It was happening.A shrill alarm shattered the silence. The night of September 26, 1983, had become suddenly and unbearably heavy in a Soviet command center buried deep in a dark forest south of Moscow.One man sat at his post in the bunker, his eyes fixed on the blinking screens. The deadliest warning known to man was flashing red in his face.One of the Soviet Union’s most classified intelligence operations that had brought him here. It was a warning so valuable – so secret – that he had no choice but to do one thing. Yet, this man was no president, no dictator, not even a general. Just a cog in an insane Soviet machine. And now, the power to destroy the world had fallen into his hands.