Eva

fluent in English and the art of seduction. Often high-ranking ranks, not skimping on the

generosity of tips, spread along with solid sums of money and the secrets of their missions, like

those and others, so your task is to get to know her, become a fan of her talent and receive

information. This book has a cipher translator, you attach the copied text of the email received

from Galley Shavkatovich in infrared illumination, and by the arrangement of the letters

highlighted through a thin copy of the email, you read the message, and in reverse order you

encrypt the letter to your friend, send him information to the mail, obtained by Eve. From our

letters you will give the girl tasks with whom she should make contact and what information

interests us in the first place. You understood, first of all, acquaintance with Eva, look, do not

scare her with an excessive pressure of feelings, show, first of all, a businesslike approach to the

common cause.

– What are you, a major, how can | be interested in some kind of shlendra, who obtains

information from his trained place?! – | spoke in complete bewilderment, – I'm not a pimp?!

– The first thing | want to tell you is that she is a very experienced agent who has been trained

since early childhood, and virtual sex does not require the presence of a model in bed, | hope

you understand everything? – Ferdinand answered in a calm voice, taking a photo of a girl from

the breast pocket of a camouflage jacket, handed it to me, with the words, – Where can | lie

down, | haven't slept for almost a day, and the way back is not easy and can | take a shower?

Having taken the photo from his hands, | put it on the kitchen table without looking at the

photo and showed Fleur the bathroom, then | went to prepare a bed for him. After a shower,

having laid the major in the allotted room, | again sat down at the laptop, watching reports

from the front … In the morning, after preparing breakfast, | decided to invite Ferdinand to the

kitchen and knocked on his room. Nobody responded. This alerted me, | opened the door and

saw that the bed was neatly made, there was a note on the table: “Sorry, captain, | didn’t want

to wake you up.” | left the room, puzzled, and starting to eat began to weigh the situation with

the visit of the scout. The picture looked rather strange. Major, making sure that | was not a

failure and that there was no evidence of Boris Eduardovich in his espionage activities,

otherwise the SBU would have canceled surveillance. But, on the other hand, surveillance is

necessary to identify residents of signalmen. From this it follows that a search will be carried

out at his apartment, which will not give anything, since | destroyed the evidence that he gave

me. And | think they'll leave him alone. What about me? And | had to wait for a secret e-mail

from someone who would send a letter to me under the nickname of Galley Shavkatovich, and

introduce me in detail to the work, what and how to conduct my underground activities against

the regime that had seized power in Ukraine, and what to convey to Eva. | sat at the laptop

until 11 o'clock and decided to take a walk around the city. It was my first exit with a new

appearance, | carefully examined myself and was amazed at how a beard and long hair radically

change my appearance, clicking the fingers of my right hand with satisfaction, | left the house.

Having not gone even a hundred meters to the Obolon metro station, when the air raid siren

suddenly howled, | had to return. Before reaching his entrance, two powerful explosions were

heard one after another. | looked around the houses were intact, there were no clouds of

smoke in the sky. So | will get information from the Internet. | didn't go anywhere else today.

From the local report on the shelling, it turned out that a missile was shot down by an air

defense system over the residential area of Troeschina. The wreckage fell on the house, injured

12 people, are being treated in the surgical department of the emergency hospital. An

unexpected thought came to mind:

“I'll find some kind of series and sit, perhaps at home!”, | ordered myself, and with this decision

| started searching. Having wandered around, and not finding anything worthwhile for my

mood, suppressed by the events of the unfolding Special Military Operation of the Russian

Federation on the territory of Ukraine, | began to watch the news. But there, in addition to the

heroic resistance of the Russian-speaking residents of the Lugansk and Donetsk regions the

criminal regime that came as a result of the coup, and the slowness of Russia, which ultimately

led to a protracted confrontation. And a single unity among the business elite and business

circles of Russia, for which, like a sickle in their genitals, it was that the rallied Western

countries, on which relations and the movement of capital in Western banks and all the assets

of Russian oligarchs were tied, are currently frozen. And | had a lot to think about. Thinking

about how generously | was supported by the foreign intelligence service with American rubles,

| was told that the dollar was no longer playing an important financial role in world banking, in

which Russia was gradually moving to settlements in Russian rubles with friendly countries. And

in Ukraine, the dollar becomes almost the state currency of the fifty-first US state called

Yuzhno-Novoukrainka. In an extremely depressed mood, | came across informational news that

another rocket attack on Kyiv was expected, completely fell from this into a state of extreme

melancholy of a lonely bachelor. Reflecting on my lonely fate, | began to remember that it was

necessary to make an acquaintance, remembering a photograph forgotten in the kitchen. |

returned to the dining table and, turning the image of the girl to face him, involuntarily

thought: “I wonder who you are Mate Hari, huh?” …

Chapter 2

Reflecting on my lonely fate, | began to remember that it was necessary to make an

acquaintance. It was easier for me to do this, since | was already like a year without a wife. She

was the initiator of our separation, and the reason was that | was obsessed with creativity, at

that time | was working on the book Cleopatra. | was fascinated by this topic, because the

gueen had an incredible power of charm, without a particularly attractive appearance. | could

not imagine that the angelic beauty of a woman, combined with incredible charm, could be

unsurpassed in the ability to seduce men. My ex-wife had beauty and charm, but she did not

master the art of lovemaking because she was cold and not prone to the sensations of orgasm.

Referring to various benefits in everything, and in everything accusing me of inability, believing

that a man is to blame for the coldness of a woman, from bedding to household chores, always

referring to a lack of money. And where does the money come from when, after losing my job

during the collapse of the Soviet Union, | was forced to go to a security company and work as a

security guard. And now, thinking about female charm, having written a book about the royal

person of Egypt, and even this task, inspired me to do what | wrote about with such enthusiasm,

without ever feeling this very phenomenon of the perfect art of female charm and the perfect

attractive power of love caresses . In melancholy depression due to the space surrounding the

war and loneliness, and finally decided to look at this Mate Hari of a modern spy tribe, a woman

spy, he switched to the erotic site “Runetki”. The Google search engine gave out a whole cohort

for every taste of women from young to adults. | was struck by the frank streams, and offers of

virtual sex according to prices for age categories up to thirty years old, who, of course, did not

consider themselves over 25. | am not a pedophile and never was, so the youngsters that

flashed on the site did not interest me, either like mature women. As | was about to leave this

den of debauchery, | suddenly stumbled upon the one Your-X-Eva was looking for. The girl kept

her eyes on me, as | thought, but, apparently, | was not alone there, of course. Because the

tokens that she collected in her office of the love pleasures of virtual sex rained down on her

like from a cornucopia. Having bewitched me so that | sat from 16 o'clock to two o'clock in the

morning. After blowing three air kisses in my direction, she said goodbye and closed her page. |

was fascinated, to the depths of my soul and heart, and could not fall asleep for a long time,

woke up at nine o'clock in the morning, realizing that | had fallen in love without a memory, and

that | would wait to appear in her virtual office again and again to resolve the issue of getting to

know her. So, waiting for the evening, | decided not to go anywhere today either, since there

was still a supply of food and cognac. To kill time, | came across a mystical series called

"Territory", released on the YouTube platform. A viscous series, with a swing at the concept of

parallel worlds between the worlds, but entirely built on the superstition of provincial

otherworldly fears. Having passed the rest of the time cooking potato pancakes on a gas stove, |

began to wait for the electricity to turn on, which was turned off due to the program of rolling

blackouts throughout Ukraine. The power was turned on at 10:00 for two minutes, and |

immediately dialed Your-X-Eva. My disappointment knew no bounds. Her black and soft hair

was dyed a straw shade, which reduced the appearance of the girl by an order of magnitude.

But nothing can overshadow the natural features, she was still charming. She sucked on the toy,

made in the shape of a raspberry-colored penis, with some satanic predilection, savoring and

commenting on this culinary product so deliciously composed of raspberry sweetness. | felt a

little uneasy from such sexual exploitation of this beautiful creature. | had good money, and to

get tokens to establish contact with Eve, you need to have dollars on your bank card, such a

transaction can only be made at a bank. And the evening,

which |, as obsessed with this girl, was in vain. | could only watch her show for free, and

besides, | heard that she responds to guests who give her hefty tips. So, for example, for a

private chat, this is a show that is not shown to the public, you need to give 350 tokens and

write her a private message, which is also not shown to others who watch it. Therefore, | now

waited for the morning to come in order to transfer part of the dollars to the card and then

arrange a date with her in her personal account, and now | did not want to torment myself with

painful sexual expectations, dreaming of a close acquaintance, | eventually went to bed. The

next day, already at the bank, | deposited $500 on my dollar card account and went home with

a light heart, expecting a full-fledged meeting with the priestess of love .... A lot of time has

passed that | spent at the laptop, fixing my eyes on the monitor screen, harassing the girl to

sexual exhaustion, generously paying for her show. When, finally, the realization came to me

that it was time to start a dialogue with an attempt to invite her on a date. She answered me

with sincere joy that this was not possible, since she lives in Russia, and | live in Ukraine. | made

another attempt to find out her home address, which also did not lead to success, since she

bluntly stated that she was afraid of being kidnapped, so she did not give her home address to

anyone. | had to use a password, and | unobtrusively asked:

– Descending from the angelic heights, I'll be waiting for you on the ground at eleven o'clock,

goodbye! – she changed in an instant, her face became serious and concentrated, nodding her

head at me, closed the site. A nod of her head meant that she had accepted the password and

would be at the appointed place at the appointed time. | appeared in the park on Vladimirskaya

Hill at 10 o'clock, as | could no longer endure waiting for the meeting. | walked along the alley,

along which benches were placed on both sides. Somewhere on them Looking at the damp

January weather, rare elderly women and old men sat looking at the pension. In the end, | got

tired of walking back and forth, and | went to a secret meeting place. A wide panorama of the

Dnieper, the monument to Prince Vladimir, and the pedestrian bridge across the Dnieper

leading to Trukhanov Island opened from the gazebo. Admiring the panorama spread at my

feet, | dreamed about how soon | would confess to Eve in love, kiss and love her. Behind my

imaginary pictures, | did not notice the passage of time.

– You, young man, promised to show me the jewelry, show me?! – | heard behind me a response

to yesterday's password, shuddering in surprise. After a pause, | slowly turned to her and half

rose from the bench.

– | would not sell my treasure for anything, if | had it, | would give it to you as a token of

gratitude for the amazing show that you pleased me with yesterday, and made me fall in love

with you so much that now | don’t know What do i do? | wailed.

– What, the kid is still not married, and you haven’t seen a woman's pussy, or what? – she

laughed sincerely, – You'd better tell me why you were sent instead of Sosnin Boris

Eduardovich? – | told everything how it was, and in turn asked:

– What about the information?

– Did that information burn with a blue flame when you burned it? – with a smile, the girl

answered the question with a question.

– Eva, can you repeat the information?

– Let's do it this way, I'll go with you to you, we will plunge headlong into my show especially for

you, and after that | will restore everything in detail, since | agree ?!

| could not restrain myself, pressed her to me and, burning with love passion, began to kiss her

so passionately that, laughing, she began to fight me off with her fists, saying:

– Leave, leave a little of your ardor for our romance, lover of girls of easy virtue, huh? – Smiling

with an angelic smile, she said, – Come on, | also missed a normal healthy guy, and not those

jerks who flock to me in the chat, let's go!

– Wait, let's go down to the vintage wine shop, which is near the hotel where you live … – | did

not finish when she interrupted me with a patter:

– Oh, no, no! Let's go to the funicular, go to the Pochtovaya Ploschad metro station and there

are a lot of different wines for sale on Podil, we'll buy something for ourselves, okay?

– It's coming! – | answered, completely falling under the skillful heel of my beloved priestess of

Love … In the first wine store that came across, which was located on the way from Postal

Square to Kontraktovaya Ploshchad metro station, they bought two bottles of Asti Brut

champagne.

– Eva, let's order a taxi? | suggested.

– Oh, no, no, every day | go by taxi, then by BMW limousine, and | want to ride with a simple guy

in a simple subway and feel like | was eighteen years old, at a graduation at school. She

dreamily rolled her eyes, twirled in place, then threw herself on my neck and merged with me

in a long kiss. This made me dizzy, and blissful tenderness for this girl spread throughout my

body, causing an inevitable bliss of love for this unearthly creature. We passed by the sculpture

of the philosopher Skovoroda with a knapsack on his shoulder and, in bast shoes on his feet. His

face was turned towards the Kiev Mohelian Academy. Eva could not resist to speak about the

graduates of this institution:

– A nest of the destruction of the Ukrainian language, replacing it with some kind of Zapadinsky

dialect, nurtured by the Fugitive Bendera in the American diaspora.

– Yes, I'm not looking, zombie, it’s impossible to listen to this dialect, where in the oral speech

of the announcers it sounds like “Ch” is pronounced with a terrible accent, and instead of the

sound of the letter “0”, it says “U”, Shevchenko from such Ukrainian in the coffin is already

overturned several times.

– Yes, my hero, we are going to you, the sooner the better, | want you! | want normal human

love! Help me if you are as you are, kind, good, gentle, – she suddenly blushed, and with her

eyes filled with tears, hugged me, leaning against me, quieted down. We were standing on the

platform, having let two trains pass in the direction of the Obolon station. Finally she whispered

in my ear:

– Excuse me, Valentin, | lost heart, because of everyday stress and endless nights of pretending

with the vile and smelly employees of the CIA, the highest echelons of power, who consider us

Ukrainians to be inferior and not people at all, unlike the Russian brothers, after all, we are one

the people are obliged to stand in this war, Ukraine must disappear from the face of Russia,

becoming Little Russia, or simply the outskirts of the Russian state, that's what | think.

– These savages, degraded from the USA, will not stop, with their impudent slogan "War to the

last Ukrainian!".

We were already on the train when drunk five people in military camouflage robes burst into

the car. They shouted loudly on their surzhik, feeling like the masters of Kyiv, and in general in

Ukraine. Their senior, when he was the first to enter the Taras Shevchenko station, heard me

say in Russian “… to the last Ukrainian!”. The whole company sat down in front of us, and this

bat was staring at me with his piercing gaze, got up and came up to me:

– Glory to Ukraine! – he said automatically and continued, – Do you have a cigarette to smoke?

– A young man in our subway cars do not smoke! Eva intervened. | didn't have time to say a

word when this man shouted:

– What are you saying in the language of the occupiers?! And what is required to answer when

they say Glory to Ukraine?!

– You have to answer! – Eva said raising her voice, – Went to the place, and behave in a strange

city not like in your own Carpathians, do you understand?!

– What did you say, whore?! – Shouted the insolent man and, waving, brought the palm of his

right hand over her right cheek. | intercepted the inevitable blow, parried it with my left hand

and kicked it in the groin into place. He landed on his ass with a loud slam against the chair. In

an instant, he jumped up and rushed menacingly in my direction. Eve was on her feet with

lightning speed and with a precise blow to the attacker's temple, she dropped him to the floor.

Four began to rise to help him, but they immediately received Eve's blows with his right leg and

arm almost simultaneously. Their bodies settled into their places, and the lying man, who came

to his senses, began to speak threateningly, rummaging in his jacket pocket:

– The boys from Azov will be waiting for you at the next stop, now, now | will call! – growling

menacingly, and staggering to his feet, holding a smartphone in his hand. | tore the mobile

phone out of his hands and, putting a slap in the face to the temple, threw the attacker to the

door.

– So phones me?! – Approaching the awakened ones, he shouted to them. They reluctantly

reached into their pockets, taking their cell phones, we got off at the Obolon station. | decided

to drown the seized connection in the lake, which was nearby. We turned to the shore and all

five mobile phones were drowned in the lake … Eva gave me a fabulously unforgettable night,

and in the morning, from her words, | wrote down the valuable data that she managed to

collect from representatives of the CIA and MI-6 during the meetings held at the Khreshchatyk

restaurant, which tipsy clients shared willingly ignoring the intellect of a beautiful girl of easy

virtue, unaware that before them is an agent of the highest class. While extracting valuable

information without ever giving herself over to these bumpkins, she extracted secret

intelligence data. She checked how | would transmit, encrypting the information, and began to

help me, which turned out gracefully and quickly. Our text did not differ from a friendly letter to

our former classmate. Then Eva said her real name, that her name was Irina Andreevna

Sumskaya. That she was selected in an orphanage to study at an intelligence school from

childhood, that Larisa Andreevna Ivanova was a teacher in an orphanage in Sumy, hence her

patronymic, surname, and name. She left me exactly at 12 o'clock in the afternoon, forbidding

me to see me off and referring to conspiracy, and disappeared from erotic networks. Before she

left, she told me, look for me if you and | survive, when this bacchanalia is over, | will hope and

wait. Two weeks later, | asked the head waiter about a girl named Your-X-Eva, the employee

answered me that the girl disappeared without even taking her documents from the safe, and

left expensive computer equipment, a camera, and a smartphone with recordings of her show .

Returning late in the evening from the Khreshchatyk restaurant, where | decided to celebrate

the completion of Operation Your-X-Eva, | looked at the laptop monitor with the hope of an

answer from Galley Shavkatovich, and there was an encrypted letter. | feverishly copied the text

onto coated paper, then scanned it onto two translucent cigarette-type sheets, and applied it to

the printed text of the book, illuminated it with an ultraviolet determinant of the authenticity of

currencies, and saw the original text of the encryption:

“Thank you for your valuable information. The agent, having discovered a failure, returned to

base. You act according to the "sleep" program. Upon re-preservation, you will receive a

ciphergram. End of connection! – having read the message, burned the sheets, lowered the

ashes into the toilet, and having compiled an encrypted response to a friend, immediately sent

a letter. Then he put the book with the cipher on the bookshelf, and he began to search the

Your-X-Eva networks, but there were no traces of it anywhere. On the erotic site, many clients

and fans arose with the same question:

"My treasure, Baby, Angel – where are you?! My treasure, Baby, Angel – where are you?!" -

having made an erotic sensation on the net, Irina Andreevna, aka Your-X-Eva, disappeared

without a trace. Remaining in thought in front of the monitor, suddenly the doorbell rang.

Three men stood in front of the door, one introduced himself as an SBU officer, and pointing an

open ID and a search warrant, said:

– You are the one who last saw this girl living in the Khreshchatyk Hotel, who left with you and

did not return to the hotel. You are suspected of stealing a person, so we will search your place

and detain you until the circumstances of the disappearance are clarified! Put handcuffs on

him! – this was followed by the procedure of putting on handcuffs and the beginning of the

search. They ransacked the apartment for a long time. After a scandalous divorce from my wife,

with such reluctance and difficulty, | put things in order, putting everything in its place, but the

silent two guys did not stand on ceremony with anything. Nothing seemed to interest them,

except to ruthlessly destroy everything that fell under their hands. My books lay on the floor,

linen from the cupboards, framed portraits pulled out of their frames and thrown on floor. |

tried to ask them to be careful with things, but one of them said to the other in English, ignoring