The warm light enveloped the underground bar as Beethoven's "Für Elise" echoed within the room.
Upon hearing the man's self-introduction, Emily's mind flashed to the CIA defector Jack had mentioned earlier: Bruno.
To call it a coincidence seemed far too convenient.
Emily's expression remained unchanged as she spoke indifferently, "If you are Russian, then you should understand that having left my country for so long, I have already forgotten my identity."
"Regrettably, enemies never forget your identity."
Bruno tapped his index finger on the bar's surface, smiling. "You are a very talented individual, yet you've been forced to hide here, running a bar to pass your days. Don't you think it's a pity? Miss Emily, the KGB needs talents like you to join."
The KGB had pried open the Director of CIA's mouth, learning all the intel about Dio that John had reported.
