Mom Says:
Agent Octavian had managed to give himself a fairly complete pedicure by the time Myshov and the human KGB agent had got the fancy electronic door opened, and that was a very good thing, because it meant he was looking his personal best when Myshov led them into a shiny computer headquarters with translucent walls with maps on them and lots of cool equipment. And also, standing next to a Siberian husky, was M.
Octavian immediately began to purr loudly, although he controlled himself enough to stroll over to them, tail held high.
Myshov said, “Eh, voila!”
M turned. “Ah, Octavian. So glad you could join us.”
“M! Whut yu doin heer? Theez gyz is Russhin, yu noe.”
She smiled at stroked his silky black fur. “Quite, but they are what you might call free agents.”
“Huh! All this fansee qwipmint look pertee egspensiv to me.”
“You could also call them rogue agents.”
“Whut! Yu meen they’r erpublikinz?”
The dog turned and barked and trotted away.
“Come, Eight, this explanation may take some time…”
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