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>>5274458<span class="mu-s">See second post for synopsis of setting and what happened before.</span>
Comrade Leytenant Polkovnik (Lieutenant Colonel), Code Name "Tabak (Tobacco)" set down his pipe and splashed water onto his face, again and again, before he stared at the man in the mirror. There was some kind of tan or burn around this circle of his face, as if he he had been sunbathing with a circle taped over his eyes, nose, and mouth. There was footsteps and then a plate of beef stroganoff and Kvass was set down next to his pipe. Tabak looked over at <span class="mu-i">"Sofia"</span>, a woman who supposedly now was in the inn and bar management business. The tattoos, makeup, eyeliner, and leggings reminded him of what she "used to be in the business of". She had a tactical vest on and a Bizon SMG hanging from her body, grey civilian clothing that possibly was ballistically rated.
"If you being here as some kind of collateral is the proof of honesty and commitment, I am not entirely sure how you are going to...."
Tabak looked over at the door and saw half a dozen armed men in bulky civilian clothing, with helmets on top. They were either elements of the criminal underworld that were willing to clean up part of their act and cover up the rest. The elements that were willing to be loyal and cooperate against the other half. They could be that and/or from ZoBRR (Zolotiy Baagh Rapid Response, (Zo-lo-tiiiiiiy Boag), the most powerful private military corporation in the world. Ukraine, Central Asia, Mongolia, India... Those were their recruiting grounds.
<span class="mu-i">]"Motor Rifle Infantry, BTR-82AEs, one single company, and we are dug in just as well as the infantry... Vehicles and all..."</span>
She picked up the mug of Kvass and held it out to him.
<span class="mu-i">]"Assuming we survive this and you hold the objectives, I suppose being welcome within the red light districts of three nations will have to suffice. You will certainly be welcome in my establishment."</span>
She walked away from him in a certain way, in her boots, the kind of walking that indicated she knew he was watching her.
