She had been doing this for more than a year now… She had been the only American able to infiltrate Makarov's inner circle, and so far, she was able to survive. But she knew that she could not do this any longer, although it was for her country and the rest of the world. If she had to place a bullet into an innocent victim's system again, she knew that she would break for sure.


"You're the only one we can send into the lion's den," Lieutenant-General Shepherd once told her. She was only an Army Ranger then, based in Fire-Base Phoenix in Afghanistan. She had entered the prima-donna squad, the Task Force 141 based on her performance alone, but also the fact that she once took a gap-year in Russia, and was able to speak Russian. "You're to send every single bit of information back to us, earn his trust in every way possible." From the way he emphasized his last phrase, she knew what he was trying to tell her.

She had been oblivious then. She did not believe that her own superior would want her to bare her very body to the enemy, and let him take what he wanted, if and when he wished. "Sir, I can't just open my legs for that monster!" she retorted, knowing very well that the older man before her could end her career immediately. "Surely there's another way…"

"Makarov is a jaded, guarded soul," Shepherd replied, not even taking her apparent apprehension into account. "He trusts no one. I'm not gonna lie to you, dearie, you hafta make him fall for you, so that he trusts you. That's why you're the only woman for the job."


A stray tear fell from her sapphire eyes when she heard on the news in his well-disguised, but posh apartment in Moscow. A documentary had been made about him and his operations so far. The analysts in the CIA and the MI6 were not even able to estimate the sheer value of drugs, weapons, and humans that he had trafficked the previous year, or even the people that he had killed in Africa, South America and even Russia herself…

"What is it?" he asked her, wiping the tear off her cheeks with his thumb. In that moment, his heterochromic eyes had been too much for her to bear, she wanted to do everything in her power to put an end to him, to kill him at that very moment… But her orders were to gain his trust. She could not go against them no matter what.

"Nothing…" she replied, forcing a smile. "Something got into my eye…"

At those words, he smiled, and pulled her close to him, perching her head upon his shoulder as he kissed her forehead. "I will have to leave in an hour," he told her. "I have a business deal that will bring us very close to our goal."

"What drug-lord can give you so much?" she asked him, judging by the people he had been dealing with so far.

"You'll see," he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You'll see."


HAN: Here it is. A redux of my previous fic: Beautiful, where I take Joseph Allen's character and turn her into a woman sent to Makarov's side. I know that many people hate Anya/Maria Allen so much as they hate Ryuka from my "The Red Dragon", but I hate it more because of the holes in it. I utterly wrote it based on feeling, without any planning. Character-wise, I'll try to differentiate Anya from Ryuka, but the aim of this fic remains the same: to show you what happens if Makarov fell in love with a woman, and the lengths he will go to pursue that love, even if he knows that the woman he loves is the enemy.

I hope that you will enjoy this, but I will not update daily as I have in previous times. Thanks for reading!

P.S: For some of you who think you saw this exact same chapter a few days ago, yes, it is the same one. I took it down a almost immediately after following some... thoughts. I decided to put it up again after some encouragement from my friends. Thanks dears, I love you guys!