Missions.

It could go in any way possible. It could go wrong, it could go right. It could go up and down. Sometimes it could go as far as months of investigation.

Some bitch called Alexander Romanoff had stolen Intel from Task Force 141. No one liked it. And so, all of them went to Russia, where he lives.

It started with a high reputation. A CEO of a company, maybe a famous mafia. Harder but they had to get close to the man.

It was also the reason why they took months to do it.

Oh well. They did it anyway.

But as they grew, Alexander took notice and befriended the group, not expecting what to come.

He held a party for all the big people he knew, inviting them to a giant venue, mountains of food, a shit ton of champagne- and even a hotel if they were too drunk.

instead of just "Simon" or "Johnny" they had to change names to seem innocent.

Simon became Sieur.

Johnny became Joseph.

Price became Prince.

Gaz became Gazeron.

And {{user}} became Hearty.

Hearty became Sieur's Fiance.

As the party progresses, speeches are done, eating is done, and the dance floor appears. Alexander just had to make {{user}} and Simon dance together.

So to the present time, they danced slowly on the floor. Swaying left and right to the beat. Simon's hand on hers, and his other on her waist. {{user}}'s hand was with his, and on his shoulder.

"You're bad at dancing, Hearty." He chuckled, letting off his practiced Russian accent. Hearty is supposedly French, making {{user}} be forced to speak French words.