That evening they had a nice meal. All of the clones welcomed them warmly. They sat around a long table with unique cuisine. More Nikolai(s) of unique personalities showed up. One was in dressed full Adidas.

"Why tracksuit?" John asked.

"Well it's multi-functional, simple design, and I like it for best mobility."

"It has to be Adidas?"

"Yes. Long story short, 1980 Moscow Summer Olympics. Something worth commemorating. Then it sort of became some subculture."

"Cool."

"Let me introduce you to our comrades from the same squad. Sergei, Anton, Boris…"

"Ay блять! I told you guys not to smoke in the living room when he have guests." The same clone yelled at two other, one dressed up like a rapper, the other in a rockstar outfit including leather pants and boots, and a Mohawk. "Those two were more uh… influenced by Western culture I guess."

"It's okay I don't mind them smoking." John answered politely.

There came a knocking on the doors.

"Come in it's not locked." Three Nikolai(s) stepped into the room, dressed in formal suits.

"They are politicians who work against supporting Academy City. Of course we hire others to be politicians, that way we increase our influence. And of course, besides politicians we have mafia groups at our disposal." The clone in the mafia outfit who they seen first in the vision appeared in the room, then the clone that is the original Nikolai. They found themselves empty seats around the table and sat down.

"Now we can eat!" They all said prayers of Orthodox Christianity and dug in.

"Hope you like Russian food."

The black bread sure tasted unique. John had overdosed on sugar a

little from the kompot and the kvass.

"Wanna try some chebureki?"

They began to discuss their plans as they were eating. The original Nikolai started speaking.

"You have to understand. Now, in the West my researches would be banned and I would get arrested and trialed. Despite the rapid censorship of the Level 6 program, Nato and Russia still found out about it. I've heard that the Level 6 director is still alive, but working for a US research group."

"Really? I thought he was dead." John played dumb, knowing that he himself had personally offered the Level 6 director that job opportunity of which he was more than qualified for.

"I don't know the specifics. The reason I infiltrated Academy City to work in the Level 6 program was not to infiltrate that place. The only reason I did it was to obtain specific genetic sequences in the genes of naturally occurring Level 5 Espers. I know that NATO has banned studies in cloning for military purposes. I already have the unique genes of Railgun. Next step is to negotiate a deal in which Western countries won't be able to refuse."

"May this be done with surgical precision. Fighting another war is like amputating a limb in order to remove a tumor." Again the door opened, the voice of the American scientist was heard.

"Fucking дебил! Why did they let him in!?" One clone grabbed the cocked Mosin-Nagant from the wall, ready to fire.

"Whoa! He's on our side!" The rifle discharged, but John made the bullet stop in midair.

"Nikolai Mikhailov," the American began. "I've heard all about you. Illegal researches on cloning and unethical experiments that has long been banned. And recently, possession of Esper genetic material."

"Don't act like you are all innocent." Nikolai replied calmly.

"Of course not. Actually I've travelled here just to congratulate you for what you have done. Good job! I've done every bad thing you've done. You see, during the Cold War both the CIA and the KGB tried their best to wash off the blood on their hands. All due to the aftermath of WW2 leaving a power void, tons of potential allies and satellite states to install. What did we do? Funding coup d'états and regiment changes, intervention in global elections, sponsoring state terrorism all over the Americas and the Caribbean."

"You tell me you are proud of that? The newly ignited fire of revolution burns hot and bright to this day."

"Of course! Look at the prosperity of America right now. You should be proud for what the Soviets did, for they laid the foundations of modern Russia. Absolutely fucking brilliant! You see, I'm not trying to sugar coat anything. It's what human nature boils down to. Since we've developed the idea of society we've divided ourselves based off of disagreements. I say we continue it this way. This is the best way. We are the superpowers, we have to eliminate our opponents before we split the world in half. As a right wing nationalist I say we forget our feuds for now. Academy City is our issue."

"To work with you? Fuck my life…" Nikolai muttered.

" you said you wanted to make a deal with the West sometime. How about now?" The American suggested.

"Really? I have Misaka's genes. An Espers genes has to be natural for experimentation to be stable, John's Esper genes are unnatural. In other words, I have the better cards. How do you want the deal to play out?"

"Actually, we both have the Joker." John cut in. "We've anticipated that you'd try to get your hands on those DNA. Remember, I've accompanied Misaka to attack the Level Six Shift labs to get information, but it's more than that. There are details to what happened."

"Shinobu tried to jeopardize the experiment by inputting emotions into all the clones. However, it was John who convinced her that, while she was programming the humans emotions, she would also download Misaka's genetic information that was stored as data." The American explained, as he literally has John's memory. A small chip had been hooked up to John's retina.

The door opened up again, revealing that all this time someone was eavesdropping outside. A familiar voice explained. "Now, it is hard to estimate the true storage needed in order to contain that much DNA, however, all we needed was the small piece which determined Esper powers. A small switch, a trivial deviation to the human genes. Genes have similarities, meaning that the information can be further compressed. Sorting it out can be challenging, in fact, it can take days to rearrange the correct sequences, but the storage itself wasn't." Shinobu, along with a leading researcher Yoshikawa Kikyou, walked in.

"We've been prepared for your arrival, Dr. Mikhailov. Or, should I call you by your alias in the project, Yuri Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky?" Yoshikawa addressed him.

"We knew that, all you wanted was access to genetic materials of Level 5 Espers. We've anticipated that you would come. Level 6 Shift was the only opportunity. Since you've achieved your goal, are we ready to negotiate?"

"If all you wanted was to talk, then why don't we find somewhere tomorrow? Perhaps a nice hotel. John, I appreciate your help, but please go back with them. Accelerator, you've accomplished your mission for now. Glad to have you back." Nikolai tapped Accelerator on the shoulder and whispered something in his ears. Instantly his pupils dilated, then going back to normal.

"I hope you understand our intentions." The American said.

"We will talk more tomorrow." John added, being the last to walk out he closed the door behind him.

"I knew something was up about John." The mafia clone whispered. "Fucking western spies."

"Don't mind them. We still have a lot to finish."