Mendel stretched, walking out of his office to fetch another cup of coffee... the sounds of Boris working over the spy in the office were quite audible.
Given the length of the work, and the fact that it really was getting quite late, Mendel had rolled up his shirt sleeves and was happily smoking a cigarette.
"Another one?" he blinked as he finished pouring. "Let me guess, mentally deficient, a sadomachicist... or do you think you are a duck that explodes candy... here let me show you what my day has been like..." he scooped up a remote and turned on a view screen on the wall.