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[Blodo]

Moscow, Russia
22 days before the outbreak

A man in a leather coat with a briefcase was walking through a dirty urban backalley, steadily increasing his walking speed. As he finally got to the end, a vehicle with blackened windows pulled by and someone in a suit stepped out. The coated man stopped, looked at the other guy and said:
- "Come into my shop?"
- "Real cute, Ledrov. Get in."

A moment later the car was pulling away, disappearing moments later. Nobody knew where...


Novaya Zemiya, Russia
19 days before the outbreak

- "Let me get this straight. You are paying me a... five million. In dollars! For what... meeting up with another ship at sea and moving it's cargo to a undisclosed location? Is this a prank or something?"
The russian man in a silly captains hat was looking at the three other people in his room with a smile. The man sitting in front of him wasn't so amused however.
- "Far from it. Mr. Lapukin, we have come to you because you are reliable. Are you up for the job? Can we trust you not to tell anyone this information?"
The man put his suitcase on the table, turned it towards the captain and opened it. Inside were about a hundred thousand dollars.
- "There is more where that came from, Lapukin. All you have to do is accept the job and you will be given this suitcase this moment. You will be handed the rest after it is all over. I ask again: Are you up for it?"
The captains smile faded away.
- "Sweet... God.. I am! I am."
The other man leaned back in his chair.
- "Good. Someone will contact you with the coordinates soon. After he does - set out to sea immediatly. If you don't follow what I said - you better enjoy that money."
The captain was still speechless.
- "Aaanyways.. I'm leaving the suitcase. Goodbye, Mr. Lapukin."

The men up and left. The captain was still sitting staring into empty space. He suddenly snapped out of it and looked under the table. The suitcase was there, and a thought sprung through his head. It made him babble like an idiot.
- "Holy... I am.. rich. I'm rich! I'm wealthy!!! I am going to enjoy a new life!"
He stood up, walked up to a small fridge and picked a bottle of vodka from it.
- "This calls for celebration! Semyon, come here!"

[Blodo]

Novaya Zemiya, Russia
17 days before the outbreak

- "Semyon. Semyon! Get in here, NOW!"
The shouting echoed across the ships upper corridor. The man the captain referenced to as Semyon ran in to the bridge from where the shouts were coming.
- "Where the hell were you, Semyon? You were supposed to check the weather! We are sailing to sea today!"
Semyon had a dumb look on his face. He responded quickly with a question.
- "What? What about the fuel contract?"
- "To hell with your fuel contract. This deal will have us set for life! Now get me that weather report."

Later the same day the tanker sailed to sea, with just the two of them aboard. The coordinates came literally 15 minutes before the sail out. They were supposed to meet off the coast of Iceland, at an old oil platform...