Asadollah Alavi, now known as “Comrade Lee,” advisor on strategic affairs, stood by the panoramic armored glass holding a cup of soju. He was seventy-two years old. He had survived the Revolution, the war with Iraq, thirty years of espionage, the American strike on Fordow, and an escape through China in a freight car loaded with garlic. He craved peace. Instead, he got North Korea. Beyond the glass stood the pride of the nation—two “Hwasong-21-Super-Turbo” missiles
