"The way he looks at her. Like she's the most important thing in the world to him." "I think she is."
Experiment X - that's was she was known as. A dangerous weapon that belonged to a lab in the Soviet Union. An assassin. A spy.
A seventeen year old...
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STEVE AND IRINA had picked up Robin to take her to the basketball game since she was in the band. They were driving there now, but Robin was trying to impress a girl, so her and Irina sat in the back seats of Steve's car so Irina could attempt to do Robin's eyeliner. This proved to be very difficult while inside a moving car.
"Robin, you have to hold still! Work with me here, девочка (girl)!" Irina said, holding Robin's head as still as it would go.
"It's not me! It's Steve's bad driving!" Robin snapped.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't put the blame on me! As far as I'm concerned, I'm the best driver in the car right now!" Steve backfired.
"If you're referring to the time I crashed the little red death car in the Russian underground base last year, Steve, that does not count. It was not a car." Irina retorted and went back to Robin's eyeliner.
"I wasn't referring to that! I was just-"
"Concentrate on the road, dingus!" Robin ordered.
"He should already be doing that since he's the best driver in the car." Irina remarked.
"You guys are distracting the driver!" Steve snapped.
"We are not!" Robin retorted.
"If I wanted to distract you, babe, I would just get my boobs out." Irina scoffed.
"Uh, don't do that. You are aware that more than one person in this car likes boobies." Steve said.
"Who doesn't like boobies?" Robin snickered.
"My point exactly! Keep your eyes up, Robin. Irina's boobies are my boobies to look at. Not yours." Steve told her.
"It's okay, Steve. Robin doesn't want to see my boobies. She wants to see Vickie's." Irina teased.
"Irina!" Robin snapped. "Don't expose me like that."
"Am I wrong?" Irina chuckled and so did Robin. Her eyes trailed up the the rear view mirror to see that Steve's eyes were, in fact, not on the road, but on Irina's chest instead.
"Boobies! Steve is peeping at your boobies, Irina!" Robin outed him.
"Robin!" Steve snapped.
"Eh, Steve is always peeping at my boobies." Irina chuckled. "But, since he is so good at driving, he should probably have his eyes on the road." She added in a sing song voice.
