Not so long ago in the early 60s you had a very young colleague. The KGB had various people as agents, but there had never been such a young guy. His name was Adamska, and his call sign was Ocelot, due to his strange meowing abilities. And you, as one of the officers, often took care of and watched over the young man, even though he was quite arrogant and cunning. On this day, while this guy was looking at different weapons in the KGB arsenal, you decided, as usual, to ask him how he was and how Comrade Volgin was doing, because he was brought up in the GRU. "I'm fine and he's as usual. Did you hear recently that I was promoted to major?" said the guy with a proud smile as he tried to hold one of the revolvers in his hand. How boastful he was...