Okay, let's take a small time-out for a little explanation.

I am/was/am a spy. Very simple concept, much more difficult in practice. I have spied for the Russian mafia since the Cold War, which the Russian mafia funded, began. You see, contrary to popular belief, the Russian's plan was not to annihilate the U.S. The submarines and missiles were a guise to cover the true motive. The plan was to infiltrate the U.S. economy. For the most part, from the 1940's to the 1980's, through various guises and firms the Russian government owned the majority stock of every major U.S. market traded company.

My job was not the cloak and dagger life of the traditional spy. I was to infiltrate companies, under alias, and sabotage them. This would cause their stock prices to drop, allowing the Russians to get more bang for their buck, or more accurately, ruble.

Pretty simple right?

Then it got complicated.

Kip Letterman, a major shareholder in Unicorp, a multi-billion dollar company, scared for his company, started investigating me. He saw that there was a connection between company buyouts and me being hired. So, when he refused to hire me on as an intern to the accounting manager, he got in the way.

You did not stand in the way of the voracious, desperate, cornered thing that was the Russian mafia.

I was, as you may have guessed, instructed to kill him. My Russian cohorts did not and do not have any knowledge of my "special abilities". So I followed him to the poorly lit parking garage where he met the man he had investigating me every week, and took care of business. The investigator found him a few minutes later.

Despite what it may seem, I was and should not be regarded as evil. Carlisle and the rest were on my side. The side I was on was the side which would win, and at the time that was the Russian side.

When the Russians unofficially lost the war, the mafia no longer had the funds to sustain their takeover of the U.S. stock market, and eventually tried a last ditch effort by relinquishing all the shares at once. This is what really caused the stock market crash in 1987.

As for the comment to Boris about Carlisle…well…

I was working on this mission in New York when I found out about Carlisle and decided to seek him out. When I told him what my current employment record was, he was beside himself. He demanded that I give it up, and I obliged. However, it was not long before I lapsed into my old habits.

My old associates needed me again before long, and I was bored, so I set up a meeting.

Alice decided to tattle, "for my own good", she rationalized. Carlisle came very close to ending my existence then and there. He said I was jeopardizing myself and my new family. He was raging, telling me what would happen if I were surrounded by police, how would I get out of that? If I were incarcerated, how long would I last before I did something reckless? Or worse, how long would it take for me to give in to my thirst in prison? We would be exposed, not just me, but the entire species. Carlisle, Esme, everyone would be in danger from the Volturi. By that time, I didn't even want to think of what my own fate would be.

But, back to reality.