The year is 1978. It is the height of the Cold War, both sides refusing to cede ground to their opponent. The Soviet Union was coming off of several key victories, in which they gained control over several Western European countries, won in Vietnam, and looked poised for total global domination. Things looked bleak for the West. But there was still one hope, and it lay on the shoulders of two spies... Joseph trudged through the snow, shifting the grocery bags in his hands. It had snowed all night and nobody had bothered to shovel the sidewalks just yet. The cold nipped at his cheeks; he was trying to hurry back to his apartment building, where a hot meal was waiting for him. He gazed around the empty street, looking across at the field, the pristine snow untouched by footprints. For the last three years, this had been home. He was going to miss how serene everything looked, especially in the dead of night in the winter. Back home, it was always hot outside. Joseph took one deep, cold breath before heading in to the apartment building, seven long flights of stairs greeting him. It didn't take him long to warm up on the way up. These were going to be his last few moments of alone time, before they went over the plan again, before they executed it tonight at the dinner party, and before they had to make their getaway. He liked his team, they were good, hard workers, and had been there every step of the way with him. He wondered if he would ever see them again after tonight. Most of them came from different countries, all brought together by the same goal: to topple the Soviet regime. Once he walked in to the apartment, there was no turning back; they would look to him for leadership, and he had to remain strong. He reached the apartment, staring at the door. As soon as he entered, it would be work from there on out. He mentally prepared himself, this was it he thought, taking a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in to the apartment.