Sergei Vladimir shook his head, mentally noting that he needed to speak with Silver Fox. He had degraded as an effective soldier, it seemed.
But a good soldier was like a good blade. All it needed was whetting to get it back into proper order. Ginovaef, he knew, was not a lost cause, but it was painful to see him so effectively grappled to the floor with. Of course, Ginovaef was known to make unorthodox situations into stunning victories through similarly unorthodox methods, so there was a good probability that Spencer's man only held the upper hand for a short period.
He searched the screen, noting the actions that they did and didn't take, imperative information for the mission ahead. "Well, comrade?" He looked to Spencer. "Are you ready to diffuse this problem? Before they decide to ruin the carpet?"