The Legends Still Live On

Bogen Sieben-komma-fünf: Extra Zwei

Kapitel Ein: Es ist die Melancholie von Iwan!

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Aboard the Kiev in Sasha's office, an interrogation had just begun. The one being interrogated, Ivan, was standing before Nudelmann and Sasha himself. Both of Pravda's Jägermeistern leaders looked on at Ivan with calm looks that also managed to seem intimidating. Nudelmann had his hands folded behind his back while Sasha was sitting behind his desk. Everyone there was in Pravda's normal school uniform.

"Um…" Ivan began in total cluelessness. "What's the meaning of this?"

"We want you to answer some questions for us," Nudelmann requested. "Is that okay, comrade Ivan?"

"Huh?" Ivan wondered in confusion. He quickly recovered upon remembering he was currently under the gaze of two of Pravda's most powerful people. "Y-Yes! Of course!"

Nudelmann then brought out one of his hands from behind his back, which held a tape recorder. "Do you happen to recognize this voice?" Nudelmann asked. He then pressed the play button.

"Man, it sure is cold out, isn't it?" the voice of a certain Canadian was heard through the tape recorder. Nudelmann then hit the pause button.

Ivan thought about the voice for a bit before he lit up in recognition. "Oh, I know that voice!" he said. "I talked to him over the radio when I was getting my Ishak rearmed and refueled."

Nudelmann then extended his other hand, which held a picture of the voice's speaker. "That was Nathan McBraun, one of the ground crew members for the Khudoy that belongs to Ooarai High School," Nudelmann revealed.

Ivan then froze up upon finding out who he had talked to. He had started sweating in nervousness upon recalling he had spilled the details of Pravda's patrol patterns for their marked man and its assigned guards to Nathan during their fight against Ooarai.

"You know this person, right?" Nudelmann asked Ivan, who was now trembling as he looked at the picture of Nathan. "It seems like you got along with him and had some idle chit-chat with him during the cease fire." Nudelmann then stepped aside and revealed one of the I-16's ground crew members. It was specifically the one who had asked him who he was talking to during the aforementioned incident. "Comrade Igor, this is true, no?"

Igor, as he was now known, remained silent as he held a nervous look. At the same time, Ivan was begging him with his eyes to not say anything.

"It's…" Igor began. He then lowered his head in defeat. "The truth, comrade Nudelmann… He told him… the details of the patrol patterns for the marked man's flight…"

Ivan tried to motion for Igor to stop, but it was to no avail, and he turned back to Nudelmann and Sasha with a much more fearful look.

Sasha then slowly got up from his desk and started over to Ivan with Nudelmann. "You leaked intel to a spy…" Sasha slowly stated so as to be clear and intimidating.

"Comrade Ivan, those are the facts, no?" Nudelmann asked in a similar intimidating manner. Both of Pravda's Jägermeistern leaders then arrived at Ivan's sides. They effectively towered over him now. "Answer the question, comrade Ivan."

"I want to know if you leaked intel about our school's marked man to a spy," Sasha requested as the two Russians continued intimidating Ivan. Ivan was shaking in fear at the fate he could potentially face.

Upon hearing him not answer, Sasha leaned closer to Ivan. "I hope you've prepared yourself for the purge, comrade Ivan," he quietly spoke into his ear as a great threat.

"Huuuuuuuuugh, please forgive me…" Ivan managed to groan out. "For Ivan committed an irreparable mistake…"

Out of the corner of his eye, Ivan had noticed Nudelmann return to having his normal calm grin. As Sasha continued trying to stare Ivan down, Nudelmann brought up a large dial bore gauge meant to measure the cylinder bore diameters for cylinders the sizes of those in aircraft engines. He then gestured for him to offer it forth to Sasha, and Ivan lit up in enlightenment as he understood what was being implied.

"Well, I wonder how many rubles Katyusha wants for this!" Sasha spoke up as he turned away. He pulled out his phone and sent a message off to Katyusha to find out.

During that time, Ivan took the dial bore gauge from Nudelmann and returned to his previous spot.

Sasha then got a message back from Katyusha detailing how many rubles she wanted. He then turned to Ivan to inform him. "Alright, you better save up… Huh?" he started but trailed off in confusion.

He had grown confused upon seeing Ivan offering him a large dial bore gauge as a gift. Sasha held his confusion before he grew a great grin of pleasant surprise. He approached Ivan and took the dial bore gauge in one hand while slapping him on the back with the other.

"Oh, as long as you understand, then all is forgiven, comrade Ivan!" Sasha enthusiastically told Ivan. "I don't fuss over the small and insignificant problems!"

Ivan meanwhile held an awkward smile of nervousness as he wondered why Sasha was acting this happy over getting a tool.

Sasha then turned to Nudelmann. "Hey Nudelmann!" he called out to him. "Comrade Ivan is a pretty nice guy!"

"Da, as you say," Nudelmann agreed.

Sasha then turned back to Ivan. "Anyway, just make sure you're more careful of spies from now on!" he continued in a great mood.

"D-Da! Of course!" Ivan replied in his still awkwardly nervous manner. "My sincerest apologies!"

"Do svidaniya, tovarishch!" Sasha said in a singsong tone while waving goodbye as he left his office with his new tool.

After Sasha left, Ivan turned to Nudelmann with a look of relief. "Nudelmann, thank you for saving me!" he greatly thanked. "How can I show you my gratitude?"

"As long as you understand your mistake, then everything is fine," Nudelmann responded.

"Ah, well if that's so, then-" Ivan started as he prepared to leave, but a grip on the back of his shirt held him back. Ivan looked confused as he was forced to face Nudelmann. The Russian ace then brought Ivan to stand directly in front of him facing the other way.

"Chto?" Ivan uttered in confusion as he started sweating nervously. Nudelmann had leaned his head close to his own, and the Russian ace still held his calm grin all the while as he held Ivan's shoulders.

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Part of Projekt Jägermeistern.

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