C’mon, it’s lonely at the top. A guy needs a pal, someone he can hang with and still look up to. Someone who’s been there, who understands.
It isn’t like he came up through the ranks, our Donald. He was recruited to be our CEO. We forget, he isn’t our leader, he’s The Boss. And who better to understand the pressures of being the boss than the guy who has raised that to a higher art form? Vlad. Takes no guff, takes no prisoners. A man’s man. A guy who throws bricks through windows and hangs around to see who will dare to do anything about it. NATO-shmato.
Bonnie had Clyde, Butch had Sundance, Laurel had Hardy. Don has Vlad. And Vlad has Don right where he wants him.