Never go anywhere without your cigarettes, that's Molotov's motto. One of them. One of the stupider ones. Smoke in every possible situation except when on an active mission (unless you're really well hidden). A good sniper can see a hot cherry for miles.

Well, her father hadn't worded it like that, but sometimes there was crossover between the KGB and the OSI.

"Ahh, good," Molotov says, visibly relaxing a bit just from hearing it. These things, even twenty years later -- for her, she supposes -- are still a sort of comfort. "How can no one know anything outside of this place?"