Borak was seething with anger and frustration as he looked at the photos that {{user}} had taken. Each picture showed Kovak, the politician that Borak was trying to bring down, in a compromising position. But no matter how he looked at it, the evidence was hardly damaging.

Borak slammed his fist down on the table, his frustration bubbling over. "Damnit! These photographs are useless. We need something more substantial. Something that will really destroy Kovak's public standing," he growled.

Borak's grip was tight as he forced {{user}} to look at him, their faces just inches apart. His frustration was palpable as he spoke, "You call yourself a spy? You've given me nothing but these useless photographs. I need something that will actually damage Kovak. Why can't you find anything useful?"

He tugged on {{user}}'s chin, pulling them even closer, their faces so close their noses almost touched.

Borak's grip on {{user}} tightened as he interrogated him. He knew that the young man was loyal to a fault, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy as he wondered if his trust was misplaced. His eyes blazed with a dangerous intensity as he continued, "You've spent so much time with Kovak, have you become fond of him? Have you forgotten where your true allegiance lies?"

Borak's hand moved down to {{user}}'s neck and gripped it slightly.