Ravil felt his blood run cold. His emerald eyes flew wide, and he did all he could to keep his jaw from dropping.
"Ah, don't be alarmed. We all knew you would figure it out sooner or later." Marco said.
"What the hell is going on?" Ravil growled.
"You're a smart boy, Ravil. You'll figure this out, too." Marco replied, cracking that smirk at last. "Am I pronouncing your name correctly? Forgive me- I've always had a bit of a tough time with Russian names."
Marco pivoted on his heels, taking a moment to just say Ravil's name. He drew out the pronunciation, with a twinge of a brusque Russian accent. "Rah-veel."
Ravil blinked, eyes flashing with realization. "You're Russian! You're all Russian! I can hear your accents!"
Marco turned back around to face Ravil, raising his hands in excitement. "Yes, my boy! You're piecing it all together! Brilliant job!"
Ravil lowered his brow and stared back, unsure of how to respond. For a supposed psychiatrist, Marco seemed to have a few screws loose, honestly.
Marco let out a chilling laugh. "I know what you're thinking Ravil. You think I'm nuts! Well, to be frank with you, us Russians have always been a bit cracked. But you see, we're a superpower. We're at the top of the world's food chain!"
"I thought America trumped Russia." Ravil said flatly.
"Not anymore!" Marco exclaimed, a crazed gleam in his brown gaze. "Because you left the Department of Defense in the dust!"
Ravil held his head up a little higher. "Not of my own will."
"Ah, but you did it!" Macro said. The sound of his wild voice bounced off the walls. "No one will ever raise a finger against Russia again, at least not without a trembling voice and butterflies fluttering rampant in their stomach!"
"Okay, enough with these games." Ravil said. "I want to know why I'm here and what's going on here."
"You are here for the glory of Matushka Rossiya!" Macro explained with gusto. "The rest you will piece together on your own. You're smart, Ravil- I believe in that. You'll figure all this out in time."
There was a pause.
"No, I'm just messing with you." Marco said, his smirk stretching wider. "I want to see how long it takes you to determine what's at work here. I will not be providing you with any information unless told to do so."
He winked, clicked his tongue, then spun around again on his heels and was gone the way he came, the heavy metal door shutting behind him.
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Otkroveniye Complex // Book 1 of the Takaryev Series
Misterio / SuspensoRavil Galkin doesn't have much of a past, but as far as he's concerned, he's a completely normal person. Sure, he's a college drop out and basically a shut-in, but that's alright with him. But there's a whole different depth to the situation. An oc...
