CHAPTER 4. SOMEONE LOSES, SOMEONE FINDS

She looked at her colleague:

"I believe he's suitable. More than that—he's perfect. But he needs more than training. He has moral strength. He must be charmed, broken, and reassembled. Then he'll be extremely useful. I request transfer to my area of responsibility."

The FSB agent frowned:

"You understand the risk? He's not just a subject—you'll become attached."

"No. I simply know how to work."

"Agreed. One condition: stress intervention tomorrow. Family seizure. Blackmail. Visual confirmation, contact, then isolation. We begin infiltration through gratitude and fear."

She nodded.

"Sorry, didn't realize your situation was so serious. You dress like a gray mouse, never bother anyone. I'm an idiot. Never even thought of you as a woman. Since this matters so much to you, I'll approve your transfer request. You can work this guy and deliver results in six months. Acceptable?" her partner accommodated.

Recently a foreign journalist interviewed the Number One. Insulting interview, must be said. Moreover, dressed as if planning seduction. That's why she received asymmetric response. Her suitcase was gutted, replaced with a bucket of excrement. The seductive dress and accessories went to dry cleaning—couldn't wear her sweaty garments on assignment! Good thing the measurements fit. Such a bitchy surprise for the witch, such a gift for herself.

She knows everything about creating doubles. She'd already made one several years ago working in this department, still in excellent condition, but her real task is creating a replacement—far more complex. He must become her extension too, otherwise she'll have another useless double. Only one person knows this, with whom she'll coordinate in difficult situations.

Now to summon his wife for filming how she kills him after catching him with the neighbor. While they transport her, time for aromatic bath and curlers. Tomorrow—first contact.

External surveillance at the Israeli consulate recorded his appearance. Obviously why. Diplomatic contact reported his Sohnut visit tomorrow. Good. Must be there before opening. People there too. They always need something from us. Set condition—no killing. Unnecessary anyway. He'll go voluntarily. That personality type. Better than wife in prison or grave. His phone is monitored. We'll apply pressure. Not immediately, of course. First impression must be favorable. That's why she's positioned here, beautiful as the French ambassador's wife.

"What happens now? I need protection and support."