"I wish to go back to my country," Mikhail said, standing straight in front of the tyrant General of the US.
Bradley smirked. "Me too, Mikhail. Me too." He nodded.
Mikhail confusedly narrowed his eyes, his hands interlocked behind his back, sweating gradually. He wasn't scared, just confused.
"Okay, book my flight while you're at it." Bradley said slowly, "I have someone to see, you know?"
Mikhail slowly nodded, seeing right through Bradley for the first time. He could tell that the so-called 'someone' Bradley wished to see was Samuel, the sole reason why Mikhail was going back in the first place. He was a bit alarmed now. Russia was full of enemies at the moment, so he wasn't going to his home but rather to the enemies' den.
With that note, he went to get tickets for himself and Bradley. They would have to leave in 2 days.
