HS-XR01

(At Dony Arjito's Residence)

"Who is he?!", exclaimed a pale-faced man, slender in build with a shock of white hair.

"Zein", Andy Arjito, aka Boss Gareng, replied, his voice measured. "Zein El-Ghifari, Dad. He's one of the doctors at Derisa Hospital".

"Zein El-Ghifari?". The name rolled off Dony Arjito's tongue, his pale face etched with curiosity.

"Is he a local, or does his heritage stretch further afield?", Dony's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he awaited his son Andy's response."

"I'm not sure, Dad", Boss Gareng admitted, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.

"Zein's features are a mix - Western, yet Arabic. But it's those piercing green eyes... they're unnerving". Boss Gareng's gaze drifted off, reliving the chilling moment when Doctor Zein's stare sent a shiver coursing through his veins.

Dony's expression turned grave, his eyes bored into Andy's. "This is most peculiar, Andy. Have you delved into the history of man at all?"

"Nothing more, Dad", Boss Gareng replied, his voice measured. "My sources indicate he's an unremarkable doctor, a widower of forty-three years".

"Hmm... An ordinary doctor and widower, yet he's bold enough to cross you? And you say he's not intimidated by me, even going so far as to call me a lowlife who'll soon be behind bars? Fascinating... This is getting interesting", Dony Arjito said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"That's right, Dad. Moreover, he lives with his parents and has three younger sisters. One of his sisters happens to be at his house right now. At Derisa Hospital, he's Director Widodo's right-hand man", Boss Gareng said, still seething with resentment towards Doctor Zein.

"Derisa Hospital, if I'm not mistaken? I shall have words with that scoundrel Widodo!", Dony Arjito thundered, springing from his chair to summon the man.

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(At EnCious Restaurant, one of the famous restaurants in Derisa City)

"A VIP room, number 5, if you please", the bearded man requested, his affable smile a fleeting contrast to the air of quiet purpose that surrounded him.

"Right this way, sir", the waitress said, her smile bright as she gestured for the bearded man to follow her.

"Ah, thank you kindly", the bearded man replied, his warm smile unwavering. As they ascended the stairs, the waitress halted before a door, her hand poised on the handle.

"Here we are, sir, VIP room number 5", the waitress announced, her manner courteous and obliging. With a gentle smile, she turned to depart, having fulfilled her duty.

"Wait, miss", the bearded man called out, his voice low and gentle, as he pressed two crisp 100,000 rupiah notes into her hand.

"Oh, please, sir, it's quite unnecessary", the waitress protested, her head shaking in a gentle demur, as she attempted to decline the proffered gratuity.

"It's quite all right, please, just accept it", the bearded man insisted, his hand enveloping hers in a warm, firm grasp, as he discreetly slipped the two 100,000 rupiah notes into her palm.

"Thank you... Thank you ever so much, sir", the waitress replied, her voice tinged with genuine delight, as a warm smile spread across her face.

With that, the bearded man rose from his seat and stood before the door, his knuckles rapping softly against the wood. A voice from within the room responded, its tone muted but audible.

("Заходите, Сергей")

"Come in, Sergej", a voice from within the room called out, belonging to none other than Doctor Zein El-Ghifari. Sergej stepped forward, entering the room with a quiet purpose.

("Добрый день, босс фильцев")

"Good day, Boss Filzev", Sergej said with his characteristic affable smile, before taking a seat beside Doctor Zein, his movements relaxed and familiar.

("Пожалуйста, не называйте меня Фильцевым, если я с друзьями или семьей. Просто позвони Зейну")

"Please, Sergej, no need to call me Filzev in front of friends or family. Zein will do just fine", Doctor Zein said with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

("Все готово, босс")

"Understood, Boss", Sergej rejoined, his face creasing into a wide, affable grin.

A glimpse into Doctor Zein's past, and the multiple identities he had assumed

One of the aliases that adorned Doctor Zein's passport during his espionage days was Filzev Izanovic, a purported Serbian citizen with roots in the storied city of Belgrade.

In Serbia, he was a singular scientist whose remarkable expertise enabled him to devise the groundbreaking formula dubbed 'HS-XR01', a feat unmatched by his peers.

HS-XR01, a biochemical warfare agent of unmitigated ferocity, unleashes a maelstrom of psychological devastation upon its victims.

As the toxin courses through their veins, the afflicted are instantly consumed by a frenzy of hallucinations, their minds shattered by an unyielding aggression that propels them to merciless slaughter.

The carnage escalates into an orgiastic dance of death, until, in a ghastly denouement, the sole survivor is driven to extinguish their own existence, a grim testament to the agent's appalling efficacy.

The manner of their self-destruction is left to the whims of circumstance, a grim finale dictated by the desperation of the moment.

Across the globe, this elusive formula has ignited an unrelenting fervor among terrorists and militarists, who, driven by an insatiable lust for power, seek to wield its devastating potency to subjugate and enslave entire nations.

Despite the absence of an antidote, a secret breakthrough has been achieved. Unbeknownst to the world, Doctor Zein has successfully crafted a counteragent.

Guided by his steadfast principle, 'for every poison, a remedy,' he has ensured that the destructive power of the biochemical agent can be neutralized

(Back to VIP room number 5)

As the evening wore on, with conversation flowing effortlessly in Russian, Doctor Zein savored the traditional Indonesian delicacies alongside Sergej.

Then, with a hint of curiosity, he posed a question, simultaneously testing Sergej's proficiency in the Indonesian language.

For over a decade, Sergej has called Indonesia home, yet the exact location of his abode remains a closely guarded secret.

Only the Almighty and Sergej himself are privy to this knowledge, a mystery hidden from prying eyes, including those of his acquaintance, Doctor Zein.

("Jadi Sergej, apa kau sudah bisa?")

"Tell me, Sergej, have you finally attained proficiency?", Doctor Zein inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Sergej erupted into laughter and replied,

("Maksudmu apa aku bisa Bahasa Indonesia? Ya, tentu saja bisa. Coba kau nilai Bahasa Indonesia dan logatku Bos")

"You mean, can I speak Indonesian? Of course, I can! Assess my Indonesian language skills and accent, Boss", he said, still chuckling, revealing his pearly white teeth.

Doctor Zein's eyes widened in astonishment as he listened to Sergej's flawless Indonesian.

Unlike the stilted accents of other foreign tourists, Sergej's pronunciation flowed with effortless ease, indistinguishable from that of a native Indonesian.

To anyone who heard him speak, it was inconceivable that Sergej wasn't a native Indonesian, so natural and authentic was his accent, bespeaking a lifetime spent growing up amidst the rhythms and cadences of the Indonesian language.

"Your mastery of the language warrants a score of 9, a near-perfect proficiency", Doctor Zein remarked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Come on, boss! Can't I get a perfect 10?", Sergej joked.

"If you desire a perfect score, then you must take the ultimate step, formally become a citizen of Indonesia and swear allegiance to this great nation. Are you prepared to make that solemn vow?", Doctor Zein asked, his eyes sparkling with challenge.

"Perhaps that's a prospect for another day, boss", Sergej chuckled, his laughter infused with a carefree joy, as he basked in the warmth of the moment.

As memories stirred, Sergej's visage transformed, shadows claiming the space where warmth once dwelled, "Someone of undisclosed purpose requests a private audience with you, Boss".

"Whose presence commands your urgency?", Doctor Zein probed.

"Fate's gentle whisper, your wife's presence", Sergej replied flatly.

"Delusion grips you, Sergej. My wife's gentle soul departed eight winters past", Doctor Zein rolled his eyes.

"In Angelique's shadow, Reema's silhouette emerges", Sergej's countenance was a mask of stoicism.

"Reema? Impossible! Do you mean Heendoon?", Doctor Zein exclaimed, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Indeed, boss", Sergej said with a sigh, continuing,

"Mrs. Reema, a shadow within our organization, has embarked on a perilous quest to mirror your legendary espionage exploits. Her search for you has reached Indonesia's shores"

"What?! Her too?! Part of the organization?! Why didn't you inform me?!", Doctor Zein exclaimed, irritated.

"You didn't ask me either, boss", Sergej said nonchalantly. Doctor Zein's frustration grew, longing to shave Sergej's beard to the roots.

"Does she know my current location?", Doctor Zein inquired calmly.

"Yes, she does..", Sergej replied succinctly, clarifying everything

'Heendoon? Unthinkable! She'll surely appear at my doorstep. I assumed the shadows of our past had faded'

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