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It was the Winter of 1994 in Chicago and Nikolay Pyotr, a rags to riches man from Russia, was having his third annual dinner and ball for all the important business men that made up his company, Pyotr. His wife, Anya, was born a southern belle, closest thing to nobility in those parts. Anya was beautiful and charming and she knew how to make anything the highlight of the year. And so it was.

The manor had been decorated for the Christmas season and everywhere she looked there were beautiful gowns and furs and men dressed handsomely in tuxes and red ties.  Anya breathed in deeply, taking in the heavenly aromas of cinnamon, nutmeg and chocolate.

Nikolay Pyotr came up behind her and smiled as Anya grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. "Come dear, the business can wait a few minutes I'm sure." Anya said with a coy look in her big brown eyes. 

Nikolay laughed. "I'm sure it can, Anya. You look beautiful." He said as he looked her over, she was wearing red, his favorite color on her. And her long blonde hair had been twisted up into a high bun. 

Anya laughed. "You always say that love, I never know when to believe you!" 

Nikolay kissed her and held her cheek with his hand. "Always...believe me always. I can't wait till our little girl is born...and then we'll be a family. And I swear....nothing will ever harm us." 

Anya frowned. "Nikolay....you can not promise that. We don't know what the future holds....What if what Alexander said was true? What if you do carry that gene?"

Nikolay shook his head. :My father is desperate to get me back....He'd say anything...I just can't believe he thought I'd fall for that. No...my place is here with you and our baby girl...my father is dead to me." 

Anya smiled sadly. "I hope you're right...He just seemed so...."

"He's the best liar I've ever met Anya...Don't worry about it. He won't be coming back into our lives ever again. Käti will be raised with loving parents, in a safe home and everything she could ever want at the tip of her fingertips. Now come....it's time to annouce the name of our daughter. Three days...and I will be holding our baby Käti." Nikolay smiled brightly as he walked with Anya towards the front of the ballroom. 

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19 YEARS LATER

A slim dark haired girl sat with both her legs draped over the rafters of an old German mansion’s roof outside of Berlin. Her dark eyes watched as the sun started to set and sent rays of pink and purple all over the blue sky. She waited a few minutes for the dusk to set in and unzipped her black leather jacket to reveal a black tank-top and a black bullet-proof vest. The black pants she wore had two hand guns strapped to them and in her boots she could feel the knife she carried rubbing against her leg.

As she adjusted her earpice, "I'm in place, James." 

 "Käti, the general has entered the room. There's two gaurds with him. He has the suitcase on him." 

Käti breathed in deeply, held the rafter tight between her calf and thigh, secured the line that was wrapped around her waist, to a hook in the roof and then grabbed both of the guns. She quickly put silencers on, counted to two and then flipped upside down.

 As she passed the second story window Käti aimed and shot the two men in the room in the forehead.  They fell backwards as she dropped into the room. She quickly ran over to the computer they had both previously been over, closing the computer and grabbing a black metal case next to one of the bodies;  Käti left as quickly as she had come.

 She landed on the ground, cut her line and ran towards a red Lamborghini that one of the men had driven into the estate about 3 hours earlier. Grabbing a pin out of her hair and quickly picked the lock. It only took her a minute to hot-wire the car and speed out before anyone on the estate knew what had happened.

An hour later…

 “Targets terminated. Information regained. Mission accomplished.” Käti said as she handed the computer and black case to a black haired man with sunglasses and a suit. He nodded.

 “Good job Agent Ryder. Here is a letter that was sent to you...I would look it over if I were you.”

 Käti frowned and took the letter. It was from a Alexander Pyotr. "Who's that?"

The man shrugged. "It was sent to your last home in Chicago. Read it."

 “What do I do with the car?” Käti asked.

 The man paused then shrugged again. “Have a nice drive to the airport. Good day.”

Käti smiled and got back in the red Lamborghini, revving the engine she pulled away and sped towards the Berlin airport. 

 There you go! I hope that wasn't too boring! I had to kinda introduce a few things...to get your brains working! ;) Comment please! Let me know if it was boring, interesting, intriuging....etc. Just say something!!!! Love you all !!!! XOXO-Alex