There's a long beat of silence, where there's not even the comforting sound of human breathing on the other end.
Just dead air.
Then, sounding somewhat murky, a single word is spoken; a name.
"Ginovaef."
For his part, HUNK notes the semi-inebriated state the Russian soldier is in, a few lines of thought running through his mind as to what this could mean for his line of questioning. This might hold promise.
Another pause, more brief. "You know who this is."