A cold chill runs up your spine as you realise that every bad feeling you had about your visitor was correct. Your eyes slide to the deadly weapon in the holster hanging off one of your chairs. Your chairs, in your apartment. Suddenly the cold fear is replaced by hot anger. How dare this man come into your home and make idle threats as if you were simply discussing the weather.
"If you have done anything to him-"
"I can assure you," Sverdlov says, a vicious little smile crossing his face, "your Maximov is perfectly alright. We would not harm a hair of anyone loyal soldier of the Kingdom. Although he may wake up with the devil's own hangover tomorrow."
The knot that had been forming in your stomach lessens infinitesimally, but still the anger remains.
"You have no right to interfere with my duties. No right!" You say, aware that your voice is rising in pitch. Sverdlov glances over his shoulder at the door, still smiling thinly.
"Yet here I am, a Kapitan telling a Leytenant that she is going far beyond what her duty requires. I came here to warn you, Valentina Mikhailova, but this will be your only warning."
"And just who are you, to bring me this warning, on what authority?"
He sighs, running a hand through the straw-blonde hair on his head again. There is silence for a moment as he seems to weight up how to respond to your question. You take the brief pause to look around, seeing an exit, a weapon, something in case the situation takes a turn for the worse. The apartments front door is closed and the closest thing to a weapon is a butter knife sitting by your rapidly cooling stew. Not much in the way of options. You curse the fact that your own service pistol is lying unused in a drawer in your closet and not close at hand.
"I am an officer, loyal to Kevia first and foremost above all else just as you surely are. But that becomes more difficult a thing to say as each day goes by, doesn't it. A decade of change has come to our little nation, and there are those of us who do not consider it to have come for the right reasons or at a fair price."
A decade meant one thing and one thing only. The union of Kevia and Stolrussia into Varnmark was nine years old this year. It had meant the end of years of vicious border wars between the two nations but it was by no means universally popular.
"The Stoli's are inside our country, in our armies, on our ships. They have invaded not with resistance but with an invitation and some are not happy with that. Who am I, you ask? I am an officer yes, but I am a patriot. If you respect that, I ask you to stop prying into things that do not concern you."
How do you respond?
[ ] Make a bolt for the door. Perhaps you can find help before he can react. (Prowess)
[ ] Make a bolt for your service pistol in the other room. (Prowess)
[ ] Ask what they plan. This might be a chance to avoid violence. (Subterfuge)
[ ] Ask what they plan. You are as patriotic as any other officer. (Diplomacy)
[ ] Agree to stop prying. You cannot do anything under threat. (Diplomacy)
[ ] Agree to stop prying. You can go to port security as soon as he leaves (Subterfuge)