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1952, July, Ukraine:
Two men stood watch in a dark hall, leaning against the dirty brick walls and passing a cigarette back and forth. The first, the taller one, spoke.
"Где ты ее нашел?"
[Where did you find her?]
The second one, the shorter one, chuckled and responded.
"Она попыталась подняться на корабль, ее узнал капитан, с которым мы работаем. Мы послали Актив, чтобы забрать ее."
[She tried to board a ship, got recognized by the captain, who we work with. We sent The Asset to pick her up.]
" Хорошо, что она выглядит так, как она выглядит, а?"
[Good thing she looks like she looks, then, huh?]
The taller one let out a noise of complaint as his companion leaned over to smack him upside the head.
"Заткнись, не думай об этом так. Не позволяйте Мише слышать, как вы так говорите, вас застрелят, так что никого не должно волновать, что вы, черт возьми, промахнетесь, потому что считаете оружие сексуальным."
[Shut up, don't think of it that way. Don't let Misha hear you talk like that, you'll get shot so no one has to worry you're going to fucking slip up because you think the weapon is sexy.]
"Хорошо, хорошо, что угодно. Они узнали, почему она не вернулась?"
[Fine, fine, whatever. Did they find out why she didn't come back?]
"Миссия по уничтожению Картера провалилась. Бомба, которая должна была покрыть все это, взорвалась рано. Они думают, что он получил травму головы. В любом случае, она не завершила миссию из-за этого и уклонилась от нас на целый месяц."
[The mission to take out Carter failed. The bomb that was supposed to cover the whole thing up went off early. They think it received head trauma. Either way, it didn't complete the mission because of it, and it dodged us a full month.]
Something slammed hard into the metal door behind them, and both of the men jumped, the taller dropping the cigarette with a muttered swear. His shorter companion looked at him dryly, and then returned his attention to the door, apparently checking it for structural damage. Then he looked back at the taller man and jerked his head towards the end of the hallway.
"Иди скажи Мише, что она не спит, и скажи ему, что они подготовили кресло, пока его не было."
[Go tell Misha it's awake, and tell him they prepared the Chair while he was away.]
The taller man nodded and turned to jog off down the hall, and the shorter man jumped again as the door shuddered under the force of something hitting it once more, and he adjusted his grip on his rifle.