He was beginning to lose ground with the other soldier, he could see. It hadn't been an insincere offer; HUNK he had been confident that Spencer, even with the Anti-Umbrella activists clogging up the networks, could actually help what seemed like a laughable existence become what Ginovaef was more used to.
HUNK himself couldn't imagine living a stagnant life like Nicholai had been forced to.
His name- Nicholai kept repeating it as if he was wishing that by saying it he could conjure up the dead. Or maybe he really thought he was talking to the Alex McLeod of Rockfort he used to know. He couldn't tell- but for some reason...
It was working. Old flashes of the man he had been kept surfacing.
"Albert Wesker was a pawn. He knew it. His ambition was bigger than his means." It was a straighforward assessment, with no malice in the tone. Spencer was a good deal older and with far more resources than the admittedly crafty former employee. Not that HUNK personally thought there was anyone even close to the maverick scientist who could match him.
He didn't offer this lightly. If it were anyone else but Ginovaef, he would have kept the offer in check. But in the suspicious Russian's case, he needed some way to offer assurances that he wouldn't be fucked over like his mentor.
"Bring your weapons; the uniform will be provided." He hesitated briefly on whether or not he wanted to tell Nicholai the reason for the uniform change. Might as well: they said enough over the line that in the event someone did manage to tap it, the both of them would be up shit creek.
"We don't want the targets to feel like they've got something familiar to fight against." Scare tactics were always fun.