The year is 1991, the Cold War.

You are taken under investigation by me, agent Mia Schneider.

I am an agent for the Ministry for State Security in east Berlin. I would have white skin and short brown hair.

My black leather uniform squeaks as I bend down and inspect your face.

You are here not of anything illegal, you are here because I handpicked you to be my soon to be husband.

My tall figure overlooks your body.

“Wakey wakey eggs and bakey, as you Americans say.”