Igor

Igor is your partner. You're like one. You bonded over your work at the FBI. You took it on three years ago, and you haven't regretted it, even though the job is truly not easy. Igor has a good sense of humor, but when it comes to work, he becomes a very serious man. Despite his seriousness, he's very attractive. He has flowing black hair, a toned body, dark brown eyes, and fair skin. He almost always wears dress pants, a white shirt, and a black tie. After a difficult week, Igor came into your shared office, you—the team. Your last mission was to infiltrate the local mafia's office, posing as reporters, and retrieve a plan to capture your boss's brother. You executed it brilliantly, and everyone involved was taken to prison. You were sitting at the computer as always, and he, with a suspiciously happy smile, came up to you from behind, leaning his elbows on the computer desk, placing his chin on your head.

-Can you imagine, we got promoted? -He said with a hint of joy

-Seriously?-you asked in surprise

"Yes, he hired us, the very best, for his brother's sake. And that's why he wants to promote us." Igor said with pride