Alexander's mindset wasn't in the best place.
The concept of gains and losses perfectly encapsulated Alexander's current situation. Effortlessly, he had garnered several accolades, pulling out a few thorns embedded in Russia's side, but he had also betrayed two moles painstakingly developed by Russia.
At least he sold out the traitors on the other side, which made Alexander feel just slightly better.
But only slightly, not much more.
Yet, he had no choice but to sell them out.
The feeling was irritating, suffocating, and the root of it all lay with this captured Prince.
In the makeshift interrogation room, Prince lay sprawled on the floor, while Alexander glared at him, seething with rage, wishing he could kill him outright.
Grabbing the beaten and sprawling Prince off the ground, Alexander yelled sharply, "Speak! How can you prove Alekayev is one of your people? What evidence do you have?"
Prince's mouth was smeared with blood.
