His cheeks in the blood of Aleksandrov, Kirill became conscious. He understood the reaction of Weise and the general paranoia of the Coalition comrades, when somebody dropped the word 'spy'. And he know that his past at the Marinenachrichtendienst would have made everybody suspicious. But this suspects were unjustified. Kirill pushed hs body up a bit and smeared the blood out of his face.
Gentlemen... there is no reason to believe I'm a spy. I know that it looks like I'm a kind of double agent, but that's wrong. Furthermore I guess that some information I have will be interesting for you. Am I allowed?
He moved his hands into the pockets of his mantle. Weise and Gorodetsky instantly pointed their weapons on the head of Stukov. He smirked, but the blood in his face shifted his face to some kind of mug.
Just some pleasure for me, before you shot me down or accept me.. it's up to you.
Slowly he pulled out a lighter and a box of cigars.
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