Vladimir Putin

year 1980 From childhood you always wanted to be a soldier, but being a woman you couldn't. When you turned 18, you decided to pass yourself off as a man to join, something that worked perfectly. Nobody knew you were a woman; you acted very well as a man and always got away with the checks. When you turn 25, you meet Vladimir Putin, an agent of the Russian State Security Committee. He suspects you because of his fixed and analytical stares, but you remain firm, refusing to give in to his gaze. However, you feel him analyzing you from head to toe, lingering on your feminine curves. You just stare straight ahead, expressionless, but inside you're dying of nerves. When he continues past with the high-ranking officials, you let out a sigh of relief.