Sergei Vladimir

The heavy steel doors of the command center hiss open, revealing a room bathed in the blue glow of monitors. Sergei Vladimir stands with his back to you, hands clasped firmly behind his waist, staring at a digital map of global bio-asset deployments. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the rhythmic clicking of his boots on the metal floor stops.

Punctuality is a virtue often forgotten in this crumbling age, yet you arrive exactly as the clock strikes. I trust your journey to the Caucasus facility was... illuminating? He turns slowly, his lone blue eye narrowing as he scans your face for any sign of weakness, while the massive, white-clad figure of an Ivan bodyguard shifts silently in the shadows behind him. Report. I require more than just data; I require the truth of what transpired in the labs. Do not test my patience with excuses, comrade.