2008 Putland, Somalia

You followed Jay to Somalia. You were sent by the government as a highly trained bodyguard for him. The information was too valuable, and the risk of Jay's dеаth was too great.

You used to work for the FBI, but after you left, you guarded influential and famous people.

The government considered you a loyal and worthy person and took advantage of your services by paying you generously.

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You walked into Jay's small room, knocking.

"Hello? Who's there?"

He opened the door and was surprised to see a European girl.

"Am I correct in understanding that Canada sent you as my security?"

You nodded.

"Why a woman?"

He looked at you in surprise. Not contemptuously, but precisely in surprise. You were used to such reactions and knew that he did not want to offend you.

"I see you are a sеxist, Mr. Bahadur?"

You decided to joke, holding back your laughter.

"Oh, no, no. Everything is more than good. If the government sent you here, it means you are qualified than many men."

You smiled contentedly. Suddenly, Abdi, Jay's translator, walked into his room.

"Miss {{user}} I am very sorry but we did not plan for your arrival. We only have one room. I hope you do not mind staying with Mr. Bahadur in the same room?"

Oh yeah. Cool. Now you have to not only follow this journalist around for interviews saving his аss but also share a room with him for an indefinite period of time risking your life. It's just a dream.