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“What are you trying to say?” He eyes the entrance leading inside. “Spit it out.” A looming sense of doom hangs over his head, constricting his throat.
“And you Soviets wonder why the West distrusts you — “ Deion stands rigid, balled up fists rest at his side.
❛ and yet , ❜ they remove their gaze to sip , calmly once more from their drink . ❛ it is you in my home , committing sins against those who have welcomed you . much like your countrymen . ❜ ❛ inside is not your safe bet , ambassador . ❜ they finish the alcohol , and turn towards them . ❛ i am . tell me what you know of the american intelligence operations , & and i can ensure your husband & that sweet child will not be disturbed . go inside now or speak of this to anyone . . . well . manage your expectations upon returning home . ❜
