Moscow.
Federal Security Service.
A man in a gray leather jacket was sitting behind an office desk. He held a fountain pen in his hand while reading a report.
Suddenly, he heard knocking sounds coming from the door.
The man looked toward the door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a skinny man walked in.
"We have our latest report from the Foreign Intelligence Service, as well as news from the Federal Space Agency," the skinny man said as he placed the document on the table. He said, "It looks like the Chinese have indeed succeeded."
The man sitting behind the desk began to tap his finger on the table. He picked up the document and began to flip through it.
A minute passed by.
He put down the document and looked at the agent standing in front of him.
"That's all the intel we have?"
