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ᴋɢʙ ᴍᴜᴜsᴇᴜᴍ, ᴛᴀʟʟɪɴɴ, ᴇᴇsᴛɪ

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“At the Poles of the Earth” postcards from the Soviet Union, illustrated by Valentin Viktorov, 1976.

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tracybcnd

the end of her little cigarette flickered to life as she inhaled.  “ thank you. ”  her head bowed slightly, but her eyes stay trained on his. there was an unsteadiness she felt standing next to him – an uncertainty.  “ the man at the front said you knew my father, yes? ”

There was only a nod at first, the man pocketing his lighter quickly. Aleksandr would only observe the other a bit longer … before finally speaking up. “Yes. He has quite a few associates within the State.”

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kazakhfury

He sat down and leaned his elbows on the desk, making himself comfortable as he stared at Kolobkov. They didn’t know each other; but they knew of each other, and that was enough to skip the formalities. Not that Aleks bothered much with them anyway. “A booking at the Moscow Conservatory, so I can practice my Gagliano.” He replied, sardonically DISDAINFUL of such an obvious question.

Aleks reached into his pocket, pulling out a little BLACK BOOK in his grasp; leatherbound, its pages filled with a mixture of cyrillic and cryptograms known only to the originator. He slid it across the desk to Kolobkov. “It’s a mix of Lithuanian and Russian.” That was all he’d been able to figure out, and it irritated him.

The encrypting expert gazed back at the agent, eyebrows raised. Of course, he heard of this particular man, known for his angry demeanor, but, equally as much for his effectiveness in the state. Aleksandr tilted his chin up a bit, finally addressing him. “It’s an honor.”

He looked between the man and his book, a judgemental glint present in his eye, before he reached out to take the book and flipped through it. “Selonian as well. Dead language.” he pointed out quietly, withdrawing a pen from a cup and jotting a few notes down on a record notebook. “I’ll have a time allotted for you.”

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The man was wordless as he leaned in, lighter in hand with the flame pressed against the end of her cigarette. Though he was a man of few words -- especially to women -- he still allowed his manners remain. 

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starter call owo

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Le Chiffre laughing ! so cute…

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“What does a agent need from the encryption department?” a strong drag of his cigarette followed his low question, eyes planted on the younger agent. He usually hadn’t the need to address anyone who came in, but, he was blessed with the unfortunate situation of being the only one working that moment. “Did the higher ups send you for information?”

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a man of the state

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