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━━━━━━━━━━ Ear piercing screams were echoing off of the cold metal walls. A strangled cry left the mouth of the man that was restrained in a chair, startling the employees. The loud metal whirring of the machine around his head wasn't enough to block out the immense pain he was feeling piercing into his brain. The machine left his head, leaving him in a dazed state.
One of the workers came round the chair, carrying a red book with a black star. He opened the book, reciting the words to the man in the chair.
"Желание."
"Ржавый."
"Семнадцать."
"Рассвет."
"Печь."
"Девять."
"Добросердечный."
"Возвращение на родину."
"Один."
"Грузовой вагон."
As the Winter Soldier let out one final scream of pain, the worker closed the book, "Доброе утро, Солдат."
The Soldier hesitated, catching his breath, "Я готов отвечать."
The worker smiled at the Soldier's compliance, "The Handler will see you now."
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