Semyon sat silently, his fist clasped together over the meal before him and his head resting on it. Whispering some time, before his hands came back to hit a cross across his chest. "Amen." He mumbled with a heavy accent, before cutting into his food.

Like always, agent 102 was standing behind Semyon, on his right. Ever present for him, like a constant shadow. Across from Semyon sat Jan Goszyk, who too had followed the prayer. "Jan, tell me of your work. What... Problems do we have this time?"

"Well..." He said as he took the cigar out of his mouth. A bit rude to be drinking at the table but he was never one for the fancy life

Even more so as he just ashed out his cigar into his liquor than just drank it down "Aahh... Less of a problem boss and more than we ain't gotten orders of ya' yet to let us do shit"

"..." Agent 102 was still as always, gun out as always

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"Well, we should start doing something before we run out of time, would you like to see the option I got from your advisor?"

Gay nigga

"So boss, we going to do some shit or what?" He said as he picked up the steak with his fork and just tore a piece out, his cigar still in his mouth

It was a skill he was proud of, to eat and smoke at the same time

"..." 102 put a paper down, it was sealed with a stamp of the Russian government, probably a suggestion

"Yes. Inform me." He sat there his arms and leaning back.