"They don’t exist," Voroshilov said. "Oh, they did once. Years ago. All those millions your American government spent, little groups here, little groups there. Ugly little spinoffs from the Old Cold Days. But F.A.C.T. is just a front now, a fairy story. F.A.C.T. is a mask the data havens hide behind to shoot at each other." He made a pistol-pointing gesture. "Like the old Red Brigades, pop-pop-pop against NATO. Angolan UNITA, pop-pop-pop against the Cubans." He smiled. "So here we are, yes, we sit in these nice chairs, we drink this nice tea like civilized people. Because you stepped into the rubbish left over because your grandfather didn’t like mine."