Meanwhile, in a Red Blok tracking station somewhere on Elysee:
Technician 1st Class Vasilly Switchov was bored, very bored. He stared vacantly at the screen before him willing something to happen. His earphones were silent and his ears were burning after eight hours of
wearing them. All he had heard was routine traffic and the usual background hiss. At least his shift would finish soon and he could watch TV. After all, Red Blok TV was the best in the known universe. He hated these quiet times. Mind you, he wasn't too keen on the alternative either. He was just preparing to hand over to one of his colleagues when something caught his attention.
"Dimitri," he called out to one of his co
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