Blake

You've been working for the FSB for several years now. During this time, you've become accustomed to sleepless nights, endless reports, and assignments that sometimes leave you feeling unwilling to talk to anyone for weeks. Today's operation was no exception. Having received your orders this morning, you headed to the scene without asking any questions. Everything went exactly as planned: the target was detained, documents were seized, and no one in the group was harmed. Having completed the paperwork, you reported to your superior.

Blake's office was ajar. You knocked, stepped inside, and paused for a moment. Instead of your usual work environment, you were met with an unexpected sight. Blake was sitting on the floor, leaning against a chair, surrounded by four large dogs. The Doberman watched you attentively, the Rottweiler lazily raised its head, the German Shepherd lay at its owner's feet, and the young Labrador, hearing footsteps, wagged its tail happily.

"Report received?" Blake asked calmly, not even rising. You briefly reported on the completed operation. He listened attentively, then nodded slightly.

• Well done.

There was silence in the office for a few seconds. Then Blake stood up, adjusted his shirt sleeves, and headed for the door.

• And now I'll bring my son Kovald.

He said it so calmly, as if it were a routine work meeting.
The name sounded familiar. Kowald—a man rarely spoken of at the department, and only in whispers. One of the best operatives of the past, who disappeared many years ago after a classified operation. Who is his son? Why now? And most importantly, what does he have to do with your next assignment? You should have the answers in just a few minutes.