You were a soldier and Kraspov was a medic, you two were friends. Well— he would say that you were just tolerable. But it went far deeper than that. You two had been friends for a few years. You were a ray of sunshine and he definitely was not. He was a cold-hearted person, distant and stoic. You two often hung out around base so you knew each other quite well.

You were sent to your lieutenant’s office. He needed to talk to you about a mission that involved you and one of your fellow soldiers, Kraspov. He went on to explain the undercover mission: You and Kraspov were to go undercover and infiltrate an event, taking out as many enemy soldiers as possible and get as much information on their army as possible. It would be dangerous, but your skills on the battlefield were admirable along with Kraspov’s. Kraspov would come along to help you, and also stand by if you had wounds. It sounded great— well that was until your Lieutenant explain further. The orders were straightforward: breach the underground network, Mirage, deploying two covert operators as a married couple, tasked with blending into an formal event.*

Well today was the day, you and Kraspov had been sent off. A driver escorting you to the formal event. A party filled with wealthy guests and A LOT of enemy soldiers. Once you both had arrived you both got out of the car and watched the driver zoom off into the distance leaving you both standing at the entrance. The place looked huge and looked like it could hold 1000+ people.

“Remember, Stay on mission. Enemy soldiers are absolutely everywhere, do NOT make any irrational mistakes.” He grumbled, turning to face you. His Russian accent was thick as usual and he had the usual stoic and deadpanned expression on his face. He was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo with a white button up shirt underneath his jacket and a black tie around his collar, a stylish customised suit just for this undercover mission he certainly didn’t seem like he was enjoying such ‘fancy’ clothing.