"Don't you know that I love you?" whispered Lili as she seductively pressed her lips against Sergei's neck. Sergei stayed silent, as usual, which left the question unanswered...
Their relationship had started the second day of the Iron Fist Tournament. Sergei had noticed the blonde haired, graceful yet cunning girl before he stepped into his match. Then again, he had been spying on all of his rivals before the start of the tournament (old habits died hard), so it wasn't anything special about Lili or anything. Yet the girl was somehow different from all the other competitors in the tournament. She wasn't as strong as the Williams sisters, nor as flexible as Christie; but she had that glint in her eyes. The pleasure to defeat, the need to win. Sergei could tell just by looking at her that this was a girl that would do anything to get her way...
Lili was 16 when she decided to enter the Iron Fist Tournament for the sake of her father. Her father was a wealthy businessman, and he encountered many problems concerning enemies that wanted to claim his position as that. The main source of his problems was no other than Mishima Zaibatsu, the host of the Iron Fist Tournament Lili had decided to enter. She was determined to win the tournament and show Mishima just what you got when you messed with a Rochefort; and she wasn't going to let anyone get in her way.
Sergei Dragunov was a Russian soldier who was an expert in spying, shooting and killing. He had no mercy on his preys; they called him the "White Angel of Death". When he entered the tournament, he started gathering information about all of his rivals; about how you had to avoid Julia's kicks, and block Ganryu's punches. He learned which moves to use with which opponent; and created a battle strategy in his mind for every competitor. He was going to eliminate every competitor from the tournament until none were left...
On the first day Lili had gone up against Hwoarang. He was a strong fighter, and Lili had seemed impressed by his skills; up until the moment she won the match. Hwoarang laid on the ground after being hit with one of Lili's famous high kicks, and he had no strength left in his body to get up and fight back. "Pathetic." Lili said, without even turning to look at Hwoarang. The girl was an admirer of power. It didn't take good looks, money or charm to impress the Rochefort girl. In order to allure her, one had to have strength and power, power which exceeded her skills. She would never be willing to date someone weaker than her; where would the challenge be in that?
Sergei had single-handedly taken out Xiaoyu in his first match; and Lili, who had been in the audience, was thoroughly impressed by the silent yet deadly Russian's ferocity. She licked her lips and mumbled his name to herself : "Hmm.. Dragunov."
That afternoon, after all the matches had been fought and the winners were determined, Lili searched for Sergei in the training center. She found him in the corner of the room, pretending to practice on a dummy while he observed the others' moves. Lili approached him and moved her face to just an inch away from his'. "Hey, soldier." she purred. "Saw you in your match today. You almost broke poor Xiaoyu's neck in the ring.". She snickered. "If you can't take a little pain, then you shouldn't enter the tournament in the first place; isn't that right honey?" she said, putting her arm on Sergei's shoulder. Sergei, repulsed by the gesture, took the arm and twisted it, removing it from contact with his upper body. "Ow!" Lili exclaimed seductively, and stepped on Sergei's foot. Startled, Sergei dropped her arm, and Lili was quick to pull it away from him. "Whenever you need a partner to practice with, just call me up sweetie. I'll be up in my room." Lili said suggestively, quickly turning around and leaving the training center in rapid yet sexy steps.