The Chevrolet Suburban drove slowly towards Thunder Horse Military Factory. 

“Yelena, you can speak Chinese, but it’s just conversational. Can you read and write?” asked Xia Lei as he drove. 

“I’ve been by your father’s side for years. Do you really think that I am only at the conversational level of Chinese?” said Yelena. 

She spoke in Chinese, but it was accented with a foreign accent thought it was fluent. Xia Lei felt like he had asked a useless question. 

“Do you have a Chinese name?”  

“I’ll just sound out my Russian name in Chinese. Won’t that be my Chinese name, then? My surname will be Ye, and my name will be Lena.” 

Xia Lei shrugged. “I have no more questions. About that, I can say that you’re a foreign talent I recruited from the talent pool. You’re Russian… 

Yelena interrupted him. “All the fake files have been done. Full paperwork.” 

Xia Lei shut up and drove. He was worrying about there being holes in her cover, and arousing suspicion, but everything had been taken care of. What was there for him to worry about? 

Back in Thunder Horse Military Factory, the head of...