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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.

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

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

— Come in.
a heavy voice came from behind the door.
Inside there was a smell of cigarette smoke that she 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, she couldn’t break you, get the truth.
The hints became louder, but you didn’t even flinch, your blood was boiling inside, now she’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 Asvin Dyumin, I swear on my last 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, she's close.