"On this day, thirty years after your father entrusted you to me."
Masood's voice was full of bitterness.
"You're going to kill me with your own hands? Using the political cunning I taught you, the power and status I gave you, and the unreserved trust I've placed in you for the past thirty years... to pave this path to the Netherworld for me?"
Barzani's facial muscles twitched violently.
He suddenly turned his head, with a fire burning in his eyes, a fire that was almost mad. At that moment, all disguises, all hesitations were burned away.
"I have no other choice!"
