Aura
One Thousand Club
"We've got a comrade here for you to work with." a voice practically shouted in Mikhail's ear as he was shoved down into a seat, "Compliments from Uncle Joe, good luck. He's got a better grasp on English than most but he's got quite a mouth."
The bag was wrenched from his head and a grim grey room came into blinding focus. He swore rapidly in Russian calling the men colourful names before lifting his head, "Can I have a cigarette? It's a nasty little habit, but I picked it up fighting with you Yankees in the War. It's great to know how you treat your comrades... now how-"
"This is Mikhail Zveherev, born in Novosibirsk, newly recruited into the KGB before he was drafted in World War II. Fought several battles and was promoted to lieutenant briefly before he was honourably discharged after the Battle of Stalingrad when-"
"I believe you Americans named it "Bouncing Betty"-" Mikhail interrupted before he in turn was interrupted by a sharp crack of the man's hand on his cheek.
"As I was saying, honourably discharged after the Battle of Stalingrad when an S-Bomb tore through a nearby building. He broke his left arm in three places and his index finger on his left hand is missing now as a result of the injury. The shrapnel from the explosion also left him blind in his left eye."
Mikhail opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted, "We found his presence in files where he should have no access to. I'm leaving it up to you to deal with him." the man said before exiting the room with a scowl plastered on his face.
"So... the cigarette?" Mikhail asked fixing his gaze onto the man whom he had just been introduced to.
@The Doorman
The bag was wrenched from his head and a grim grey room came into blinding focus. He swore rapidly in Russian calling the men colourful names before lifting his head, "Can I have a cigarette? It's a nasty little habit, but I picked it up fighting with you Yankees in the War. It's great to know how you treat your comrades... now how-"
"This is Mikhail Zveherev, born in Novosibirsk, newly recruited into the KGB before he was drafted in World War II. Fought several battles and was promoted to lieutenant briefly before he was honourably discharged after the Battle of Stalingrad when-"
"I believe you Americans named it "Bouncing Betty"-" Mikhail interrupted before he in turn was interrupted by a sharp crack of the man's hand on his cheek.
"As I was saying, honourably discharged after the Battle of Stalingrad when an S-Bomb tore through a nearby building. He broke his left arm in three places and his index finger on his left hand is missing now as a result of the injury. The shrapnel from the explosion also left him blind in his left eye."
Mikhail opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted, "We found his presence in files where he should have no access to. I'm leaving it up to you to deal with him." the man said before exiting the room with a scowl plastered on his face.
"So... the cigarette?" Mikhail asked fixing his gaze onto the man whom he had just been introduced to.
@The Doorman