United Kingdom

It was 1993.
You woke up on a ship, in a small cabin that smelled of fresh baked goods. The cabin was furnished with expensive furniture bolted to the floor, and a small tray with rum and fruit sat on the bedside table. Judging by the voices, two men were standing outside the door. Both spoke English, but one of them switched to Russian, speaking with a slight English accent. After about 13 minutes of quiet discussion, a third man joined them, his voice quite familiar, speaking fluent Russian with almost no accent. Then one of the three entered the cabin; his footsteps echoed on the expensive parquet floor. The door slowly opened with a creak, revealing a rather proud figure in the doorway.
The silence was broken by Britain's quiet, slightly hoarse voice.
Ah... you're awake. Very good. A hint of mockery was audible in the Briton's voice as he approached with slow, heavy steps.