[archer laughs as he continues his sloppy way down the stairs. his own stupidity indeed...]

Oh my god, did you flinch? That's like telling an undercover cop they still have their badge on and they actually look to check! [god, he's gonna get shot. shitty frickin' russian cop-spies. they don't ever get any better.] Whatever, Khrushchev, I don't give a shit.

[a beat:] Unless you know Katya. Did she say anything about me?