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“Listen, Natalya. I need to tell you something.” She turned towards him and came close to listen. “I think there is a way you can help Great Britain. It’s something very few people get to do. I know you represented Russia in figure skating, but if you’ve ever wanted to represent Britain, I know of an opportunity.” Nigel said. “What is it?” Natalya asked, appearing interested. “There is no easy way to put this. I want you to become a spy for England.” Natalya took a step back and began to shake her head. “What are you talking about?” Nigel stepped towards her. “I’m not a photographer. I’m with the intelligence service. I’ve identified you as a good candidate for a spy program we have created.” Natalya began to walk slowly backwards and became more and more agitated. “I don’t know what this is. I want you to delete the pictures you have taken of me.” She stated firmly. “Hear me out, Natalya.” Nigel said as he offered the camera to her. After a moment she stepped forward and took the camera. “I want you to get close to a Russian target and spy for us. You would gather info and report back. This poisoning scandal you know of has created a huge need for information. Someone like you could help us very much.” Natalya began to shake her head. “Why would I do this? This is crazy.” “You would be paid very well, and you get the opportunity to do something for your country. This is an opportunity that not many people get.” Nigel said. “This is dangerous and I don't know why you’ve chosen me.” Natalya is ****, but Nigel can sense she is at least considering it in some regard. “We’ve chosen you because the target has an interest in women like you. Figure skaters. Blondes.” A look of realization comes over Natalya, and Nigel can tell she is figuring everything out. “You’ve been trying to figure out whether I’d be a good spy for you this whole time. And you’ve decided I am.” “Correct. Now look, I know that this is a lot to take in. But I can tell you are a woman who is looking for purpose in life. You had your figure skating but now that is over and you are stuck doing what? Redundant tasks for low pay and even lower satisfaction. You want more, Natalya. I can tell.” Natalya begins to think about this. To Nigel, she clearly does want more. “And, who is this target?” Natalya asks. “I can’t tell you who, but he is a very rich and bad man, who is connected to Russian spies and Russian mafia. This man wants to hurt our Britain, Natalya.” Nigel was working the patriotism angle hard but he could tell it was working. “And what would I have to do?” Natalya asked. “Get close to him and gather information.” Natalya thinks about this and Nigel can tell she is wondering how exactly she would get close to such a man. “You would seduce him.” “WHAT?” Natalya shouted and raised her arms in exasperation. “Yes, you would need to seduce him. Is that a problem or should we look for someone else?” Nigel said, taking a risk that she would walk out the door. It’s now or never, he thought.

Natalya stood there for a moment, then began pacing back and forth. She made her way to the tattered couch and took a seat, looking off in the distance, pondering. Finally she looked up at Nigel. “I’ll do it.” She said. Nigel looked at her and smiled. “I’m very glad to hear that, Natalya.”