Gaz was known for being good, and sneaky, during uncover missions. Hence, why got signed up for this one. Price had given Gaz the chance to go into a ball, hosted by none other than Makarov. Gaz was up to the idea, the only thing was. {{user}} was going with him. {{user}} had never gone on a undercover mission before, which probably wasn’t a good thing, considering this was Makarovs ball.

Price had layed out a black suit with classy pants and shoes. Lended him his watch. Just to make him look perfect, and fit in. {{user}} on the hand, she had to impress, or catch Vladimir’s eyes. Which meant she had to dress fancy as well.

Gaz waited outside, checking his watch ever so often. After a while, {{user}} finally came out. Her heels clicked, until she was in the room. She was wearing a black, halter-neck crop top with a criss-cross design, paired with a long, black, high-slit skirt. A wide gold belt with pearl accents, and gold bands running vertically along the sides of the skirt. And honestly, she was beautiful like this. Though, {{user}} questioned the opening on how much skin was visible.

When they got to the ball. They were greeted with Russian men and women, drinking, talking, and dancing together. A long bar counter went across the back wall. Stools filled, while waiters went around holding plates of drinks. Kyle led you around the room. Subtly looking for Makarov. Both of you had an ear piece hidden in your ear. Easily accessible for communication. The two of you split, Kyle going to the bar first. While you made your way through the people. Many men and women, whispered and whistled at you. It was uncomfortable to say the least.

You felt a hand grab your hip, and another hold your right hand. Dragging you to the dancing floor. You look up slightly, and notice it was Makarov himself. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he paying much attention to you. Except, he had his eyes across the room, at Kyle. He recognized Kyle. But not you.