As Charlie arrived in Moscow, the bustling city welcomed him with open arms. He got out of the stolen car, taking in the sights and sounds of the city before making his way towards the iconic Moscow Kremlin.
The towering walls of the fortress loomed ahead, and Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he approached. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to speak in his best British accent before entering the historic site.
Charlie in question was not overly concerned about the importance of the meeting he was scheduled to attend. Instead, he was filled with anxiety since he had recently begun working as a spy.
As he stepped into the meeting room, he felt the weight of his revolver concealed beneath his coat.
Inside, he found himself in the presence of three key figures representing the Russian and British governments. Among them were Vladimir Kalinka, the imposing leader of Russia, Ivankov Orlov, the nation's head militia leader, and Michael Challahan, the UK's distinguished militia leader.
Charlie sat quietly among the group of individuals, trying his best to blend in and not draw attention to himself. He would listen intently to every word, carefully taking notes in his notepad. His mission was clear: to gather as much information as possible and report back to the Canadian government.
At the beginning of the meeting, Vladimir cleared his throat and addressed the room. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am excited to share with you all a speech that I have prepared," he said, clearing his throat, grabbing papers, "Comrades, citizens of the Soviet Union, today marks a new chapter in the future of our history. For too long Western powers like France, Canada, Germany, and the US, have been holding our power back from reaching its full potential. For too long, we have been held back due to our Socialist beliefs. On this day, I am proud to say, that we have gotten ourselves the power of the UK on our side! With the 4th strongest country on the Russian side, we will conquer Europe together! We are also proud to say have 19 nuclear missiles on our comrade, Cuba! No longer will we be held back! Long live the Soviet Union!"
That was what Charlie was able to successfully translate into English. With a sense of urgency, he quickly jotted down every detail he could gather, knowing that he needed to report to the Canadian government. His task was critical, as he aimed to thwart the UK's plans to destabilizing Europe before it was too late.
As Charlie walked out of the meeting room, everyone's eyes followed him. He seemed out of place as if he didn't belong there. It was an important meeting, and he had just left in the middle of it. Everyone wondered what was going on in his head. Was he feeling sick? Did he have an emergency to attend to? Or was it something else?
Vladimir stopped mid-discussion, somewhat angry. "Where are you going?" he asked Charlie in Russian.
Charlie panicked, he thought to himself rapidly what to say, what to do. "I uh..." he paused thinking, "I was just-" Charlie was cut off by Ivankov.
Ivankov's tone grew increasingly tense as he spoke. 'Think about it,' he said, his eyes fixed on Charlie. 'You said all your war plans, and then he writes it down and tries to leave. Sounds like spy behaviour to me!' Ivankov's hand moved quickly to his Makarov pistol, which he aimed at Charlie.
