Barbara - the woman Rogers fell in love with and married after a scandalous divorce - was five years his senior. normal appearance and did not seem to have anything to do with him. Stanton was an athlete and Barbara hated physical exercises... Stanton was sociable, and Barbara preferred to spend time alone or in a close company. But those who knew Stanton Rogers were most surprised by their political differences. Stanton was a liberal while Barbara came from a family renowned for their arch-conservative traditions.

Paul Ellison, Stanton's closest friend, told him:

- You must have gone crazy, buddy! You and Liz fit together so well that you can get into the Guinness Book of Records as the most ideal couple. You cannot give up all this for a moment's pleasure.

- Enough, Paul! Stanton Rogers replied sharply. “I love Barbara and will marry her as soon as I get a divorce.

- Do you have any idea how this will affect your career?

- Half of all marriages in the country end in divorce. So everything will be all right.

However, he turned out to be a worthless prophet. The news of his divorce proceedings was heavenly manna for the press. The tabloid newspapers tried to squeeze the best out of this. They published stories of their secret dating along with pictures of the love nest. This went on for quite some time, and when the readers' interest faded, influential friends who supported Stanton Rogers simply disappeared. They found a new candidate for the winners - Paul Ellison.

It was a smart choice. Although Allison was not as attractive and charming as Stanton Rogers, he was smart, likeable, and with an unblemished reputation. Ellison was short, with an ordinary face, with blue eyes shining with sincerity. He had been married for ten years to the daughter of a major steel tycoon, and he and Alice were a loving couple.

Like Rogers, Paul Ellison graduated from Harvard Law School. They grew up together. Their parents rented for the summer common Home in Southampton, and the boys swam together, played baseball, and later went on dates together. At Harvard, they studied in the same group. Paul Ellison did well in all subjects, but Stanton Rogers was the brightest student. Stanton's father was a main partner at a prestigious Wall Street law firm, and when Stanton interned there during the holidays, he arranged for Paul to work with him. After graduating from law school, political star Stanton Rogers began to rise at a breakneck pace. And if he was a comet, then Paul Ellison was its train. The divorce changed everything. Now Stanton Rogers has become an appendage of Paul Ellison. The path to the top of fame took almost fifteen years. Ellison lost the Senate elections, but took the Senate seat in the next election and became a well-known and popular legislator a few years later. He fought against unnecessary government spending and fought the Washington bureaucracy. He was a populist and believed in the relaxation of international tensions. He was asked to give a speech in support of a president running for a second term. It was a brilliant passionate speech, after which they started talking about him in earnest. Four years later, Paul Ellison was elected President of the United States. The first thing he did was appoint Stanton Rogers as foreign affairs adviser.

Marshall McLugan's theory that television would turn the world into one big village has become a reality. The inauguration of the forty-second president of the United States was watched on satellite television in more than 190 countries.

At Black Rooster, a favorite meeting place for Washington journalists, Ben Cohn, a seasoned Washington Post reporter, sat at a table with four colleagues and watched the inauguration of the president on television.

“Because of this son of a bitch, I lost fifty dollars,” one of the journalists complained.

“I warned you not to bet against Ellison,” Ben Cohn grumbled. - Believe me, this guy knows how to bewitch people.

The camera showed huge crowds of people, wrapped in their coats, gathered on this cold January day on Pennsylvania Avenue. Thanks to the loudspeakers installed around, the audience was aware of the ceremony of the inauguration of the new president. Jason Merlin, Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, finished the ceremony and shook hands with the President. The President went to the microphone.

“Look at those frostbitten-assed idiots,” Ben Cohn said. - You know why they don't watch it all on TV at home like normal people?

- Why?

- Because this man is now making history. Someday all these people will tell their children and grandchildren that they stood next to Paul Ellison when he took the oath. And they will all boast, "I stood so close that I could touch him with my hand."

“You're a cynic, Kon.

- And I'm proud of it. All politicians are smeared with one world. They are all trying to change something. See, guys, our new president is a liberal and idealist. This is enough for any sane person to have nightmares. I have following definition liberal: this is a person who sits firmly on soft pillows.

In truth, Ben Cohn was not as cynical as it might seem. He followed the career of Paul Ellison from the very beginning, and when he began to climb the political ladder, Ben changed his mind about him. This politician did not agree with anyone. He was an oak tree in a willow grove.

Dedicated to George

We are all victims, Anselmo. Our destinies are predetermined by the cosmic lot, the winds of the stars and the fickle whirlwinds that blow from the mills of the gods.

G.L. Dietrich "Ultimate Destiny"

PROLOGUE

Perho, Finland

The meeting took place in a warm comfortable hunting lodge two hundred miles from Helsinki, in a dense forest, not far from the Russian border. Members of the western wing of the Committee arrived here secretly, at different times. They came here from eight countries, but a high-ranking official of one of the Finnish departments arranged everything in such a way that there was no entry mark in their passports.

The people who sat around the huge rectangular table were powerful people and held important positions in the governments of their countries. They had to meet before, without any precautions, and they had to trust each other, because they had no other choice. To ensure secrecy, each of them had their own code name.

At the meeting, which lasted nearly five hours, heated debates erupted.

Finally, the chairman proposed to put the issue to a vote. He stood up and addressed the man sitting on his right.

- Sigurd?

- Balder?

“We're in too much of a hurry. If this becomes known, then our life ...

- Please, for or against.

- Against.

- Sigmund?

- Against. There is a danger that ...

- And I also vote for. The resolution was adopted. I will inform the Controller about this. I will pass on his recommendations to you on who is best suited for this task. Please take precautions and disperse at intervals of twenty minutes. Thank you gentlemen.

After two hours and forty-five minutes, the hunting lodge was empty. Several people approached him with cans, poured kerosene over him and set him on fire. Flames fanned by the wind engulfed the structure.

When a fire brigade from a nearby town finally arrived, only smoldering embers hissed in the snow.

The assistant chief of the fire brigade walked over to the ashes, bent down and sniffed.

“Kerosene,” he said. - Arson.

The chief looked at the charred remains with a surprised face.

“Strange,” he muttered.

- I hunted in these places last week. There was no trace of a house here.

BOOK ONE

1

Washington DC

Stanton Rogers was simply created to become the President of the United States. He was a charming politician who enjoyed the love of the public and the support of influential friends. Unfortunately for Rogers, his libido put an end to his political career. Or, as evil tongues said in Washington: "He fucked so hard that he flew out of the presidential chair."

By the way, Stanton Rogers did not imagine himself Casanova at all. On the contrary, before that fatal romance, he was an exemplary husband. He was a wealthy and attractive man, steadily moving up the career ladder to take the highest position. And, although he had many opportunities to cheat on his wife, he did not pay attention to women at all.

Ironically, Stanton Rogers' wife, Elizabeth, was an intelligent and charming woman who shared almost all of his interests, while Barbara - the woman Rogers fell in love with and married after a scandalous divorce - was five years older than him. normal appearance and did not seem to have anything to do with him.

MILLS OF THE GODS

Sydney Sheldon

Dedicated to George

We are all victims, Anselmo. Our destinies are predetermined by the cosmic lot, the winds of the stars and the fickle whirlwinds that blow from the mills of the gods.
G.L. Dietrich
"Ultimate Destiny"

PROLOGUE
PERHO, FINLAND

The meeting took place in a warm comfortable hunting lodge two hundred miles from Helsinki, in a dense forest, not far from the Russian border. Members of the western wing of the Committee arrived here secretly, at different times. They came here from eight countries, but a high-ranking official of one of the Finnish departments arranged everything in such a way that there was no entry mark in their passports.
The people who sat around the huge rectangular table were powerful people and held important positions in the governments of their countries. They had to meet before, without any precautions, and they had to trust each other, because they had no other choice. To ensure secrecy, each of them had their own code name. At the meeting, which lasted nearly five hours, heated debates erupted.
Finally, the chairman proposed to put the issue to a vote. He stood up and addressed the man sitting on his right.
- Sigurd?
- Per.
- One?
- Per.
- Balder?
“We're in too much of a hurry. If this becomes known, then our life ...
- Please, for or against. - Against. - Frey?
- Per.
- Sigmund?
- Against. There is a danger that ...
- Thor?
- Per.
- Tyr?
- Per.
- And I also vote for. The resolution was adopted. I will inform the Controller about this. I will pass on his recommendations to you on who is best suited for this task. Please take precautions and disperse at intervals of twenty minutes. Thank you gentlemen.
After two hours and forty-five minutes, the hunting lodge was empty. Several people approached him with cans, poured kerosene over him and set him on fire. Flames fanned by the wind engulfed the structure.
When a fire brigade from a nearby town finally arrived, only smoldering embers hissed in the snow.
The assistant chief of the fire brigade walked over to the ashes, bent down and sniffed.
“Kerosene,” he said. - Arson. The chief looked at the charred remains with a surprised face.
“Strange,” he muttered.
- What?
- I hunted in these places last week. There was no trace of a house here.

PART ONE
Chapter 1
WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF COLOMBIA

Stanton Rogers was simply created to become the President of the United States. He was a charming politician who enjoyed the love of the public and the support of influential friends. Unfortunately for Rogers, his libido put an end to his political career. Or, as evil tongues said in Washington: "He fucked so hard that he flew out of the presidency." By the way, Stanton Rogers did not imagine himself Casanova at all. On the contrary, before that fatal romance, he was an exemplary husband. He was a wealthy and attractive man, steadily moving up the career ladder to take the highest position. And, although he had many opportunities to cheat on his wife, he did not pay attention to women at all.
Ironically, Stanton Rogers' wife, Elizabeth, was an intelligent and charming woman who shared almost all of his interests, while Barbara - the woman Rogers fell in love with and married after a scandalous divorce - was five years his senior. normal appearance and did not seem to have anything to do with him. Stanton was an athlete and Barbara hated exercise. Stanton was sociable, and Barbara preferred to spend time alone or in a close company. But those who knew Stanton Rogers were most surprised by their political differences. Stanton was a liberal while Barbara came from a family renowned for their arch-conservative traditions.
Paul Ellison, Stanton's closest friend, told him:
- You must have gone crazy buddy! You and Liz fit together so well that you can get into the Guinness Book of Records as the most ideal couple. You cannot give up all this for a moment's pleasure.
“Stop it, Paul,” Stanton Rogers said sharply. “I love Barbara and will marry her as soon as I get a divorce.
- Do you have any idea how this will affect your career?
- Half of all marriages in the country end in divorce. So everything will be all right.
However, he turned out to be a worthless prophet. The news of his divorce proceedings was heavenly manna for the press. The tabloid newspapers have tried to squeeze the best out of this. They published stories of their secret dating along with pictures of the love nest. This went on for quite some time, and when the readers' interest faded, influential friends who supported Stanton Rogers simply disappeared. They found a new candidate for the winners - Paul Ellison.

It was a smart choice. Although Allison was not as attractive and charming as Stanton Rogers, he was smart, likeable, and with an unblemished reputation. Ellison was short, with an ordinary face, with blue eyes shining with sincerity. He had been married for ten years to the daughter of a major steel tycoon, and he and Alice were a loving couple.
Like Rogers, Paul Ellison graduated from Harvard Law School. They grew up together. Their parents rented a shared house in Southampton for the summer, and the boys swam together, played baseball, and later went on dates together. At Harvard, they studied in the same group. Paul Ellison did well in all subjects, but Stanton Rogers was the brightest student. Stanton's father was a main partner at a prestigious Wall Street law firm, and when Stanton was interning there during the holidays, he arranged for Paul to work with him. After graduating from law school, political star Stanton Rogers began to rise at a breakneck pace. And if he was a comet, then Paul Ellison was its train. The divorce changed everything. Now Stanton Rogers has become an appendage of Paul Ellison. The path to the top of fame took almost fifteen years. Ellison lost the Senate elections, but took the Senatorial seat in the next election, and a few years later became a well-known and popular legislator. He fought against unnecessary government spending and fought the Washington bureaucracy. He was a populist and believed in the relaxation of international tensions. He was asked to give a speech in support of the president, who ran for a second term. It was a brilliant passionate speech, after which they started talking about him in earnest. Four years later, Paul Ellison was elected President of the United States. The first thing he did was appoint Stanton Rogers as foreign affairs adviser.

Marshall McLugan's theory that television would turn the world into one big village has become a reality. The inauguration of the President of the United States was watched on satellite television in more than 190 countries.

At Black Rooster, a favorite meeting place for Washington journalists, Ben Cohn, a seasoned Washington Post reporter, sat at a table with four colleagues and watched the inauguration of the president on television.
- Because of this son of a bitch I lost fifty dollars, complained one of the journalists. “I warned you not to bet against Ellison,” Ben Cohn grumbled. - Believe me, this guy knows how to bewitch people.
The camera showed huge crowds of people, wrapped in their coats, gathered on this cold January day on Pennsylvania Avenue. Thanks to the loudspeakers installed around, the audience was aware of the ceremony of the inauguration of the new president. Janson Merlin, Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, finished the ceremony and shook hands with the President. The President went to the microphone.
“Just look at those frostbitten-assed idiots,” Ben Cohn said. “Do you know why they don’t watch all this on TV at home, like normal people?
- Why?
- Because this man is now making history. Someday all these people will tell their children and grandchildren that they stood next to Paul Ellison when he took the oath. And they will all boast, "I stood so close that I could touch him with my hand."
“You're a cynic, Kon.
- And I'm proud of it. All politicians are smeared with one world. They are all trying to change something. See, guys, our new president is a liberal and idealist. This is enough for any sane person to have nightmares. I have the following definition of a liberal: a person who sits firmly on soft pillows.
In truth, Ben Cohn was not as cynical as it might seem. He followed Paul Ellison's career from the beginning, and as he climbed the political ladder, Ben changed his mind about him. This politician did not agree with anyone. He was an oak tree in a willow grove.
A cold rain poured down. "I hope this is not an omen for four years of his reign," thought Ben Cohn and looked closely at the TV screen.
“The President of the United States is a torch that the American people pass from hand to hand every four years. This torch is the most powerful weapon in the world. It is strong enough to incinerate all of humanity, but it can also serve as a beacon that will illuminate the path to the future for us and for the whole world. Today I am addressing not only our allies, but also the countries of the Soviet bloc. Now, as we enter the twenty-first century, I want to tell them that the time of confrontation is over and the words of one world must become reality. Any other path will lead to total destruction, and no country will emerge victorious. I am fully aware of the gap between us and the countries behind the Iron Curtain, so the most important goal of the current administration will be to build bridges across this gap.
True faith sounded in the president's words. “He really thinks so,” Ben Cohn decided. "Hope nobody shoots this guy."

It was a cold, chilly day in Junction City, Kansas, with so much snow that visibility on road 6 was almost nil. Mary Ashley was driving her pickup carefully down the middle of the highway, where the snowblowers were already in operation. Due to the blizzard, she was late for class. She drove slowly so that the car would not skid to the side.
The president's voice came from the radio: "... There are also many who, instead of bridges, offer to build fortress ditches. I answer them that we can no longer doom ourselves and our children to a global confrontation that will end nuclear war".
Mary Ashley thought, "I'm glad I voted for him. Paul Ellison is going to be a great president."
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, pushing her way through the white shroud.
In Saint-Croix, the sun was shining in a cloudless azure sky, but Harry Lanz was not going to go outside. He lay naked in bed in the arms of the Dolly sisters. Lanz suspected that they were not really sisters. Annette was a natural brunette and Sally was a blonde. He basically didn't give a damn, even if they were his blood relatives. Most importantly, they were masters of their craft, and Harry groaned in pleasure. An image of the president appeared on a television screen in the corner of the room.
"... Because I believe there is no problem that cannot be solved with goodwill on both sides. The concrete wall dividing Berlin and the" iron curtain "surrounding the pro-Soviet countries must fall."
Sally stopped her caresses to ask:
- Maybe I should turn off this damn TV?
- Leave it, I want to hear what he says.
Annette raised her head.
- Did you vote for him?
“Hey, you two, don't get distracted,” Harry Lanz shouted.
"As you know, three years ago, after the death of Romanian President Nicolae Ceausescu, Romania broke off diplomatic relations with the United States. I want to inform you that negotiations were held with the Romanian government and Romanian President Alexandru Ionescu agreed to restore diplomatic relations with our country."
The crowd on Pennsylvania Avenue roared with approval.
Harry Lanz sat up in bed so suddenly that Annette's teeth dug into his cock.
“Oh my God,” Lanz yelled. - I was circumcised a long time ago! Are you out of your mind?
- What are you doing, dear?
Lanz did not listen to her. All his attention was riveted on the TV screen.
"One of our first official acts," the president continued, will be the appointment of an ambassador to Romania. And this is just the beginning ... "

It was evening in Bucharest. It was suddenly warmer and the streets were full of people queuing in front of the shops.
Romanian President Alexandru Ionescu sat in his office in Pele, an old palace on Calea Victorei, with six of his aides. They listened to the president's speech over a shortwave receiver.
"... I am not going to dwell on this," the American president said. ...
On the radio, the crowd could be heard shouting enthusiastically. “The appointment of our ambassador to Romania will be the beginning of a worldwide program of“ people's diplomacy. ”Let us not forget that all mankind has the same origins, the same problems and the same destiny. us. Besides, we create them ourselves. "

In a closely guarded villa in Neuilly, a suburb of Paris, the leader of the Romanian revolutionary movement Marin Groza watched the President's speech on the second channel of French television.
"... I promise you that I will try my best and demand it from the rest."

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The famous American writer Sidney Sheldon once again captivates his reader with his original style of storytelling. He brilliantly creates an intriguing arrangement of his characters on negative and positive characters, but only at the very end reveals their real natures. This revelation comes as a big surprise to every reader, because throughout the entire story you were convinced of the opposite ...

The main character of the book Mary is a simple teacher who studies political situation in Romania. Mary is a kind, strong and strong-willed woman who lived in the small town of Junction City in Kansas and raised two beautiful children. But at one point, her life was destroyed by the intervention of a secret organization, which chose her as the main pawn in a big political game. What the mighty of this world will not do in order for their plan to come true. She is sent to Romania as an ambassador to realize her insidious plan.

As the story progresses, you begin to understand that the death of her husband and the forced circumstances were rigged the mighty of the world this. They had to get her consent by any means. But why, because she did not have diplomatic knowledge and at first made many mistakes. What is their intention?

Over time, Mary got involved in her work, built a diplomatic mission and was deeply imbued with the needs of the common population of the country. But it suddenly turns out that she and the children are in great danger. They became the target of a hitman in this deadly international political game.

As for the main villains? You will have to make every effort to find out: who is hiding behind the mask of the mysterious Controller, who is at the head of a secret organization; who hides behind the mask of the Angel of the Assassin; what is Rogers hiding and why is Mike behaving in an incomprehensible way? You can understand all this by reading the novel.

Sydney Sheldon masterfully describes the political situation in Romania and spins an incomparable intrigue between America and Eastern Europe... To relieve tension, the author dilutes the plot with funny moments. Reading the book "Mills of the Gods" is very interesting and easy, thanks to the skill of the author.

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