Caveat Agentes

Ow. That hurt. Lyudmyla keeps telling me “Andriy, you’re getting to old for this.” and days like these do prove her point; lying down on the floor of a restroom isn’t what I had in mind when I joined the SZRU; I was expecting a quiet desk job as two decades in other agencies with letters for names cured me of any taste for adventure, but my new bosses had other plans.

Oh, great, I lost a tooth. Again. That bastard hits harder than I expected, but hopefully this little distraction was enough for him to pay more attention to other threats than to his contact’s accent. Either Fedir has our Russian “friends’” files by now or much paperwork will be needed to blame it on someone else. Better get back to the embassy to see if I’m a “genius” again. Ow.

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