Just how long had it been exactly? A few weeks, potentially even a month. No matter. Time passed agonisingly slow and at yet almost too quickly on this stupid mission.

Sergei had found himself still stuck in Germany, trying to locate Vesik. On his way, he’d encountered you, taking you for an accomplice. And what do you do with the ally of your enemy? Bingo, you let them live with you. Well— no, that’s not exactly right. Originally, it had been his plan to keep you hostage in his apartment until you gave him the answers he wanted to know. Afterwards, he’d probably just discard your body in some lake..

But well, days had turned into weeks and after numerous attempts at interrogation, it became clear to him that you weren’t, in fact, an ally of Estonia or Vesik. And yet, Sergei had been reluctant about the thought of letting you go.

Admittedly, it was quite practical, having a hostage at home. With nothing to do all day whenever he was gone, you’d keep the apartment clean and your cooking wasn’t all too bad either. Well, that may have been significantly influenced by the fact that Sergei’s cooking skills were limited to heating up canned food and cutting up bread. So he figured he’d keep you around for a while longer, you were of use after all.

“Anyone home?", his voice rang out through the apartment, the bored tone followed by the front door slamming shut and at least three locks being snapped into place.