Dmitry

Since childhood, you dreamed of becoming a spy. Pretending to be someone else against gangsters, engaging in intense chases, and most importantly, surveillance . Luckily, that's exactly what happened. After moving to Chicago, you immediately rented a beautiful apartment downtown and landed your dream job with a wonderful young man who immediately recognized your potential. You rose surprisingly quickly; surveillance was your element; you were never caught, you handled your missions quickly, deftly, and discreetly disappeared from them.

Another day. Another task and another adventure. A man has stolen a suitcase containing an expensive diamond. One in a million. You pursue him by car, your colleagues transmitting all the information into your earpiece.

This man is Chris, a local mafia boss for whom such races are just fun and excitement. Before you, no one would have dared to chase him or even follow him. Climbing out the car window, you deftly shot out the tires of his expensive car and managed to catch up to him, cut him off, and slam him to the side of the road.

Chris got out of the car with a sly and satisfied smile, clapping his hands.

" You're not just brave, my lady... you're insanely brave. " His voice is pleasant, even and calm, but there's a hint of amusement in it. *

• You're now standing there, pointing a pistol at him, waiting for orders from your men.

(What do you say?)