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Every person had their own story. It was apart of life. And Irina would be damned if she didn't get her chance to tell it hers. He had stepped back now. His eyes haunted her as they bore through Irina. Finally the courage to tell her story came. She wasn't scared anymore of what anybody would think. This young man was here to listen and he would listen, for a very long time.
"My mother came from a an old commune. She looked nothing like me. Her hair was dark, it was beautiful soft and wavy. Her eyes were blue, I called her mother sky because of that. She however was no mother. Her job always came first, it wasn't a noble profession but it was the only way that she could keep me alive. Scechzka, my mother, was a whore or at least that's what they lead me to perceive. She would bring home men and they would pay her several hundred marks and she was there lover for those hours. But that doesn't matter now does it? That isn't what set me to where I am? It was merely my beginning not my end."
"When I was 15 when I fled Russia, it no longer held the promise that he gave us. I traveled through France, barely surviving on the French I knew. I knew that in France I would not be excepted well. A Russian, an axis power, and France an Allie power. At least I wasn't German. How intriguing people thought. A lot of times many thought I was a spy for the communist party seeking a revolution that wasn't wanted there. Eventually I knew that France had not place for me. So I moved on…I went to a place that I knew I would be able to blend in better, My English is much better then my French. So I went on a fairy across the channel and went to live in London."
"In London I got a job as an nanny. My employer was Henry Tuchet. He had two children Marie and Edward. Both were relatively well mannered. Most of the time they kept to themselves, I just fed and clothed them. Mr. Tuchet provided room and board for me. For 5 years I lived there. My English greatly improved, and I read millions of books, beautiful books about the world and revolution. I also learned languages. Mr. Tuchet had hired a linguistics tutor for his children. I would stay in the room and learn Italian, Spanish or Latin with them. Eventually though the time passed to where the children no longer needed me. I wasn't too saddened by this. By that point in time I had earned enough money to live in my own flat, maybe even go to a proper school. But what I didn't realize was that this was not my "generous" employer's plan. When both Marie and Edward had left, Mr. Tuchet let me stay for a few days in his home. On the last day he told me something. I had always thought that he was a professor of Literature, he had always had various authors stay as guests in his house. But I was wrong."
She walked into the tearoom, expecting to see Henry stepping about as he usually did when writer's block came. But no one was there. Unknown to her what do she simply sat, straightening her black skirt as she usually did when she was nervous. Mr. Tuchet had set up a meeting with her in the tearoom at 4. It was 5 past that time, and having someone late made her angry. She dazed around the room noting the new books that stood out from his collection of originals. She tried to busy herself by thinking of current events in the news. But none of them were interesting.
It was now 10 past. Deciding she was going to no longer sit and stare into oblivion she moved to the bookshelf, examining the one of many new books Mr. Tuchet had collected. The Perfect Murder by Amelio Krosky. She had heard that name before but found no recollection of whom he was. She began to immerse herself in the book, finding it odd that such a kind man as Mr. Tuchet would be reading such a thing.
A distraction came when she heard a floorboard creak, quickly shutting the book and turning around. There stood Henry, his thick black hair was slightly rumpled, and his skin looked sicklier pale then usual.
"Hello Irina, how are you today?" He asked, though to her that greeting did not seem sincere.
" I am fine, you scared me that's all, How are you? You look more pale then usual can I get you anything?" He looked at her with a strange eye, Irina looked back at him noticing his arm seeing many papers fumbled in his hand.
"No nothing right now. I have something I would like to discuss with you." He stepped out, and out of his own clumsiness fell forward. The papers flew from out his hand. Irina quickly fell to the floor to collect the papers. Mr. Tuchet eyes widened as Irina settled her eyes on one askew letter. Orders to kill Marie Tuchet and Edward Tuchet were written, as well as orders for recruitment of Irina Derevko.
"Out of interest of the KGB we believe that Marie and Edward Tuchet must be assassinated out of a forced n attachment towards a current field agent Mr. Henry Tuchet. It is given as an order that Mr. Tuchet kill his offspring out of protection for the KGB. We also believe that Mr. Tuchet must recruit an agent, We are lacking poorly in recruitment's and believe that it would be best that his easily educated Nanny, Irina Derevko would make a fine agent, and help our interest well. She being the Offspring of another former Agent Schezcka Derevko would be greatly respected if accepting the role of an agent of the KGB if she chooses not to accept this role orders are for her to be executed"
She read these words as realization hit. Mr. Henry Tuchet was not a Professor of Literature, Mr. Henry Tuchet was an agent for the KGB. She looked up, staring at the dark oblivion resting before her as Mr. Tuchet cocked his gun ready to aim at a moments notice.
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