Sure.

"Sure," said Gary as they entered the room.

Inside was a mix of modern and what he assumed was Russian designs, as she moved him in and guided him to the sofa. She continued, "You sit here and I bring us drinks."

As Natasha moved to the kitchen, she headed to her wine cellar for her special vintages. Her grandfather was a scientist for the U.S.S.R. assigned to help the K.G.B. with breaking subjects and making sleeper agents. Most of it was a failure, but they Soviets were known for trying anything.

Natasha thought to herself, 'Except Grandfather was successful, he just didn't share it with the government. He knew they hoarded the best for themselves and took from the people in a mockery of communism. He came to believe the capitalist were more honest in their greed by admitting it.

So when he invented an ultimate mind control ****, he used it as a capitalist would, taking what he wanted. When he shared the secret of the chemical with me, I used it to get to America and take what I wanted from many. Many with wealth and power to benefit me. Now I take a man I want.' She smiled as she took the counteragent.

She returned with glasses and the **** bottled, pouring both of themselves a drink. She handed it to him and said, "I hope you don't take advantage of me with this?"

They drank and flirted, as she waited for the signs of the ****. Slowed reactions, passiveness, slurred words, and glassy eyes. Like he showed now. His mind open to any and all suggestion as his ability to judge information was dulled so he would accept any truth. To accept her truth.