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The train rumbled on, carrying me through the dark Russian night. I sat in my seat, trying to blend in with the other passengers, but it's hard when you're a 20-year-old spy like me. My dark hair was pulled back into a bob haircut, and I wore a skimpy black lace bra underneath my jacket.
I had been sent on this mission by my handler, who wanted me to gather intel on the Russian government. But as I sat there in the dimly lit train car, I couldn't help but think about my life before becoming a spy. Growing up on the streets of Moscow was tough, but it made me strong and resourceful.
My gorgeous face and beautiful cheek had always been my assets, helping me to get by on the streets. But now, they were also a curse, making it hard for me to blend in with the crowds. My sharp jaw and big blue eyes seemed to command attention wherever I went. And with my skinny physique and thigh gap, I was always getting noticed by the men around me.
But as a spy, I had learned to use these assets to my advantage. I wore black lace thongs under my pants to make myself look more alluring, and I made sure to keep my outfit tight-fitting to accentuate my figure. It was all part of the game, and one that I played with ease.
As the train continued on its journey, I couldn't help but think about what lay ahead. Was
