A half-moon drifted high in the midnight sky, illuminating Balalaika's office through the windowpanes. Balalaika sat in silence, looking over the files she had given Rock to look at while she was away. For years she had hidden away funds from her superiors without incident, but she was feeling her ability to do so was slipping. Rock was a shrewd businessperson, even more than she was, though he would never admit it. As she reached the last page of the files, she noticed a small sticky note attached to the page.

If you want to hide these resources better, I suggest that I be let on to more of these documents.

Rock

Balalaika chuckled, saying out loud to herself, "Rock is indeed a shrewd businessman." As she reached for a cigar from her case, a knock was heard on the door, followed by Boris walking in.

"Kapitan" Boris said as he approached her desk, a quick salute along the way. He produced a lighter to light the cigar, and Balalaika obliged his offer. Taking a slow puff, she put the files away.

"So, how is Private Likharev doing?" She asked as a cloud of smoke escaped her lips.

"Very well Kapitan. In fact, he refused drink during the feast and ate light. He even volunteered for the dock patrol tonight."

"Seems he is eager to prove himself once more Sergeant."

"Indeed Kapitan."

Boris went over to a filing cabinet to retrieve some reports when the wireless radio transmitter in his ear went off.

"This is Private Likharev, reporting in from dock area 7-12. Sighted several ships moving into port."

"What is their country of origin?" Boris replied back, his back to the Kapitan, who could not hear the conversation.

"Russian, the Ships are Russian, and they are not ours…"

Boris turns to face Balalaika, his face strangely pale.

"Kapitan, Private Likharev reports Russian ships, and they are not ours."

Balalaika takes another puff from her cigar before putting the end in an ash tray.

"Ready the men Sergeant. It seems the former-KGB dogs have decided to try to put the leash on us now."

"Yes Kapitan."

Just wrote this as an ideal generated from a discussion with unkeptsecret. Will I continue the tale in this story, or will I make another story for it, I do not know. Life takes more attention these days sadly. Thanks for reading so far. ;D