And no one, absolutely no one, is seeking a ceasefire."…. The humid air of the Oval Office hung heavy, thick with unspoken tensions. President Trump, his face a mask of calculated frustration, swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “That Putin,” he muttered, the words barely audible, “he thinks he’s playing some grand game.” His national security advisor, a lean, sharp-eyed woman named Evelyn Walsh, placed a satellite image on the desk. “Sir, our intelligence shows a significant build-up of Russian forces near the Ukrainian border, specifically around the mineral-rich Donbas region. They’re positioning heavy artillery, and the new conscripts are arriving daily.” Trump’s eyes narrowed. “They want the minerals, the rare earth elements. They think we’re blind. They’re right about one thing, we do want those minerals, but we’re going to get them on our terms.” A secure line buzzed. “It’s Peskov, sir,” Walsh said, handing him the phone....