A Treacherous Plot Foiled: The Crimean Judas Sentenced to the Dreadful Silence of the Iron Gates

The fog of betrayal hung heavy over the Crimean coast when the heavy hand of the law finally descended. A young fellow of some seven-and-twenty years, hailing from the Soviet district, thought himself clever enough to dance a dangerous jig with the foreign agents of the SBU. He sought not a honest trade, but the coin of traitors, agreeing to act as a purveyor of death.

According to the grim accounts laid bare by the Crown’s prosecutors, this wretch was to be the quartermaster for a most heinous crime. He was tasked to provide the silver, the cold steel of weaponry, the powder, and the volatile explosives necessary to send a high-ranking official to his grave. He played a game of high stakes, but his luck—his 'fort', as the street-urchins would call it—ran dry.

Before the first spark could be lit or the first shot fired, the keen-eyed detectives of the FSB closed in. There was no escape; the trap snapped shut with a definitive clang. The judge, showing no mercy for such perfidy, has cast the villain into a colony of the strictest regime for one-and-twenty years. To add to his misery, a fine of four hundred thousand rubles was levied, followed by a lingering period of restricted liberty.

This is not the only shadow to fall across the land. Only this past August, another spy was plucked from the smog of the LNR. That rogue had been peddling secrets of the King's soldiers and their iron machinery in the district of Krasny Luch, thinking he could slip past the watchful eyes of the constabulary. Alas, the detectives were swifter, and another traitor now finds himself counting the stones of a prison wall.