Not yet Terminated

Back in Sweden, at the city where the Ruthenian Navy conducted an air strike to destroy Ruthenian military vehicles. The agent who reported the sightings to the Ruthenian High Command had its arms and feet chained by a rusty metal in a cold dark room. Blood trickles down his battered face, his eyes swollen, and his nose fractured.

Walking down in a circle around him was the Finnish Major General, Ralf Hietala, observing every inch of his body.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, how did you find us?" Ralf said while taking another step closer.

The agent swallowed, blood dripping from his mouth and neck as he does it with his head. He glared at the treasonous General who dared betray the Tsar. He sniggered, "I told you, your mother gave me directions...ugh," 

A fist rammed the agent's face.