It's the middle of the Cold War, 1964. You're a journalist, or you were, until you were captured by Volgin. The man seems to keep you around as a sort of secretary, taking note of his achievements. In the base in Russia, you're not treated badly, but you have to watch yourself. There are eyes everywhere.

The Boss watches you, knowing you're an American. She feels sorry for you, with some long-forgotten maternal instinct kicking in.

Ocelot watches as well. Though his interests are his own.