## 2018:5:13:20:02 - Internet: Anonymous Hackers Forum, Messaging Room
"I've found a polar bear."
"How's the weather in Sweden?"
"Icy with a pinch of fresh air."
"Ask away!"
"Anyone know of Evan Yeltsin, psychologist?"
"More info?"
"Tall, thin, smooth talker."
"Not helpful."
"Bureau of Psychological Health, Section C?"
...
"No one by that name in their records."
"Not even new?"
"Never. The staff database is public... to us crackers, at least. :)"
"Ok, thanks."
## 2018:05:15:17:01 - Real Life: 23rd Division Headquarters, Moscow, Russia
It was nearing the end of a long day for the average worker, but for Evgeni, the work was just beginning. On the table before him were an unsorted array of papers - printouts, copier paper with scribbled notes, and college-ruled sheets with bulleted lists bearing critical information.
In a mere week, Evgeni had already acquired a handful of informants. At the top of his list of informants was the girl he had met in the hospital, Anastasia Yashenko. She was hiding information still, Evgeni suspected this was because she thought that he - being a doctor - might take away her fun. She could continue to have her fun, he thought, and it would be beneficial for him if she did so. From now on, her network connection would be tapped, and unless she knew of a means of hiding her internet browsing, it wouldn't be long before he had traced her fun little game back to its source... somewhere in the snow, he dreamed.
The next informant was the housemaid of the Yashenko's residence, from whom he learned that Anastasia's uncle Dasomov had called mere minutes before the discovery of Anastasia's trauma. Granted, the phone call was about some competition business, but it was made out to be urgent.
"He could be the culprit," said Evgeni, grinning to himself. His smile faded for a moment when he remembered the nature of the citizens of the country he was in. This was a land of hackers. Anyone could be the culprit. It was possible that the popularity of this game had already spread far and wide before Boris heard wind of it. Still, this Dasomov might provide a clue as to its whereabouts. After all, the dossier on Dasomov showed him to be a security expert, so naturally, he would be good at hiding things. However, no security expert concerned with keeping this source code a secret would be so foolish as to contact another member over the phone. In fact, Dasomov may have given the code to his niece directly. Therefore, Evgeni presumed that if Dasomov did have some knowledge of the code, he might be readily willing to inform anyone interested in playing the game. And if he didn't know, then his answer would be a nonchalant apology. In any case, this Dasomov deserved a visit.
"Casual or secretive?" said Evgeni to himself. Coming as KGB would be too frightening. His identity with Anastasia was already established, so there was no chance he could ask for the game through her unless he altered his persona and pretended to be a mad doctor in love with games. Until he had pinpointed his top suspects, there was no reason to expose his identity so soon, but if he sent someone else to do the job, he wouldn't be able to gauge whether or not he had exposed the fact that the KGB was watching. "Looks like I have no choice," he finally admitted. Tomorrow morning, he would take a train to Saratov.
