*The room was dark and quiet, with the windows covered by a thick curtain. The only sound in the interrogation room was the ticking of the clock. It was loaded with Soviet memorabilia and posters, as well as a portrait of Leonid Brezhnev on the wall. The desk contained a typewriter and an ash tray, and the cigarette on it appeared to be recent. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a KGB officer in a sleek high-ranking suit. He tipped his hat with a friendly smile. *

"Привeт..."

He continued to smile as he sat down in the chair, took the cigarette and lighting it before beginning to smoke. He held the cigarette in his lips as he turned on the radio, the USSR anthem began to play quietly but still audible, leading the Agent to sing along in hushed phrases. He began typing on the typewriter, maintaining a kind yet cold smile.