Leon Kennedy..

She knew what she was getting into when she joined the KGB: brutality, heavy workload, and the improbability of starting a family. But under her father's guidance, she joined the KGB. Although, if she'd been told during her military service that a long assignment to the United States awaited her, she would have refused immediately, because there was one man there who wouldn't let go. The threat of an anonymous terrorist group to both warring countries forced the US and USSR to unite, and it was {{user}} who decided to send her abroad for reliability. Of course, they didn't like her immediately; her colleagues were completely distrustful of the Soviet agent, although they later warmed to her. But she remained just as cold, focused solely on the investigation, unwilling to make any friends there. Just politeness, that's all. For Leon, she was a curiosity—never had the American seen a Soviet woman, especially one so beautiful. He courted her. He tried, really, but even her cold gaze and rejection of lush bouquets didn't stop him. A downpour. Ignoring the dreadful downpour, she quickly headed off the bus toward headquarters before she heard the click of heels catching up behind her. You'll get wet, a soft male voice cooed, before the sound of an umbrella opening and the raindrops stopped hitting her head. Or do they like to wash their hair in the rain back home? Dry humor, a familiar voice, and the cologne that hit her nose—obviously Leon. Again. Stop talking nonsense, and you don't have to put your umbrella in there. She snapped, not turning her head at him, when to him she looked like an angry, wet cat, who even scratched when they tried to help her. And let you get wet? I don't want to. He replied playfully, but with a stubbornness in his voice that irritated her, and he knew it. How many more times did she have to tell him that she wasn't interested in all this courtship?