I admit up front, this part was fun to write. A smile on my face for every word. These normally stoic Russian soldiers and suddenly one chimps out.

I think I have completed Part Four, which shall be out over the next few days before I’m off to Imaginarium.

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“I can assure you there is no one by that name at this facility,” Van Atta replied, making a motion to stand.  “I am sorry you have been misinformed.  May we see you on your way?”

“You lie!” Konev shouted, standing first.  “Eduard Pavel!  Climatologist!  A recent graduate from the Technical Institute of Moscow!  Here to see the effects of the snow and ice!”

Konev picked up his water bottle and threw it to just miss the Director’s head.

“You Chekists fucks grabbed him when we our army came over the Rocky Mountains into land you have abandoned!  You lie!” he shouted again.

Taken aback by this, Van Atta let his mouth hang open.

“Sergeant Konev, please sit down,” Gogol’s voice was pure diplomacy.  Konev did.  “This is, after all, only one of their political prisons…”

“This is not a political prison – ” the Director tried.

“You fucking liar!” Konev recalled the ancient videos he’d seen of the rodina under the communists.  He reached down and came up with one of his shoes.

“Fucking liar!” He pounded it over and over on the table.  “Pavel is here!  We will rod you!  We will nuke you!  He belongs to us!  You will all die!”

If I don’t get a medal for this performance…

“Can you not, Captain Gogol,” now standing, Van Atta was angry, “control your men?  Is that why you Slav half-humans are overrunning our western provinces?”

More than enough justification, and still a part of the act, no alarms yet, Konev leaned across the table to punch the prison’s director in the mouth.  As Van Atta stumbled back then fell, from the corner of his eye Konev saw Gogol trying his best to keep a straight face.

The door flew open and Macarthy rushed in, pausing only a moment before drawing his pistol on the two Russians.