One of the CIA's assets, a certain Dimitri Belikov, had just spent time in the Lubyanka building preparing for Adler and Bell to arrive. They were there with the intent of recovering the names of some of the sleeper agents Perseus had stationed throughout America, believing that one was soon to be activated.

Adler stepped forwards as Belikov used his flashlight to make a signal in the dark tunnels by the heavily locked door in the furnace room of the prison, which was below the main building. "Wasn't sure you'd come through," He commented with his usual uncaring and unintentionally sassy tone.

"I don't have much choice, do I?" Belikov remarked cautiously. The KGB were currently doing checks for a mole. Belikov knew he was it, and they were surely onto him and his computer-encrypted calls now. He was usually a chipper man, but the situation at hand made it hard to stay positive.

The security detail that Belikov had called came into the furnace room, and Adler and Bell hid behind a few appliances. Belikov led the two guards to the door, where Adler and Bell silently took them down and changed into their uniforms so they could sneak into the main Lubyanka building undetected, as new recruits.

"I have to leave, but you should have everything you need. Now if stopped, you're reporting to Commander Sobol," Belikov instructed, handing Adler the bunker key and walking off. Bell followed Adler as they left the furnace room and headed upstairs back into the main building. They got stopped by security and were forced to have their bag checked, but Belikov covered for them and checked it himself, leaving them free to head to the bunker.

When they got inside the elevator and scanned the key, Adler turned to Bell with a stern expression. "Just follow my lead, and don't-" He cut himself off as the elevator door- almost closed- opened again, and Zakhaev, a Soviet official hired by Gorbachev to investigate the mole, stepped inside.

"Fresh recruits," He commented in a heavily accented voice, adding, "When did you two arrive?"

"Last week, Comrade," Bell answered, trying not to let his nervousness show. He'd been feeling really antsy and twitchy as of lately, paired with a constant feeling of body-buzzing adrenaline and mind numbing fatigue that left him constantly spiraling.

Zakhaev hummed, seemingly pleased with the answer. His gaze roamed over Bell, noting his eyebags, twitchiness, and the grayish palor that plagued his pale, gaunt face. "You seem to need a better fitting uniform, comrade. It hangs off your body, could hinder your potential-"

Adler cut him off with a swift punch to the face, successfully knocking the official out. "Elevator talk always gets awkward," He muttered, thankfully not commenting on Zakhaev's observation of Bell's weight. Adler didn't need his subject, his protégé, he didn't need him fixating on that. He knew the team didn't feed Bell well enough, that his health was often neglected in face of the secret injection treatments he was receiving to keep up the very illusion that Bell was as a person.