"I have no idea either, but my gut tells me it must have been the United States," a colleague standing beside him said with certainty.
"How do you know?"
"Instinct!"
The former glanced at him with surprise, although I didn't understand, he looked pretty impressive.
Augustine Przybylski stood at the office door, adjusted himself, took a deep breath, and then knocked.
"Come in."
He pushed the door open and said very quickly, "General, there's a massive riot in San Diego!"
On hearing the news, Victor's brow furrowed, and he extended his hand to Augustine Przybylski, who quickly handed over the intelligence.
"Very comfortable!"
After reading, Victor couldn't help but laugh out loud, leaning back in his chair, "This is indeed a beautiful landscape."
"Should we stir things up a bit more?" he cautiously inquired.
"Of course!"
Victor stated definitively, "The Yanks are trying every means to kick me out, I'm a little petty and hold grudges very well."
