I, Motya Petrov, was spying on some people that intel from my superiors had saying that these people were part of Stalin's secret police. My partner, Miron Sokolov, sat next to me with his own binoculars, looking to the enemy.
"Do they match the descriptions we were given from Grandmaster Lagunov?"
"They do. What'd you want to do, Motya?"
"Let them finish their game. There is a little bit of torment I have in store."
Sokolov chuckled. "Don't let this wind up like Berlin."
"That wasn't my fault and you know it. How was I supposed to know that nationalism was so high there?"
We looked back to the citizens who were playing with fire, my specialty. The children were shooting small fireworks which was dangerous because I control fire. One of the two children present had caught his back end on fire. He quickly put it out and I relit it causing him to run around in a panic before putting it out again. I lit it aflame again as Miron spoke.
"That's enough fire for now."
"I know, comrade."
Suddenly, a giant dark figure rose from one of the suspects and grabbed me from my post before pulling me forcefully to them. Miron did the smart thing and retreated so he wouldn't be taken as well. I struggled to break free from the vice-grip but failed and was thrown to the ground in front of the suspects. The one who grabbed me stepped on my chest and spat on me.
"What do you think you're doing setting his arse on fire like that? I ought to kill you for this shite. Leave us alone."
"We would leave you alone if you wouldn't be working for Stalin. Get out of his forces, lapdog else we kill you."
He drew a blade and held it to my throat.
"What do you mean we?"
Suddenly, ice was being shot in from many directions. Miron was trying to get me out. The attacker sprung off of me and slashed the ice with the dagger and I stood up smugly while they ran amok.
"Who are you?" One of them asked.
"I am your best friend and your worst enemy. That's all I need to say." I disappeared in a torrent of flames that left a circular patch of scorched Earth in my wake
We were back in our base about 20 kilometers away.
"We need to go over that intel, again, comrade. They claim to know nothing. Where are the files?" I asked.
"Right here." He tossed the files over to me.
They read:
Name: Nikolas Alfredson
Age: 35
DOB: 16/08/19xx
Ethnicity: British
Significance: Former Russian police officer, fired months before Stalin's rise. Outraged.
Family: Wife: Ena Alferdson Children: Izzy Alferdson (M) Age: 10 Eliza Alfredson (F) Age: 7
Name: Ena Alfredson
Age: 33
DOB: 20/05/19xx
Ethnicity: Irish
Significance: Supported the February and October Revolutions
Family: Husband: Nikolas Alfredson Children: Izzy Alfredson (M) Age: 10 Eliza Alfredson (F) Age: 7
"Okay, I see why the wife's a suspect but not the husband. Why are we tracking him too?"
"Collateral. Couples often share everything with each other except for a few select things. Any potential risks would be shared."
"Is this all we have?"
"Yes, Motya, this is all we have. That's what I said last week when we were assigned this."
"Alright. This'll have to work"
Miron chuckled and filled a line of shot glasses with vodka and started going down the line.
"You've not gotten over your drinking, have you?"
"We all have our vices."
"Loads of other people supported the revolutions and loads more were taken off the police force. We can't use this as any evidence to investigate them. I'll go apologize to the family tomorrow and will you explain this to the Grandmaster?"
"I'll do my best. No promises though."
"Thanks, comrade."
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