Michael comes home to find Fi working her way through Strickler's yogurt. He tells her about the impending Ukrainian invasion and how Strickler fits in: "He's here to profit from any bloodshed." Michael says that just knowing a Ukrainian is after him doesn't really narrow things down, so Fi tells him about a guy she knows named Beck who does a lot of work for certain members of that community. "If there's a Ukrainian in town, he'll be able to fill you in." Apparently he's a big-time cargo hijacker now. "Like FedEx for the Kalashnikov set," Fi explains. What a terrible analogy. "He's about as connected as a Miami hustler who doesn't speak Russian can get." Michael asks her to set him up, but she thinks that's a bad idea. "I may have intercepted a couple of his shipments once," she admits. "Sparkling new P-90s," she moons. Michael's retroactively irritated that she's already alienated a possible contact. But she can at least direct him to his favorite hangout. Which is the same as a home address, on this show.