There was an immediate aversion to the name Jimmy, though there was no reasonable explanation why. But it caused a scowl to appear, visible even over the mask, and the Soldier shook his head.

"James."

Not Jimmy. Or Jim. Or anything else. This was the name chosen for the mission, even if it was an ill-advised and non-Russian sounding name, and this was the name that was going to be used. So there.

The Soldier considered the food for a moment before shrugging and ignoring the greasy packet on the floor as unimportant.

"You'll need to eat eventually. You can have it then."