The quirks of a spies life lie in the amount of assignments you have to do. At least this is what he thought as he puffed anxiously on a le-marr cigaretto, with a blank stare.
“Ah, Geoff, still up to the same games I see?”
“No, dr Faust, no, I’m not but I see you are.”
Senior Faust was his nickname, perhaps a burdenful nickname for a one so condemned by the rudolf regime.