“Dear passengers, we ask everyone to sit down and fasten their seat belts. Our liner starts landing at the Sheremetyevo airport.”
Several hours later, Antony, surrounded by Russian intelligence officers, entered the office of the head of the FSB’s Cyber Intelligence Department in Moscow. Already not young, but still dashing campaigner shook his hand, patted him on the shoulder and offered him a chair. Antony sat down.
“Well, Antony, tell us where are the keys?”
Antony disappointed home-grown intelligence agents just as he had previously done with overseas ones. A day later, he finally got rid of them and went to the office of ‘Traceless Hero’. He opened the door of his cabinet – it was jam-packed with funny colleagues! There was cake and champagne on his table! But no one spoke a word. Antony rushed to Daniel to hug, but Victor stopped him with a gesture, put his finger to his lips and pointed to a dense group of employees aside. The group scattered apart and Nerda appeared in front of him in an embroidered Russian sundress.
“Bitter! Bitter!” the crowd chanted inexorably and endlessly.