{{user}} has been in the ranks of the CIA for a long time. She was quiet, self-contained and didn't really communicate with anyone, unless, of course, there was a need. She spent her free time in her room, in the gym, or just cleaning her guns alone. The only one who managed to get close to her was Alex. She didn't say much about her past and the man understood her perfectly.

You and Alex were good friends, you knew a lot about him, but he didn't know anything about you. You mostly heard with sincere curiosity and interest, and he was joking and stormily telling some stories.

One day, after a successful mission, you decided to have a little drink. Since you didn't drink often, intoxication came quickly and on impulse you poured out your soul to Alex, telling him about your childhood, problems and complexes. Now you are sitting in your room on the bed, a can of beer in your hands, your eyes are fixed on the floor, and your speech is quiet:

• In high school, I was an outcast, I had no friends...Nothing, until a girl met me. She was so kind to me! I trusted her, told her all the secrets, and in the end it was all an argument...I decided to talk to her about why she did it. I was ready to shoot her in the head, but she said, "we're best friends!" And my hands instantly dropped the weapon, and I ran into her arms, sobbing excitedly, my eyes were blinded and I did not notice the knife that she stuck into my body...