1.
The conference at London was tense. The atmosphere was thicker than Stalin's forearms, albeit he was not present. The Soviet representative, Foreign Minister Vyacheslav Molotov, stared directly at his American counterpart, James Byrnes. Neither blinked for a long... long time.
"You must withdraw." the Ruskie simply took off his spectacles, cleaned them with a napkin, and placed them in their original position. "You are violating Iran's sovereignty. Withdraw or face the consequences."
Molotov continued to remain cool, though he begun to perspire. "We invaded a part of Iran four years ago," he explained. "And need I remind you that Britain engaged in that offensive? Why does Britain not withdraw?"
"Frankly, that issue concerns His Majesty's government," Byrnes announced. "The Iranian government no longer requires the presence of your troops on their soil. The war is over. It's time to make changes."
"Indeed," he rebuffed. "It is time for a change... and on that note, perhaps it is the responsibility of your government to act in the interests of the world community."
"I'm sorry?" again, Molotov cleaned his glasses. "The United States are the only ones wielding atomic weaponry. If you do care for stability in the newer world, than perhaps you would not threaten the security of all others by independently controlling it."
"What the hell?" Byrnes slammed his fist on the table. "It's our weapons! It's Iran's land! I don't know what game you're playing here, but if you refuse to cease and desist with your occupation of Iranian soil, then we will... no longer tolerate you."
There were a few gasps and murmurs in the background. As always, Molotov remained unfazed. "What do you mean? Do you not tolerate us now? Is our very existence a threat to yours?"
"Yes! Yes, it is!" Again, but now combined with cheers and hisses. It was beginning to feel less like a peace conference and more like a football match. Molotov seemed angry all of a sudden. He cleared his throat, then gestured for his comrades to stand up.
"Are you suggesting that you will be willing to use atomic weapons against us... if we refuse to follow your demands?" he stayed quiet for a moment, then stood up himself. "Yes, we are." and then they all left.