Agent Isleen appears to have eaten the words she spoke the last time because she is currently going to Russia for the task Mr. Warner has promised her. She stormed out of the headquarters, bemoaning her high status, but then she realized that the potential for her position would be squandered. She had worked hard for many years, and now it was time for her to shine.

She doesn't have the luxury of being picky about missions. She's had enough of him and has moved on. It is now time to confront him. Besides, she'd been to Russia several times before, so disguising herself as a Russian shouldn't be difficult. She may be a jerk, but when it comes to working, she takes things seriously. Anyway, it's not going to happen. What possibly could go wrong?

She got to her location by flying with the company's jet plane. Russia. Aiden Keane Makarov, the millionaire bachelor, and CEO of Makarov Company, is a 31-year-old German Russian man who has been observed partying and attending clubs in Moscow. When she arrived at her hotel, she immediately began her preparations and inspected the neighborhood, particularly the bar mentioned in the data. Everything appears to be normal.

She went to a local coffee shop and got a cup of coffee. She sighed when she watched Agent Blue's expression when her high-tech watch rang. She was going to refuse it and let it ring, but the moron kept harassing me. She replied cautiously, “Stop harassing me, stupid. I'm in Russia.”

She could hear him giggling on the other end of the telephone. “I simply phoned to see if everything was okay. She doubts you'll be able to do that on your own.”

“Screw you.”

“Anyway, contact me if you need help, loser. In fact, I'm not far away. Adios!”

He then hung up the phone. She sighed.

For all she knows, that moron is just interested in me. As she walked back to her hotel room, she set up her equipment and prepared for tonight.

She's putting on her gorgeous attire for tonight. She put on her red lipstick and stunning red outfit, complete with matching stilettos. She disguised her red hair with a brunette wig and her naturally pale blue eyes with brown lenses, which was her usual look during missions.

The majority of Cypher's agents have changed their hair and had eye color surgery, but her characteristics are significant to her. It may be exhausting at times, but I'm OK with a wig and contact lenses. She sprayed perfume all over her body and double-checked her equipment. As usual, She donned her high-tech watch and her earpiece earrings.

She didn't have to murder him, so she merely brought her a knife and lipstick, but this dangerous assignment should be approached with caution. She’s screwed if she was caught by the enemies.

As she approached the club, she presented the guards and bouncer her phony id, Mia Ivanov, and flashed them her sexy grin, and they allowed her in. She could hear music roaring.

Weird. This is the precise spot where Aiden always parties, yet the Aiden She knows never attends such gatherings. He was a pretty uptight man who was always studying and working. He was unconcerned about such little matters.

He appears open and approachable for a mafia leader... This is a red flag. She needs to do additional research. Either her source is lying, or Aiden has truly transformed into a party animal.

She peered about surreptitiously, but the target was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he hasn't come yet.

“Какие напитки хочешь, красавица?” (What kind of drinks do you want, beautiful?) Asked the bartender, showing off his skills.

She smiled at him, replying in Russian.  “водка пожалуйста спасибо” (Vodka please, thank you.)

He nodded and began working. Agent Isleen sat on the stool and waited for her to finish her drink. He handed it to her when the bartender was finished. He scribbled something on a scrap of paper and motioned, "Call me," clearly flirting with her. She snatched it and tossed it in the trashcan quietly. Just thereafter, three guards burst into the bar, and Aiden was discovered with a blonde girl. He was dressed casually, with the first two buttons undone on his polo shirt. He was dressed in black slacks and had his blonde hair neatly gelled up in a manner, his blue eyes fixed on the female.

Her body froze at the sight of him, and she came to a complete halt. That's how long it's been... But it seems like yesterday. And he never ceases to be attractive.

Everyone split ways and gave him room, gawking at his presence but continuing on with their lives as the music abruptly changed.

"Эйден, мой мужчина" (Aiden, her man) The tall man who had come to welcome him in Russian had a broad grin on his face. She could understand what they said even though she was 3 meters away since her earring translated everything to English and allowed me to hear it with a 5-meter range. "Я рад, что ты смог это сделать сегодня" (Glad you could make it today.) The man continued.

Aiden shrugged, reciprocating his excitement with a smile. "Конечно мне здесь нравится" (Of course, I like it here)”

He danced with his hands all over the female, and she liked it, pressing herself closer to Aiden. She just glanced at them every now and again, tinged with envy at their presence.

She couldn't stop me from ruminating. Would she be able to dance like that with him again if she hadn't broken up with him? She was supposed to be the girl in his clutches. But she was shackled to this idiotic job...

She gave her a shaky shake of the head. No. This is excellent work for me. Isleen, stop thinking like this.

She waited for a chance to come close to him as she watched them go. She needs to find him on his own...

It took her thirty minutes to make Aiden look at her. He then grinned at her, indicated for her to follow, and headed into the restroom.

To avoid becoming suspicious, she waited a few minutes before following him. Walking in his way, and a wall separated us from the others, she felt two enormous hands pinning her against the wall. “Эй, сексуально. Я вижу, что ты меня проверяешь“ (Hey sexy. I can see that you’re checking me out.)  A voice from above said to her.

When she looked up, Aiden had a little smile on his lips and was smiling down at her. She smelled tequila and a cigarette on his breath. She nearly broke out laughing at how corny he sounded. His flirting abilities haven't changed in years. She kept a sexy expression on her face while nibbling on her gum. She's hoping he won't be able to see through her mask.

“Что ж, ты довольно красивый. Просто мой тип.” (Well, you’re quite handsome. Just her type)  she responded with her own. So it begins right now...

That made him laugh. “Мы могли бы переехать в другое место, если вы хотите узнать меня поближе...” (We could move to another place if you want to get to know me…)

She nodded, “Конечно” (Sure)

Wow. Getting Aiden is the first step in the plan. Check. He's a breeze to work with.

All that remains is for her to reach his residence. He took her hand in his and led her back to the club's rear entrance. She felt an excitement flow through her when his brown skin touched against mine. His hands were warm and large, and she had to stop me from reminiscing about the times we'd had in the past, times she thought She’d forgotten. She returned her gaze to the rear of us. We were not being followed by the men who had previously guarded him. She wrinkled her brows; Aiden in the past wasn't that careless. Aiden grinned as she looked at him. As this club is attached to a hotel, he then directed her to the elevator.

“Как насчет девушки, с которой ты танцевал?” (How about the girl you danced with?) As the elevator began to move, she inquired.

“Она найдет свой путь. Ты не хочешь меня” (She’ll find her way. Don’t you want me?) His blue eyes were fixed on her soul as he questioned. She had to keep her gaze away from his because she could feel myself sliding away from him... she must be courageous. So he just threw away his girlfriend like that?  “Конечно я хочу тебя” (Of course I want you) she said something in response.

As she stood alongside him, silence enveloped them. She could feel her heart pounding, but she had to keep her attention elsewhere. “However, I have a question...have I ever met you before?” In his English voice, he inquired abruptly.

He lost his footing when he blinked unexpectedly. He leaned on her for support, and though she was horrified by his contact, she could hear him groan in anguish. “Does something appear to be amiss?” So she inquired.