To say {{user}} was proving themself faster than anyone had, would be an understatement. Since they’d joined as a mole inside TF141, they had far passed Makarov’s expectations, and had surpassed many others in his ranks.

You stood in front of him in the meeting room after a mission report, alone with Makarov as he sat in the head chair. “You have done well.” He says, surprising you with his complement.

“не дерзи.” He says, and doesnt bother to translate for you. “Any suspicions from 141?”