Tiny Black Dot a Distance Away

"How is it? Have the codes been placed properly?" At the pier of Dhaka Lira, the big bearded, Balkiv tossed a cigarette to his companion before lighting one for himself. He said with a smile, "I heard from the boss that a submarine is coming to transport the goods this time. This bunch of Burmese are really something to be able to come up with a submarine for smuggling."

"I think they're just bragging." The companion lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. "Our boss had wanted to get a submarine that had its weapon system removed. He had already offered up to 10 million USD, but those people from the military still refused to budge."