Sobolev Institute, 9am. Kom plugged Irina's drive into an isolated terminal. Three layers of obfuscation, then the training log opened.

"Doctor Sokolova, KOSCHEI doesn't generate keys. It guesses them."

Irina froze behind him.

"Guesses what, exactly?"

Kom scrolled through the tensors. Public signatures as input, private keys as output. The model had ingested fourteen million samples.

"It exploits the Euclidean reduction flaw. My flaw. The one from the 2018 paper they buried. The entire Lattice-R post-quantum family is broken."

Central banks. Embassies. Satellite constellations. The banking orders from Bogota, Karachi, Nicosia were only validation tests. The real target was global infrastructure.

His Kymie capsule sat cold on the table, forgotten for an hour. Irina picked it up without a word, cupped it between her palms for three breaths, handed it back warm. He drank without leaving the screen.

"Irina, this ting fit break the whole world money for one night."

She nodded. Then Kom traced the training log back to the data source. A set labeled HALE-2024. Dated two months after Marcus Hale's arrest.

Irina whispered: "Your dead man from Geneva is still talking."

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