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red mammoth posted:How does the conversation with Levitus reveal the game's Frenchness? Is there a French in-joke or something? Not as such, it is more that the character seems to be the embodiment of American crassness; ridiculous name, fat, garish and sloppily dressed, delivers an exuberant sales pitch for a crass product. Ever seen "The triplettes of Belleville"?
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Update 25 Bonus Levitus  You speak English? Russian maybe? Neither, Ivan. Just plain American. Your accent's good. Where'd you learn, in spy school? Ha, ha, ha. Just a joke, Ivan. In my business, you've got to make 'em laugh. Are you here on business? Why else? To sample Soviet cuisine? Ha, ha. Lemme tell you about our new line in classic diet colas. They give maximum drinkability without impairing athletic performance or adding on those hard-to-lose pounds. Many rock-stars prefer our product. Try some and you won't WANT to switch back to your current soft drink! Do you have some here? You Russkies're all the same. Just love American freebies, don't you? Guys I saw today took every can I had. They were crazy about our soft drink, I tell you. Had to take it home to their wives. Cook the cabbage in it, ha, ha, ha. Jeez, you commies kill me. An' I thought Polacks were dumb!—or-- I don't have a current soft drink. You will, Boris, you will. Hey, you heard the one about the guy in the gulag? Yes. Very amusing. You think our competitors have the cola franchise for the gulag? I'll look into that. Hey, here's one you maybe never heard: What's the definition for Soviet amnesia? It's when you're standing in front of a food store with an empty shopping bag and you don't know if you're going in or coming out!—or-- Are you staying at this hotel? I have been, Ivan, but I'm escaping tomorrow. Escaping. Get it? You heard the one about the Russkie who wants to join the communist Party? Yes. Very amusing. I saw a bunch of commies today. Maybe they're gonna install a cold-drink dispenser in the Lubianka? You're a commie, Ivan? Wanna bomb the U.S. to hell? I'm a party-member, but I don't believe in Leninism. Well, if you don't like the product, why buy it? High-pressure sales techniques were brought to bear. You Russkies just don't know how to think for yourselves. Slaves to a system. You should try our new line in diet colas – 3 different cans! That way, you can affirm your individual personality. That's freedom, Ivan.—or-- Are you staying at this hotel? I have been, Ivan, but I'm escaping tomorrow. Escaping. Get it? You heard the one about the Russkie who wants to join the communist Party? No. Okay. So this guy, let's call him Ivan, goes into the Party office to join, right? And the Party guy says:“If you wanna be a card-carrying communist, you have to give your house to the state.” “That's okay.” says Ivan. That's not all. You have to hand over your wife and kids too.” “No problem.” says Ivan. “And your dog.” “No sweat.” “And, of course, your cat.” “No way.” says Ivan. “Whadda you mean, no way?” shouts the party-member. “Well, I got a cat.” says Ivan Get it? A cat he has! I'm KGB. Here's my ID. KGB, eh? I was just going to bed. Goodnight.Galina I'm KGB. Here's my ID.You show her your ID.  What do you want, comrade captain? Do you know a Viktor Sliunkov or a Piotr Burlatski? No. If you are innocent, you have nothing to fear. Yes? I need your help to stamp out a mafia ring. I don't know anything, comrade captain. You know room 304? No. You're a prostitute! Of course you know. Cooperate, comrade. I just work here. I don't know any mafia. You're lying. I want the truth. Now! I'm not lying. And you're from Moscow, not Leningrad. You can't touch me! Iakov Pavlovich! This man is threatening me! Time to go home, peasant.  Try to go back in and:  Let me buy you a drink. I told you. Russians don't interest me. Leave me alone, or I'll have you thrown out of here. Do you know Room 304? Iakov Pavlovich! This drunk is threatening me. Time to go home, peasant.If you haven't told her you're a KGB officer: You know room 304? That's one of the rooms Tamara uses. She has two.Gorski the Receptionist If you give him your KGB card early on, he's a bit less forthcoming: I suppose you get some interesting foreigners here. I'm merely a receptionist, comrade. I don't know about such things. Would you prefer the city to be called Leningrad or St. Petersburg? Leningrad, naturally.If you don't give him your KGB card before asking these questions: Who used room 304 earlier this evening? That's not the kind of information we give out to unauthorized passersby. They said you'd give me the key to a certain room. Whoever “they” are, they were wrong. I don't give information to just anybody..German client Inspect the foreign client  A prosperous westerner. I'm a stranger here. And you? Du nimmst mir das wort aus dem mund! Can I offer you a drink? Du bist unkomisch! Can't you speak anything except German? Nicht so laut. Ich habe einen kater.He clearly speaks nothing but German. EDIT: Kopijeger posted:"Du nimmst mir das wort aus dem mund!" -> You take the word out of my mouth! Japanese businessman Inspect the Japanese businessman  A mild-mannered executive type. Mind if I join you? Please. A long way from home aren't you?The Japanese visitor nods politely. Can I offer you a drink? No thank you.Ask about...his work My company is studying the Leningrad telephone system. We will propose a solution to modernize it.Ask for...his name Shibata. Jiro Shibata. Pleased to meet you.Ask about...Japanese politics Very good for business.Talk about...the world situation A short period of recession I believe.Talk about...Soviet-Japanese relations They are improving.Talk about...Leningrad Very beautiful.
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The German visitor being the only untranslated makes me feel like there's a joke I'm not getting.
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"Du nimmst mir das wort aus dem mund!" -> You take the word out of my mouth! "Du bist unkomisch!" -> You are un-comical! "Nicht so laut. Ich habe einen kater." -> Not so loud. I have a hangover.
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Kopijeger posted:Not as such, it is more that the character seems to be the embodiment of American crassness; ridiculous name, fat, garish and sloppily dressed, delivers an exuberant sales pitch for a crass product. Ever seen "The triplettes of Belleville"? On the plus side, there's some fairness to be had when every culture is being portrayed from an outsider's perspective.
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Feb 23, 2014 01:25
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Kopijeger posted:"Du bist unkomisch!" -> You are un-comical!
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Xander77 posted:Do you mean "you're not funny!", or is that the actual translation? "Un-comical" is quite rough, and I'm not even sure that's a word. "You're not funny" would probably be the smoother variant.
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Xander77 posted:Do you mean "you're not funny!", or is that the actual translation? It is a very literal translation meant to convey the stiltedness of the original. I can't claim to be completely fluent in the language, but I'm pretty certain that the line was written by a non-fluent non-native. The idiomatic way to say "You are not funny" would probably be "Du bist nicht lustig". Kopijeger fucked around with this message at 21:08 on Feb 23, 2014 |
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Feb 23, 2014 21:01
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Saying "du" to someone you just met? How rude 
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red mammoth posted:Ask about...Japanese politics Not idea if it was intended by the writers, but this statement is ironic, seeing as the game takes place while the Japanese asset price bubble was bursting. Also: Iakov Pavlovich! This drunk is threatening me.From what I have heard, Old Testament names like Jakov or Daniil are usually a sign that the bearer is Jewish. Any truth to that assertion, and if so, is it likely that Soviet Jew would tend bar at a hotel for "capitalist" foreigners?
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I've met Jakovs and Daniils in the depths of Russian countryside with no trace of Jewish ancestry whatsoever, so I wouldn't say that there is.
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Update 26 – Room 416   As much as I'd like to talk with Greenberg, Agent Wallace told me he couldn't be seen with me. Anyway, I've got much more important things to do. I've got hard currency. Let's go where you can earn it! You tell her she'll get paid later.  Naturally. But I want to see the money now.You give her a good look at your spending power. These American bills are so sexy. Let's go.   Business before pleasure, eh? It allows me to devote myself completely to giving pleasure. So? Here's your money.  So... tempted... Actually, I just want to talk. You carry your radio around with you? drat it! I'm such a moron! You want to tell me your problems? Can I look around the room? Please. Help yourself. So now what? I'd like to ask you a question or two. Whatever you want. You need a powerful protector to work here. True. Who is your boss? Sorry. That's something I just can't tell you. Even for $50? I'll tell you anything, but not that. I'd like to meet him. Or her. I'll see what I can do. Come back tomorrow evening. Maybe I'll be able to help. That's all I can say about the subject right now. Do you know a Viktor Sliunkov or a Piotr Burlatski? Don't know them. Friends of yours? They were here earlier, with another man. Who uses the room the rest of the time? No one. My boss, maybe, from time to time. Do you work anywhere else? You already know I use another room in this hotel. When do you use it? My boss tells me to use it sometimes. That's all I know, all right? What's the number of the other room? Well, I shouldn't tell you. But if you have $50, I might.We hand over some more cash.  The room number is 416. Goodbye. It's been nice talking, but we've run out of time. Come back soon! Hell, I don't need to pay for sex. I bet I have a chance with those two girls back on Kursk street. Or that one bartender on Kursk street. Anyway, I'm a hundred dollars lighter and all I have is a room number. At least it was someone else's money. We take the elevator up to floor 4.   Room 416, please. No problem, comrade. Take the $10.She grabs the $10 and lets you into the room.  Inspect Room 416 This is more comfortable than your room. A smell of cheap perfume hangs in the air. Inspect the photo  These two young ladies are comforting each other.Inspect the other photo  This young beauty is spending her holidays at the seaside.Inspect the TV  A recent model, providing incomparably uplifting Soviet entertainment for the jaded globetrotter.[/i]Inspect the window  A splendid view of Leningrad by night. Seems like a pretty normal brothel bedroom.Inspect the bed  This bed has been hastily made, and not by an expert. You notice some dark stains on the bedcover... they could be blood, not more than a day old. I take that back. Something nasty went on here not too long ago. Wait a minute. That mirror looks strange. Only one thing to do. We pick up the ashtray from the table, and... With an ear-splitting crash, the ashtray smashes the mirror! Beyond the hole you just made in the wall, you can see a well-equipped spy-hole!  Hopefully nobody heard that. A spy hole, eh? drat perverts. Fortunately, it looks big enough to crawl through without getting cut up.We crawl through the broken mirror.  Film equipment? drat it all. They're making snuff films in here, aren't they? Tamara seemed like a nice enough girl, but if she's using this room that must mean she's involved somehow.Inspect the room This has clearly been transformed into an observation post, for spying on room 416. Inspect the photograph  A pink young woman facing away from the camera. Looks like there's porn in here too. Probably to keep the cameraman entertained while he films the brutal murders happening in the next room over.Inspect the TV  Probably for reviewing taped “meetings” in 416. Inspect the TV camera  A sophisticated Japanese model.Inspect the VCR  The latest in video technology. Inspect the framed snapshot  A marriage photograph, showing a young woman flanked on one side by a proud captain Chapkin and on the other by comrade Kusnetsov. Chapkin and Kusnetsov. I knew it. I already knew Chapkin had ties to the snuff film trade, so this doesn't really come as a surprise. Burlatski mentioned that the guy who put out a hit on me had dark hair. Kusnetsov's hair is brown, and Chapkin's is black, so I'm leaning towards Chapkin.We climb back out of room 418.   We head back to the lobby. 
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Kopijeger posted:
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Kopijeger posted:From what I have heard, Old Testament names like Jakov or Daniil are usually a sign that the bearer is Jewish. Any truth to that assertion, and if so, is it likely that Soviet Jew would tend bar at a hotel for "capitalist" foreigners? OP, just wanted to say that I'm really enjoying this LP! This is a highly interesting game, though I'm glad that you're the one playing it, not me.
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Feb 24, 2014 00:20
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Hah, nice callback to the Voice-activated feature. I'm surprised it didn't trigger an automatic failure this time. 
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Feb 24, 2014 00:52
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I like how we've gone straight from sneaky, undercover spy work to smashing great big holes in the wall. It was like that when I got here!
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I'm surprised they didn't make you muffle the shatter with the bedspread.
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Kopijeger posted:From what I have heard, Old Testament names like Jakov or Daniil are usually a sign that the bearer is Jewish. Any truth to that assertion, and if so, is it likely that Soviet Jew would tend bar at a hotel for "capitalist" foreigners?
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Xander77 posted:Народ мне простит, но спрошу я невольно: Куда отнести мне Абрама Линкольна? Haven't heard that one before, but googling led me to this. Charlie Chaplin doesn't fit, but that was probably intentional. A joke slightly relevant to the plot of the game: quote:Звонок по телефону.
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Update 26 Bonus Tamara I've got hard currency. Let's go where you can earn it! I'd like to see the money first.You tell her she'll get paid later. Naturally. But I want to see the money now.You decide against showing her your money. Trying to get your pleasure free, eh? Disappear, Lowlife! Can I buy you a drink? I hate perverts like you. Hey, Iakov Pavlovich! This hooligan's getting on my nerves. Time to go home, peasant. Here's the dialogue inside Tamara's bedroom:  I'll take the money now, lover. Then Tamara takes you to paradise. Actually, I just want to talk. You can talk when you've paid me. That's business. How did a nice girl like you become a lascivious whore? Pay me $50 and I'll tell you my life story. Here's your money. What's your pleasure? I want to know all about your life, Tamara.Tamara describes her childhood and adolescence, illustrating the account with moving details and anecdotes. She explains how she came to be a prostitute, then shows you out. 30 minutes passes so quickly! Your investigation hasn't really progressed, however. —or-- Here's your money. What's your pleasure? I'll let you decide, Tamara.The girl's a gifted professional. She expertly provides you with ecstatic sexual release. Later, you return to the lobby. —or-- What's your pleasure? I've been a very naughty-boy, miss. —or-- What's your pleasure? Something relaxing first, then some exotic positions. —or-- What's your pleasure? Actually, I just want to talk. You want to tell me your problems? Lasting relationships are a problem for me. Well, it's a long, long story which begins when I was little...Tamara lends you a compassionate ear for precisely 30 minutes. You'll have to tell me the rest next time. Good night. —or-- Lasting relationships are a problem for me. Is that so? Poor boy. Tell me all about it. It's because I'm a KGB officer. Here's my ID. Well, Maksim. This is one more relationship that folds early. You just get out. Before you start getting rough, remember this is Leningrad, not Moscow. The man I work for could crush you like a cockroach. Out!—or-- Actually, I just want to talk. You can talk when you've paid me. That's business. Take a look at my ID, Tamara.You show her your ID. Maksim from Moscow. Well, Rukov, there's no free pleasure here! And in case you're after something else, just remember that this is Leningrad. I work for a man who could snuff you out like a candle. If you don't want trouble, comrade, then get out!—or-- Actually, I just want to talk. You can talk when you've paid me. That's business. I've changed my mind. I understand; you're not really a man, eh? Get out, worm! Floor minder   Which room do you want to visit? I want to check all the rooms. What are you, the cockroach killer? At this time of night? Certainly not, comrade. I never heard such a thing. Please, comrade. It is important. Important?! Nonsense, you puppy. Be off with you! Believe me, comrade, you must help! Men! When were you last sober, you good-for-nothing whelp? Off with you!
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Will be people always assume Maks is drunk even if he never takes a hit of vodka?
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Probably because that's the fastest way of getting someone thrown out of a fancy establishment.
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It's a good thing for Rukov that Chapkin and Kusnetsov decided to make their secret snuff filming den in the sex palace more homey by placing a family photo.
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Just because you run an inhumane snuff porn ring doesn't mean you have to be UNCIVILIZED about it.
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It doesn't make sense to shoot the snuff videos there. There's a legion of problems. Body disposal for one, and what's the point of hiding the camera? It looks a lot more like a blackmail setup. A bloodstain isn't conclusive.
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Update 27 – An Old Friend  I didn't learn enough from my visit to room 416. All I learned is that there is a possibility they may be filming snuff films in there, and that Chapkin and Kusnetsov are involved. Since I've run out of leads, I'll have to talk to Greenberg. Something seemed a bit off about Wallace anyway.  We meet again!   Wallace is CIA, but we don't work together. She doesn't like Perestroika. She belongs to a group of people who preferred things as they used to be. What I want is some American money. I just saw Wallace giving you money. I'm not a charity. Why should a KGB officer do business with the CIA? We're working on the same case, Rukov: those snuff videos. Some questions remain unanswered, questions starting with who, when, where, what and so forth. He's right. If he's been investigating this case, he should know a lot about it. What do you want to know? Savinkov. I don't envy you, Rukov. Savinkov's a manipulator. Whenever he gets friendly and human and tells you to take it easy, that's when he's sharpening a knife for your back! It's simple: the day he offers you one of his Cuban cigars, that's when you can trust him. Not before. A Cuban cigar? The person Agabekov met with gave him a Cuban cigar. It could just be a coincidence, though. Ladoga park and then Hammer and Sickle street. I've never heard that name in my life. I'm not even sure if it's a person or a place. Sounds like Greenberg stumbled upon something that I haven't. I've never heard of Protopopov. Who is Protopopov? I wish I knew. The snuff videos trail took me from the States to Helsinki. While I was there, I picked up the name Protopopov. It could be a code-name for the operation or it could be the brains behind it. I want to know about Viktor Matsnev. I don't know any Matsnev. I'll try to find out about him. I want to know about a man called Yakuchev. I don't know the name. I'll make inquiries. drat. Maybe he doesn't know much about this case after all. Does the name Obukov mean anything to you? He's new in town. Comes from Odessa. He had some trouble with the Militia down there about 3 months back. He disappeared and turned up here. He seems to be the link between Mechulaiev and whoever takes care of the transport to the US. Have you heard of “New Birth”? You've hit on a well-kept secret there, Rukov. I've heard “New Birth” mentioned a few times, in connection with unofficial KGB pressure groups. Are they pro or anti-Perestroika? I don't know. And I don't know any members. You'll have to be brief, Rukov; I have work to do. What do you know about Kusnetsov? A shady reputation. Mafia connections. He liked the old days better. What can you tell me about Agabekov? Very clean record. Showed the Afghan comrades the latest in hi-tech torture techniques. Good Party man. Stays out of trouble and obeys orders. Tell me what your interest is in this affair. Our people have already come across examples of snuff videos produced by Verto and his friends. Those tapes are distributed in the US, Rukov. We're pretty sure there's a connection with drug rings operating in North America. What we want is the whole set-up, from production through to exportation and distribution. We're nearly there, right? The missing bits of the puzzle are right here in Leningrad, where the Communist Party and KGB elements appear to be involved. Have you found out how and when the videos will be exported? No, I haven't. That's what I'm hoping you'll find out. Can you tell me what groups are concerned in this affair? I can tell you what I know. Apart from me and you, some KGB are involved, but at what level or to what purpose I don't yet know. I don't know what Wallace is doing here either; she's not liaising with me, but she is CIA. As for Mechulaiev, the guy whose warehouse you visited, he's an honest gangster who did some deals with Kusnetsov. Will you give me that American money you mentioned? Okay. But all I have is $50. One more question, Rukov, then I have to go. What are your plans for tonight? Calm down, captain. Let's help each other, not live in each other's pockets! Aww. I've told you enough for now, Rukov. Let's see what you come up with. Anything you can pick up on Protopopov would be useful to me. I suggest we meet at 12 noon tomorrow, Ladoga Park.He leaves.  All these drat meetings. Savinkov at 7 am, Cut-throat at 11 am, and now Greenberg at noon. And I'm not sure what I know about Viktor Matsnev is enough to make Cut-throat happy. At least I've learned a lot of other things from Greenberg. I'll make sure to put his money to good use. I've got hard currency. Let's go where you can earn it! Hey, I got needs. I thought this spy business would be like James Bond – girls throwing themselves at me left and right. It seems I was mistaken.You give her a good look at your spending power.  That's what I call hard! Let's go, hot stuff. Nothing gets me going like bad double entendres.   You're a romantic girl! If you want romance, you should go to the cinema. I'm a high-performance sex-machine: pay your money and get thrills you'll remember. Here's your money.  How about me being in a hospital bed and you're the nurse?  We return to the first floor, where we see Greenberg entering the elevator.   Looks like he's going to bed. It is getting late. I'll get a drink, and then head on home. We ask the bartender for a drink. Certainly, sir.You are served a small glass of excellent vodka. And another. You feel better, more relaxed! There's still too many unanswered questions. Even the evidence I've gathered is a bit flimsy. Someone might have planted that photo there to frame Chapkin. Savinkov might have some info, but I'm not even sure I can trust him.We have another drink.  Just one more drink. This is serious drinking! It makes life bearable, just about. drat KGB nonsense... Whole country's falling to pieces and all you do is crawl around hunting petty mobsters! Best thing to do is get seriously drunk in a decisive elbow upswing drive to meet delirium tremens quotas. Hic... Okay, we've probably had enough.    We drunkenly knock on the front door.   No messages for me? No, comrade. Must be boring for you. Never, comrade. My enthusiasm is fired by keen inspirational thoughts.Talk about...the phones in the hotel As indicated in the minutes of last week's working committee on phone improvement quotas, comrade, they are scheduled to commence operating at 7 am.Talk about...God I studied superstitions and exploitationist lie-mongering at school, but that was long ago. The comrade captain will forgive me, but it's a little late for me to be indulging in fascinating discussions. Anything to report? No, comrade. Anybody come to see me? No, comrade. Anybody lurking around? I'm trying to work, so just keep your drunken mouth shut and go to bed. 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So, is getting laid and shitfaced the proper way to proceed, or is it simply an optional thing you can do?
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At least Chapkin had the decency to let Rukov get seven and a half hours of sleep before waking him up. With all the names and connections getting thrown around in this game, I feel like we'll need a recap or at least a cast list before the climax hits.
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TheMcD posted:So, is getting laid and shitfaced the proper way to proceed, or is it simply an optional thing you can do? Completely optional. In this LP, I do a lot of stuff that's not absolutely necessary to finish this game. I'm also forgot to show myself doing something necessary to finish this chapter. I'm thinking of going back and correcting that. Basically, don't take this LP as a walkthrough. Bobbin Threadbare posted:At least Chapkin had the decency to let Rukov get seven and a half hours of sleep before waking him up. I'll do another recap after Chapter 2. I'm thinking of making a chart showing everyone who's involved with the conspiracy.
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red mammoth posted:I'll do another recap after Chapter 2. I'm thinking of making a chart showing everyone who's involved with the conspiracy. I'd really appreciate this too - there are so many people it gets a little hard to keep track of.
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So... do we even have a lock on the door of this hotel room, or have they been removed for regular cleaning per the five-year plan for hospitality improvement??
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Is it just me or do Chapkin and Agabekov look way too similar? I was highly confused until I went back and read page 6. 
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Luigi's Discount Porn Bin posted:Is it just me or do Chapkin and Agabekov look way too similar? I was highly confused until I went back and read page 6. 
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Update 27 Bonus Natasha Now, how do you want me to take you to heaven? Use your imagination, Natasha. For $50, I expect the best. —or-- Actually, I just want to talk. What do you want me to do? Lick your lips suggestively. —or-- What do you want me to do? Just be understanding. —or-- What do you want me to do? Give answers to my questions. Ask. Do you know a Viktor Sliunkov or Piotr Burlatski? Never heard of them. Do you work for somebody? Of course. To work in this hotel, you need connections. Do you always use this room? Yes. Official connections, or mafia? The best possible. Why do you want to know? You've been paid. Tell me who the connection is. I can't tell you. Who are you, anyway? I'm a reporter, doing a story on vice. I knew you were a reporter or something. I felt it. Tell me about room 304. That's Tamara's room. What's it to you? A friend told me he had a good time in that room. I'll tell Tamara that. Well, time's up, Lover. It's been a thrill talking to you.—or-- Actually, I just want to talk. You mean we exchange obscenities? That's fine by me, wolfie. But first I'll need $50. You must quit this life of illegal iniquity! Oh, no. A do-gooder! Just clear out, worm. —or-- I'm KGB. Here's my ID. Moscow. Forget it, Rukov. We're protected. I need your help to stamp out a mafia gang. You're KGB; that means you are part of a mafia gang. Get out, Rukov.—or-- What tragic circumstances forced you to become what you are? A low-paid job in a filthy factory, a room shared with two others, two showers for thirty people, and a communal kitchen. And I never met anyone exciting like you. If you drink too much vodka:     If you tell Greenberg that you don't want anything to do with him: That suits me, Rukov. —or-- I want to know who your controller is. Shavrov. Tell me where you went this afternoon. The museum of the Revolution. I followed Verto there. And I'm Batman. See you around, Rukov.—or-- I want to know who your controller is. That information is classified. Tell me where you went this afternoon. That information is classified. So we don't cooperate. Maybe next time. See you around, Rukov.When you go back to the lobby, you see him getting into the elevator.   The next time you go outside:    I wonder who that someone could be!
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I get the feeling that someone isn't what they say they are.
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A CIA agent guns down a KGB operative on the open street from his hotel window - thus risking everything - instead of simply cutting off contact? Of course, same goes for the code sheet earlier - gunning you down instead of simply not providing you with any information.
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Update 28 – Interrogation Chapkin's got a gun pointed at our head.  We don't move at first.  We don't really have a choice here. We obey. Chapkin leads us into the bathroom at gunpoint.   You've been interfering with my girls, Rukov. What's more, I need to know who or what led you to my modest recording studio in room 418.  I'm ready to talk, comrade. We seize the opportunity to attack.  Whew. I'm sure glad I set that recorder back to voice-activated mode. Otherwise, I would have been screwed! We pick them both up. Inspect the pistol  A standard-issue pistol, well cared for. A silencer is attached to it.Inspect the syringe  It contains an amber-colored fluid. Chapkin said that I would talk whether I wanted to or not. I thought he meant torture, but this could be some sort of truth serum. Worth a try.We inject it into Chapkin.     Tell me about the drug in the syringe. Sounds like Chapkin's a dead man, assuming he's telling the truth. Can't say I'm too broken up about that. How did you get in? I am a Leningrad KGB officer. I can go where I please. Who knows you're here? No one. Just you. Do you make snuff movies in room 416? No. Room 416 is used by prostitutes who work for me. They pay me a certain sum each week. They also inform on their clients. In exchange, I let them work. Tell me about room 418. I use it monitor certain foreigners. First, they are seduced by Tamara. Then she takes them to room 416. It used to be a honey-trap: we would recruit the victims with the films. That doesn't work anymore, so we just record what they say. The information is sometimes useful. By recruiting the victims, does he mean that he filmed the snuff films in Room 416, or did Chapkin's girls trick the victims into going to a different location, where they were then killed? Either way, it doesn't matter. If Chapkin hasn't made a snuff film in a long time, then why was there a fresh bloodstain in Room 416? Who are you working for? Department 7, Leningrad. I take orders from my father-in-law, Vladimir Ivanovich Kusnetsov. I also help him with certain unofficial activities. There is no reason why only the criminals should grow rich! Tell me about Kusnetsov. He is my father-in-law. He serves the Soviet Union well. Tell me about Drobnitsa. He lacks ambition and initiative. Kusnetsov won't recommend promotion. What's your connection with the gang at the warehouse? One of them, Savchenko, is my informer. I have proof that could send him to a work camp for 20 years. I have no direct connection with his boss, Mechulaiev. Up to now he's been protected, since he pays over a percentage of his profits to my father-in-law. I don't know the new man, Obukov. Savchenko doesn't like him. It did seem like Savchenko was a bit surly towards Obukov. Hmm. Obukov works alongside Agabekov. Chapkin doesn't know who Obukov works for. Either Chapkin is lying, Kusnetsov didn't tell him about Obukov, or Obukov doesn't work for Kusnetsov. That last option would suggest that Kusnetsov isn't the mastermind behind the entire operation. What's your connection with the snuff videos? Savchenko told me Mechulaiev was working on a deal: export snuff movies from Moscow, import crack from Helsinki. Mechulaiev was cutting Kusnetsov out; usually he gives him percentage of the profits. So my father-in-law decided to teach Mechulaiev a lesson. He's going to the warehouse tomorrow night, Saturday night, to kill Mechulaiev. Kusnetsov is going to kill the mob boss by himself? He's not going to hire someone else to do his dirty work? It seems risky. Now that I think about it, it seems odd that Chapkin would come to me personally, rather than hire another batch of hired guns. Well, maybe it makes sense. I guess he wanted to interrogate me instead of just killing me. Savchenko's going to pick up the crack from the ship Sunday morning, then he and I take it to Kusnetsov, at Department 7. Tell me about Savinkov. He is your controller. My father-in-law says he represents a danger to him. We know you are attempting to destroy my father-in-law's career. We don't know why. Who is Matsnev? Matsnev? That's a ship. A fishing vessel. She leaves quay 19 at 2 o'clock this afternoon to pick up Mechulaiev's crack. She picks the crack up at sea, then comes back. Who is Mr X? I don't know. I asked Savchenko but he hasn't found out. Mr X is Obukov's partner. They handle the arrival of the crack. Mechulaiev's job is to take care of it once it arrives, Sunday morning. Only, he'll be dead by that time. Tell me about Agabekov. He is a loyal officer, if over-ambitious. Kusnetsov and he don't get on well. Who is Yakuchev? He represents the Moscow people, the ones who make the videos. A go-between, I think. He's an Afghan war veteran and dangerous. I know nothing more about him. He's supposed to come for a share of the crack on Sunday morning, when the ship gets in, but the warehouse will be empty. Do any Americans work with you? No. If that's the case, then who does Wallace work for? Have you heard of New Birth? No. Do you know anything about Protopopov? No. Why did you send those killers after me? I don't understand. I sent no one. Wait, what?!The last strength leaves Chapkin's body, and he falls over.  
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Wow, the KGB doesn't gently caress around with their truth serums.
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That was a pretty sweet rescue. Hope the wheelchair express is still taking passengers.
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Rockopolis posted:Wow, the KGB doesn't gently caress around with their truth serums. Unless he was lying about that
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