decoding microchips our comrade. Again, the wisdom, intuition and luck brought to the table of fate in a move that could have cost him his life, anche honor our domestic spying charge of staph.
Dimitri It tells a group of compensated and nostalgic Allies wanted to rekindle the fire late in the second world war by detonating popular disc "curling" to unleash a wave of insecurity and widespread distrust breeding ground to justify invasions and attacks. Dimitri
This time, characterized goat shepherdess fan of Franz W. Waidhoffen (captain Curling National Team) moves to the Pennine Alps, where he lives with an alleged grandparent in the solitude of the mountains for four months and only attending parties in his "favorite team" due feathering. Nothing was warned from the public, or from afar, nothing that would make suspect any movement beyond expectations, everything was normal. For this reason she got the job of the team cheerleader. After locating the sixty-seven goats consumed the set, and in the first week of work, alternating with all the atmosphere curlinero, talks failed to detect ambiguous interpretation. Suspecting even his shadow, the suspect stabbed himself in the Franz. W. Waidhoffen (pictured, is seen in crouch). Dimitri
never wrong: in fact it was the agent of John Willson Herfer allies, the famous American agent sent to missions in Europe for its Nordic complexion and features. With seductive wiles won the confidence of the gentleman who asked the shepherd and cheerleader characterized a club night of the lowest funding, Dimtri engaged in an ongoing dialogue with the Austrian fake without arousing suspicion. The Russian spy turned down countless glasses for five hours, watching the Yankee drink until your pulse is loose and fails to remove the cuff a mysterious bag of nylon, which was secretly to the ladies room. In the bag was neither more nor less than a heavy hand grenade disguised inside a disk of curling. Needless to say that Dimitri, master bomb disposal, left the engine "obsolete" in a blink of an eye. Having completed its work on that day, returned to the bar to take everything I had seen happen, and more, to celebrate the success of his mission
The relaxation would be short, along with the bill, the bartender handed him a encrypted message, telling him to take the first flight to Seville, Spain, characterized by a bullfighter. did so, and by their own boot Iberian land led him to Mount Marketplace. I expected his contact in the Plaza de Toros de la Real Maestranza de Sevilla, to give some information on the next mission: the other half of the data was in the hands of a comrade anonymous, who shed during the running of the day. Dimitri did not know when and in what form that information would come, and who first faced the challenge of fighting in front of a crowded square. Despite his skill with the cape, the bravery of the bull that gave no respite to be attentive to the signal from the boxes. Within half an hour, and already with the animal on the verge of stocks in the aorta, a gleam dazzled him view. From one side of the Royal Box, a subject with a right hand mirror and a small package wrapped in a silk scarf, made a sign to approach. Dimitri
extended its veranda, which fell within the paquetillo, and saves the life of the bull, kissed her forehead in an event that is remembered today, and retired from Olesen and red roses in his impeccable suit light and graceful step, which betrayed no-odd liters of vodka last night. 
