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-------------9:28 A.M.----------------------
Artyom sat at his table, planning for the meeting tonight. He knew what he was going to say to Lenore, but to really convince her, he would need hard proof. But since he was lying to her, he would need faked documents. Artyom snatched up the phone and punched in a phone number. The phone rang once, and then a voice answered. " Allo? (Hello)?" Artyom stayed quiet for a moment, enjoying the sound of his native tongue. It was surprising how much he missed the Motherland.

"Da , Yuriĭ? Eto Artem. (Yes, Yuri? This is Artyom.)"

"Ah, Artem ! Ot sut stvuyushchieRodine vse zhe? (Ah, Artyom! Missing the Motherland yet?)"

"Bolʹshe, chem vy znaete. Slushaĭ, mne nuzhno koe-chto. (More than you know. Listen, I need something.)"

"Poka eto otnosit·sya k vashyeĭ missii , ya tvoĭ muzhchina. (As long as it pertains to your mission, I'm your man.)"

"Da, eto tak. Chto mne nuzhno neskolʹko falʹshivyh dokumentov. Transmissii , pravda. (Yes, it does. What I need are some false documents. Transmissions, really.)"

"Ya vizhu. Mezhdu kto? (I see. Between who?)"

"Moya tselʹ muzh , Robert Uilʹyams iagentom KGB. (My target's husband, Robert Williams, and a KGB agent.)"

"Ya veryu, chto smogu sdelatʹ eto. Lyuboĭ agent , v chastnosti? (I believe I can do that. Any agent in particular?)"

"Horosho, ya budu sdelatʹ eto. (Ok, I'll get it done.)"

"Ya budu bolyee pozdnimi segodnya vecherom , chtoby zabratʹdokumenty. Do svidaniya. (I will be by later tonight to pick up the papers. Goodbye.)"

Artyom hung up the phone. It felt good to speak Russian after speaking English for almost a year. Artyom quickly left his apartment. he had a few errands to run before he met Lenore tonight.

----------- 11:38 P.M.-------------
Artyom was sitting on the bench in the spot he chose for the meeting. He had given the "intercepted" transmissions a thorough look-over. Yuri had amused him by making the random KGB agent one mister "Artyom Nikolaevich Trushchalev". Yuri must have thought it was funny, but it didn't bother Artyom. If Lenore recognized his true name, Artyom had a backup plan in place. Namely, a Makarov 9mm pistol with a sound-suppressor. Artyom sat back and waited for his American contact to arrive.