It doesn't make any sense," he said. "Which ironically is what makes the most sense. You haven't given us the full information yet. The rest of the intel that turns this nonsensical information into a useful one. Because you need something in return. Am I right?"
Lin nodded his head with a smile. He was happy with how this meeting was going. Very happy. He was very short of time. Much too short of time to waste any of it on the normal procedure. Nobody spoke, but the silence was very strange.
"So, Mr. Lin," Grigory glanced at Lin as he spoke. "What is it that you require from the CCSS to spill the beans?"
He turned his eyes towards Lin, waiting for his response.
"What I need is maximum protection of the CCSS," Lin pondered over his words for a few seconds before continuing. "And I need the Circassian government to grant me permanent residency as an official Circassian citizen."