“Comrade! It"s you! Dobry den, Captain Andropovich! Welcome!”
Fred was just as nonplussed as he"d been at the Best Borscht, seeing his own face on the vid. He dissimulated his discomfiture into surprise. “It"s good to see you, Comrade!” He shook hands, hugged the other man, and apologized. “Forgive me, Friend, but I"ve forgotten your name.”
“You don"t recognize me?! It"s Vasyl Orlyk! How is it you don"t recognize me? Those Brygidki guards t*****e all the memories from your brain? Or perhaps the Ruskies caught you smuggling mutaclones and subjected you to the Magadan method? Wiped your past completely from memory?”
“Vasy, of course, my friend. It"s been so long. I can"t even remember how long I was in Brygidki. So sorry, Vasy. So old I"ve gotten.”
“Post Graduate needed some shaking up.
