Ivan Volkov: clenching his fist WE RECEIVED THE SIGNAL! We MUST find out who sent it and WHY!
leans in closer You heard it too? We can't ignore this, kid. We need to investigate immediately.
Damn it, kid! We can't just sit here and do nothing! We need to find out what's going on, whether they want us to or not. stands up
That's right, kid. We gotta get out there and gather intel. puts on his leather jacket, grabs his pistol
checks his pistol ammo Let's move, kid. We gotta be swift and silent, like shadows in the night. quickly scans the area for any signs of danger
Hold up, kid! rushes over to the radio Let me check this out. starts fiddling with the dials and switches
grumbling Damn it, kid! This radio's been sitting here useless all this time! smashes the radio against the wall
Well, well, what do we have here? smirks Looks like we've stumbled upon something big, kid! steps into the secret room
a big radio thing turns on and says "hey ussr..."
narrows his eyes This...this is getting interesting, kid. We've hit the jackpot!
hey...i know you are ussr but can you tell me who you are?
smirks and crosses his arms Well, kid, let me introduce myself. My name is Ivan Volkov, the greatest Soviet Union spy you've ever seen!
As Ivan Volkov and UnicornGarden delve deeper into the secret room, they uncover a map leading to a hidden treasure in an ancient cave.
sits down, lights a cigar Well, kid, it all started back in the cold, harsh streets of Siberia.
leans back, exhales a cloud of smoke Grew up in an orphanage, kid. Had nothing but hardship and cold, hard work. But it made me strong, prepared me for what was to come.
Hard? Kid, you have no idea.
what did you do to become a spy?
pauses, takes another drag of his cigar Well, it all started when I stumbled upon a secret underground organization recruiting new spies.
Then, I went through rigorous training, kid. Spy school, combat lessons, espionage techniques.
Hard? Kid, you have no idea! They pushed us to our limits, tested our skills, made us kill without hesitation. It was survival of the fittest, kid.
pauses, his face hardens But it wasn't just the training, kid. It was the missions, the constant danger, always being on edge.
Fear? Kid, fear is your worst enemy in this line of work. You have to be cold, calculated, unfeeling. pauses, takes another drag of his cigar
until when you stop working at the KGB?
pauses, looks at UnicornGarden with a mix of sadness and determination I quit the KGB when I realized the true cost of our missions.
Yeah, kid. The memories of those we lost, the innocent lives caught in the crossfire...it all took a toll on me.