Mission Implausible: The Hunt on Moscow’s Arbat for a Double-Crossing Master Mole and His Murky Minions
1. Introduction to a Tall Tale of Espionage
[writing tip: a story needs a main character with a mission]
At the considerable risk of spilling vital national secrets of the world’s two foremost nuclear powers, I hereby clear my cluttered conscience and disclose a sort of sordid incident from my chess-and-checkered past. Suspend your copious incredulity, dear reader, for truth is stranger than fiction.
(The Russians gave me a bulldog to assist me.I code-named him "Boris."
But I didn't trust him. His collar was bugged, and not just with fleas.
On the other hand, he was a fascinating conversationalist
whose Russian was superb
One of his ancestors foiled an assassination plot against Peter the Great
by going undercover with a group of Cossacks. He disguised himself as a horse.)
2. The Obligatory Hooligan Scene
[writing tip: a story needs conflict]
When I reached the famous lane, I immediately encountered trouble—a handful of soft and furry toughs on the hard streets of Moscow. Definitely mercenaries of the mole. Dressed up as cutesy cartoon characters, they played nice and cozy at first, sidling up to me and my son like Santa Claus solicitors at a charity dinner. But I kept my piano-playing fingers firmly wrapped around my wallet.
3. The Obligatory Female Love Interest
[writing tip: many stories benefit from a subplot, especially a romantic one]
Though usually impervious to femme fatales, I did divert my poor, beguiled eyes to look upon a Russian doll of full Siberian proportions, who proudly stood within a window of a shop, flaunting her considerable talents for all the world to see. I coveted this cute, curvaceous cuddlemonger and cried within my melting masculine heart, “She shall be mine!”
4. The Obligatory Encounter with Another Agent
[writing tip: some stories could use more than one subplot;
or, alternatively, a focal character could use an ally now and then]
I knew from the run-in with the fulsome femme fatale that I was getting close to the mole's infamous lair, but I was distracted once more when I ran into my long-lost brother, Michael.
5. The Obligatory Dramatic and Danger-Loaded Climax
[writing tip: end your story with a climax and a resolution]
Anyway, to make a short story shorter, I finally tracked down a muddle-minded munchkin minion masquerading as a master maven marketer in Moscow’s major mecca for macho American money-spending tourists like myself.
a cunning, conniving, creamy-smooth cutthroat,
squishy on the outside with poison on the inside.
I assigned him the code name "Twinkie.")
But I stayed behind in Moscow, of course, for the sake of Annushka.
unless you're armed with light sabers and nuclear hand grenades.)
at the CIA station house, which at the time was disguised as a McDonald's.
He used me, I used him, we double-crossed each other—it's all just business, nothing personal, standard operating procedure, the way the game is played in the big leagues.)