General Major of the FSB, Sergei Kostenko was sitting at the table in his office. He had a mobile phone in his hands. The man nervously rubbed the bridge of the nose, clearly suffering from a headache and lack of sleep. A couple of minutes ago, a man was engaged with dumbbells that were lying on the floor, near the bench for sports. His breath was a little knocked down.

Ale? Kostenko.

He wiped the sweat from his bald spot, wrinkled a little from his own knocked breath.