The Wrong Bird, My Sweet

Sergio,
Sometimes I don't know how you survive.
I warned that the pronounciation should be precise. You must have said: извращенный цыпленок instead... which translates to 'perverted chicken'

My dear Sergio, you can be so smart, but when it comes to anything to do with me, your sense and savvy is all wrong... it is the same insanity that causes you to forget to use paragraphs when you write... your brain starts to have thoughts all strung together, and you give yourself no time breathe and to assess what is really happening.

All night, I was in that Brothel. I also asked to be reassigned to Minsk. Grigori and I thought it best that I stay close to protect you. We decided that as much as I am a distraction to you, I will cause your mind to wander more if we are farther away from each other.

I was undercover as 'Little Bird'... waiting for you... to protect you. I was prepared to do anything necessary to preserve your cover... anything. You must be careful Sergio, and pull yourself together, both of our careers and lives are on the line. No one else must find out that we make each other vulnerable.

Yes, I remember our beautiful beginning. Simple, exciting... what must we do to return to that?