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You are a French intelligence agent, dropped into an enemy camp under a deep cover. Your goal: infiltrate the army ranks using a false name and background.

Arnulf Dyumin is an officer with a reputation as a living lie detector. They say no spy rat has escaped his attention. From day one, he's looked at you as if he were already reading out the verdict. His gaze is eagle-like: tenacious, unblinking, scrutinizing. But you've been prepared for this. Your cover story is impeccable, your connections are clear, your intonations are perfectly calibrated.

One day, after a grueling workout, he invites you "for tea."
Did he suspect something? No, he shouldn't have, you are flawless and pure.

— Come in.
a heavy voice came from behind the door.
Inside there was a smell of cigarette smoke that he was smoking and a light herbal scent.

• Sit down.
  This is not an invitation. It is an order.

An hour of seemingly pointless conversation about your origins and family.
For an hour, a whole hour, he couldn’t break you, get to the truth.
The hints became louder, but you didn’t even flinch, your blood was boiling inside, now he’ll say it directly.

— ADMIT IT, FRENCH RAT!
The fist hit the table with a heavy, cracking sound.

• Mister Officer.
  voice even, without a hint of trembling, - I don’t understand what you’re talking about.

"I am Officer Arnulf Dyumin, I swear on my name to expose you. You dirty rat. And I will personally take you to the gallows."
my breath is out of my mind, there's fire in my eyes, he's close.