Chapter 2

Irina's POV

"I understand, it will work fine, goodbye." I hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

"Mommy, look what I found!" said a delightful merry voice. I looked down and saw her.

So delivate, so young and carefree, with not a worry in the world. "What did you find, Sydney?"

I asked my 6-year-old daughter.

"A bug!" For a second, I almost believed it. Then I shook my head with stupidity

realizing she wasn't talkin about the electronic devices I had here and there around the house,

to give to my handler when we met at the hotel. She was talking about a grashopper she had

trapped in her hands, preventing it from jumping out. "Wow, that's a big one!" I said, as I took

her small hand, and led her to the door. "Open up your hand, Sydney, he has to be free."

She did and we watched the grasshopper hop away. "Thanks mom!" She said, and

ran back into the house. As she ran inside, tears welled up in my eyes. I fought them back

and let out a small sigh. I was going to miss them both. But,, I knew in my heart that I had

to leave tonight. The KGB was in trouble, and I had spent a decade with Jack. My time here

was over, and that's how it was.

Making sure I had everything I needed, I went over to Jack. I couldn't bare to look at

him. A lump welled up in my throat. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. "Jack, "

I said, in a shaking voice, "I'm going to get some groceries, I'll be back in an hour." He smiled,

and I leaned over and kissed him, which, I was afraid would be our last kiss ever. Then I went

over to Sydney. "Bye honey, I love you." "Bye mommy." She had no idea that that would

be the last time she would ever say that again. I walked out the door, and closed it for the last time.



I walked out to the car, where I had a small bag of things, and I drove. When I got to

my 'death point', as my handler had described it, I got out of the car and saw him a couple

of feet ahead of me. "You ready?" he asked. I nodded. I took the bag I had out of my car and

gave it to my handler.

Then, I got back into my car and went straight into the river. As the car began to fill up

with water, the police staarrted coming. They waited for me to come up. But, I didn't. I went to

the tires and started breathing by sucking the air out of them. After about 15 minutes, when

my air supply was gone, I swam as fast as I could down the river.

It was dark outside and the river was loud to begin with. So, obviously I did this all unnoticed.

I swam to the bank, got out of the water, and climbed in my handlers car. "They'll think I floated

away and died," I muttered quietly. "Yes." he replied. We drove off, and as we drove the tears

began pouring uncontrollably out of my eyes.