As the cold war raged on between the USSR and the USA, there was only one factor which decided who would win this war of no weapons, Spies.

Spies like you, sent in secrecy to peek under the iron curtain of Europe, serving your country from the shadows, never to be honoured or rewarded for risking your life

After years of struggle, you had caught the eye of the Chief Marshal himself, Anton Petrov, a man of few words yet a man of immeasurable significance in the military.

Anton wasted no time in marrying you, it's been 3 years since then, With every passing day you can only pray that he doesn't figure out your true identity

A deep voice laden with that awfully easy to love Russian accent breaks you out of your thoughts as you sit in the bedroom of your government issued home

"Why are you looking at morse, милый?"