He walked to the liquor cabinet and poured two cups of tea.
He pushed one cup to the edge of the table.
"Sit down, Barzani."
Barzani did not move.
"I order you to sit down," Masoud commanded.
Barzani finally pulled out a chair, sat down heavily, and then took the teacup and drank it all in one go.
"There's been progress on the Baghdad side."
Masoud also took a sip of the drink, the amber liquid swirled in the glass.
"Song Heping has set conditions, very harsh, but not unnegotiable. The Abu You Brigade is to be reincorporated and treated like the regular army; Abu You himself will take a position in the military department of the committee, and additionally, support Samir's integration plan."
Barzani suddenly looked up: "Did you agree?"
