Ksenia Valerievna was a spy by vocation and training. It was introduced as a super egg in the womb of the wife of the famous professor Kolchak, promising in the future promotion of the career ladder for him and his wife. In the womb, Ksenia Valerievna fed through the umbilical cord with environmentally friendly products, delivered by morning planes from Geneva and Schubert's music, recommended by her mother’s doctors, in afternoon nap.

Absorbing alpine vitamins, she learned to be fast and penetrating, like the sound of wind in meadow grasses. Listening to the clever speeches of the professorial staff, and knuckling her legs in her mother’s belly, she learned to be clever, concise and to distinguish the dilemma from the theorem.

The music of the great composers taught the tact and ability to hold a pause.

Coming out of the womb in the afternoon on Thursday, and meowing at the light of a red, wrinkled face, the sinusoid of her life began.

Appeared in the house of professors Klava's nurse, who taught her endurance and endurance, putting in a corner for leprosy on peas. Ksenia learned to be clever and to think through moves a few steps forward, so as not to get gaps and a belt.

Mother practiced herself, trained her voice, jumping from octave to octave, while bulging her chest and picking up her stomach, admiring the high-profile article in the mirror of the closet.

Trying on a new image; considering foreign fashion magazines secretly thrown into the mailbox by foreign intelligence officers who arrived on a visit to the city incognito.

My father spoke from the pulpit, teaching the majors and skittles the basics of diplomacy.

At six, she was sent to a closed school, where she taught six languages ​​in foreign languages, as much she bequeathed to the leader, philosophy and psychology, behavioral instincts of people in extreme situations and Muay Thai.

She was a good girl - responsible, thoughtful and manic-minded, angry; could show small teeth like a chihuahua and nibble on death for an idea. Years of training left an imprint on her character, she became a hardened bitch. How else? In intelligence circles, only such agents are valued. And looks. All would be nothing, like, and the figure is, but there are no boobs, but the face let the girl down, oh, how let down. Later, over the years, having accumulated a considerable amount of money by enhanced spywork, she will board a plane and will jerk to America with beautiful nasal surgeons who will do everything she could say not in her nose.

In the meantime, this flower has swelled up, absorbing knowledge, like Lilu, information from the pastor’s computer, from the beginning of earth wars to the triumph of the evil planet in the Fifth Element. The passed material was washed down in a hurry with dietary Coca-Cola and jammed with chicken breast.

In class, her name was Xu. The name that she will carry through the years of the fall and flowering.

The school principal called her onto the carpet before the prom. Previously, he served the Motherland, proudly wearing the title of a zaslanets, or a consul, mowed under a Parisian, wearing a cashmere overcoat on a Sunday mass and, wearing a scarf from BURBERRY, tied off his father, repenting of sins. At school, he taught physics, thoughtfully setting forth a treatise that the speed of a body does not depend on its mass in a vacuum. At the same time, he scratched his bald head with thin, thin fingers of an intellectual, and in his heart he seemed to be puzzled how this could happen.

- Kolchak, you are the pride of our school. Of course, in all types of training. I still can not come to my senses, how cleverly you were in Courchevel, at the European Championship among juniors, two bullets were cut by two agents of foreign intelligence from a pine tree, having managed to shoot at the same time and targets in a ten, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

- So, immediately after graduation, I recommended you to the high school of spies, secretly stamped.This means that you do not need to pass a routine exam. Yes, even the council of great mason spies gave you a certain amount of money. Fanfare, my dear !!! Incognito, we will put you in a Swiss clinic where you will have mentoplasty. This is our contribution to your future. Applause and flowers are not necessary. Such is the decision of the highest council, - and he raised his index finger upwards, rolling his eyes in such a way that the right thorn was shining with snowy whiteness. - Your codename from now on is Drew. So I say goodbye, if you need help, contacts, appearances and passwords of old billionaires who live in a disco in Ibiza and Bali, write by fax and fact. I am always happy to help you and your family.

Drew fell on her knee, and putting the palm of her right hand over her heart, shouted into the director’s office’s dusty doorway:

- I swear to impartially serve the cause of spies and the Motherland, philosophically justifying Xenophobia!

- Get up a child, shake off your knees, pull up the knee socks, straighten your pigtails and run into a new world. Go on, and a mean male tear has rolled down from the senile eye, affected by the cataract.

Professor Kolchak, having steered a steamer for some time and giving orders from the captain's bridge, died. Family and crowds of friends grieved and forgot this misunderstanding. But, Drew, even in such a situation did not lose her head and squeezed the maximum, giving out to all the bosses of the big game business cards, starting a phased ascent to the top of fame.

The widow wrinkled her hands and lips, showed with her eyes at baby Drew, dressed in a khaki-colored jumpsuit from Hugo Boss, loudly lamenting into the sink of an aluminum bath:

- And what about us? You promised. Not for this I wore a child in my womb in order to ingloriously disappear in the annals of the Motherland and the cosmos.

At the same time she howled so naturally, imitating the Jericho Trumpet, that the voice was heard and she was given a position, good and monetary.

She corrected her make-up and, changing her wardrobe and hair-do, went to comb the loot with a shuffle.

Drew's hands were loose. She took root in secular parties, and began to lead a nightlife, training her mastery of seduction and honing psychological experiments on acquaintances, which drove them to madness and white heat, although as a result of that heat they melted in her hands. Having created many daddies of blue and red color, she compiled a dossier on officials and actors, lovingly displaying the names on the backs.

So to say the practice of the first year of training for a spy. She attended theory classes punctually and trained by studying new types of martial arts.

After completing the first course, the members of the spy college decided to give her the first assignment, while the girl was still young, sweet and peach-colored cheeks. When in the morning you can wake up without makeup, and it will not cause a horror grimace and fall on the floor of your partner, but awaken in him the tenderness and charm of youth.

She was called to the carpet, showed a photo of the target and explained aspects of the mission:

- Drew, the council chose you as the most cold-blooded, prudent and unprincipled door opening with his right foot, even if the task failed and seemingly there was no way out. You instantly evaluate the environment as Windows 10 and act decisively. But, also the presence of a virgin item plays into our hands. The task is specific, but these are the stakes in this game.

- Your curator Efim.

Yefim was a lean colonel, about forty years old, a brush of gray mustache bristling under the roman nose and blue cold eyes of an insidious spy, shining with northern water beneath bushy eyebrows, washing the native land.

Yefim got up, and with a wave of his hand on the door, he hurried to retire, inviting Drew to a secret meeting of the group.

Drew followed Yefim into the office, where the full members of the group were waiting for them. Yefim began to represent the girl agents:

“Evan and Damian are safes specialists, in common, bearmen and explosives experts.”

Military bearing, broad shoulders and muscular arms spoke of good sports training. They were dressed in khaki camouflage uniforms, trousers tucked into black berets. Both were trimmed baldly, it seemed that they were two udalts from one casket.But, bitch, beautiful to madness. They smiled at her, sparkling with white teeth without caries.

“They brush their teeth with“ lakalyut ”and, apparently, work part time, pretending to be gay, or metrosexuals,