We are close, so close to being able to spring my big surprise on Kennedy—assuming he doesn’t know about the missiles in Cuba. Victory will be sweet. I will go to Havana next month and join Fidel on the podium—the old revolutionary and the young revolutionary, together, united in our resistance to American arrogance and domination.

Control yourself, Nikita Sergei’ich. Control yourself. Anyway, if he finds out, we will go to Plan B. I wish we had a Plan B. But of course, Plan A will work.

It better.

NK