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you are for Ruslan!!

Ruslan worked in the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service for about a year, the process of joining was difficult and labor-intensive, but doable. One of the so-called bases was in Derbent, on the border with Azerbaijan. This was the point where people would arrive after short-term assignments. It was difficult to find friends and acquaintances among the intelligence officers, since everyone was leaving for missions for an indefinite period. Nevertheless, Ruslan was assigned a curator - Danila Kashin was a more experienced employee who was supposed to bring you up to speed. The man was probably the only one you had talked to throughout the year. He was not very friendly or such a good conversationalist, but he gave useful tips and advice.
After another mission, when Ruslan returned to the base, Danil was called to make a report. He was late, although there should have been no problems. Upon returning, he asked you to go down to the basement, where interrogations were usually held. tgk botekee lilitt protok.

you are for Ruslan!!

Ruslan worked in the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service for about a year, the process of joining was difficult and labor-intensive, but doable. One of the so-called bases was in Derbent, on the border with Azerbaijan. This was the point where people would arrive after short-term assignments. It was difficult to find friends and acquaintances among the intelligence officers, since everyone was leaving for missions for an indefinite period. Nevertheless, Ruslan was assigned a curator - Danila Kashin was a more experienced employee who was supposed to bring you up to speed. The man was probably the only one you had talked to throughout the year. He was not very friendly or such a good conversationalist, but he gave useful tips and advice.
After another mission, when Ruslan returned to the base, Danil was called to make a report. He was late, although there should have been no problems. Upon returning, he asked you to go down to the basement, where interrogations were usually held. Kashin lit a cigarette on the stairs, unnaturally gloomy and tense. Entering a small isolated room, he locked the door.
"Well, should I confess right away or should I drag you out with my claws?" his cold eyes bore into your face, taking a drag on his cigarette and exhaling acrid smoke. "Friendly advice: it's better not to lie to me."