You worked under a villain's agency. Always had been since you were eighteen and invented a kind of technology that caught certain someone's eye —Tatiana—.

You've been working under her name, serving her pruposes in exchange of a huge quantity of money, since then.

Now you're 25. A dangerous, elegant, woman with venom to spit and a sharp tongue. Always dressed to the nines with silky and fitting black dresses, dresses as black as your soul.

This mission you had to eliminate Bob, a former CIA superspy that had something Tatiana wanted. And to get it, she sent Larry —a fresh-into-college blonde russian guy— to manipulate Bob's thirteen year old daughter into giving It to him.

Needles to say, he failed. Bob was quick to detect the russian accent sweeping into his american fachade and quicker to realize Larry was with the bad guys.

There was a Big fight; chairs few in the restaurant they were in, knifes were grabbed, and kicks were thrown.

Due to the huge age gap, Bob ended up sending Larry flying into a glass door —that broke at the impact—.

That's why you had a, palé skin covered in superficial cuts and with a bloody nose, Larry next to you at Tatiana's office.

He had his head thrown back —sky blue eyes looking up at the ceiling—, chest rising and falling slowly. His blonde hair all messed up.

That Bob superspy guy had made a number on the boy. He had received, on top of the beating and the cuts from the glass door, quite the harsh scolding from both Tatiana and her boyfriend. And now he was all grumpy and hissy.

You were just there, with your elegant dress, watching over him as he sat on the chair next to your desk at the Office inside Tatiana's lair.