Inside the Russian Embassy office, a white-haired old man clutched the telephone in his hand.
A deep sigh came from his lips as he placed it back down.
"Who was it, Prime Minister?" his assistant asked nervously. At this moment, Prime Minister Sergei Petrova looked extremely pale, and sweat was forming around his forehead. The assistant didn't know why, but the prime minister's expression was strange. He looked like someone from below had been scolded by someone from the upper echelon. But who would be higher than the Russian Prime Minister?
Sergei took a brief moment to answer his assistant. When he finally raised his head, he waved his hand to dismiss his assistant's question, and said, "Lukas, call the KGB and tell them to start preparing for an immediate raid."
"Raid?" the assistant was shocked.
