Dzhamaludin Kemirov rules the republic with an iron fist. His portraits are on the T-shirts of his guards and on the walls of the schools he built. His word means more than the laws of Russia. He can do anything: exalt and destroy, have mercy and grind into dust. He cannot do only one thing: curb the appetites of those who are ready to declare him a rebel and a terrorist if he does not share half of the gigantic gas project being carried out in the republic by a Western company with the latest technologies.