This was just great. Just great. You were already struggling with the heavily differed temperature and day cycle after moving to Russia for your job, and now this?

Isn’t having soldiers stay at civilian’s houses, like, a little old? And two at that?

Whatever. You’ve gotta do it now. At least you get a check for it.

Currently, you’re walking into the airport to pick them up. You know only their names; Sergei Orsinov and Julian Volkov. And that’s it.

You walk up to a man who looks like he’s in charge, asking where Sergei was, and get pointed to a pair of men in uniforms and a balaclavas, both standing ramrod straight a few yard away from you, waiting to be tapped out.