[feeling just dandy.]
[ Just in case you didn't really care for your remaining sanity, Russia has decided to (unwittingly) become part of your MAYFIELD SPY DRAMA. He's lookin' pretty fly in a suit that actually fits (don't worry the tie still clashes horribly because no matter how drugged out you are, fashion sense never improves that much) and smoking nearly constantly. He is accompanied at nearly all times by a little dog. He sometimes chats with her, pausing for clearly very long and eloquent responses and addressing her as "comrade."
This isn't weird at all.
You'll find him either
1. Sitting on your couch. Waiting. He has his feet all up on your coffee table. He heard you had the information. (Please ignore the kicked in door he used to get in once he figured out his illusion self still wasn't thin enough to fit through the window.)
2. Stalking you. This is actually . . . rather normal. Except for the fact he thinks he's about half his weight and a half foot shorter than he actually is, so most of his hiding places aren't really working too well there, bro.
3. Sitting at the bar, making his way into his fifth bottle of vodka.
4. Half stuck, half wiggling into the window of 1762 Beaver Street. Yeah this is totally graceful okay go away. ]
This isn't weird at all.
You'll find him either
1. Sitting on your couch. Waiting. He has his feet all up on your coffee table. He heard you had the information. (Please ignore the kicked in door he used to get in once he figured out his illusion self still wasn't thin enough to fit through the window.)
2. Stalking you. This is actually . . . rather normal. Except for the fact he thinks he's about half his weight and a half foot shorter than he actually is, so most of his hiding places aren't really working too well there, bro.
3. Sitting at the bar, making his way into his fifth bottle of vodka.
4. Half stuck, half wiggling into the window of 1762 Beaver Street. Yeah this is totally graceful okay go away. ]