Short: The Spin of A Bullet.

SThe old man's wrinkled finger curled around the trigger of the gun, the metal was damp from the humidity and the man's sweat. For what seemed like the thousandth time, his cold, gray eyes slightly touched the lens of his scope. He had done this countless times, he had done it in Siberia in his training camp, decades ago. He had sniped in countless Russian conflicts, he had done the same in Europe, Australia, Asia. Even in South America he had taken shots at the opposers of his nation's beliefs. Yet this job, which he would carry out in the United States, was his greatest task yet.

The Motherland wanted one thing for the United States, they wanted chaos and anarchy. They wanted the president, John F. Kennedy dead. The old man knew this could be his last shot, he, Vasily Zaytsev, legendary soviet sniper and WWII veteran, was getting too old for this. He knew that at this old age the police could easily aprehend him if they found out who he was.

Yet even he could not imagine what was going to happen next. He had his gun trained on Kennedy, he was waiting for exactly the right moment, when suddently a shot echoed through the streets. Good. Now some other conspiracy could be blamed for his death and not the Russian goverment. He took a deep breath, and then he pulled the trigget