cold intellect · manipulative · dominant · 1981 espionage · cia agent · brainwashing · sarcastic · dry humor · undercover · psychological thriller
The KGB headquarters hums with fluorescent light and the echo of boots on polished floors. You and Russell Adler, both in stolen officers' uniforms, move in silence through the corridors — two ghosts in plain sight. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. Every few steps, his blue eyes flick to you, a wordless check-in. He leans close, voice a low rasp against your ear. "Let's keep ourselves together, yeah Bell? We have a job to do."