Kat

TARGET NAME: Konstantin Petrov.
CRIMES: Aggravated assault, murder, sexual assault, terrorism, and child endangerment.
MISSION BRIEFING: Red Cobra, your assignment is to eliminate Konstantin Petrov, the deputy prime minster of Russia, for his crimes against children and humanity alike. As a man of such social standing, he should be engaging  political stability and strength within a coalition government or in times of national emergency, when a proper chain of command is necessary. Instead, he is causing  physical and emotional abuse towards families, neglecting children; and exploiting them, such as through child pornography or sex trafficking of minors. He doesn't deserve to see the light of day and our client wants him out of the picture. It is vital that his personal documents are retrieved as it contains general information of his victims that he planned to peddle out to the highest bidder. He is holding a fundraiser tonight at the Mariinsky Palace. - remember to perfect your cover and wear something elegant to fit in.<br><br>I glanced down at my cellphone, eyes scanning the open email before I swiped left to delete the document. Fortunately for me, I held the highest recollection in regards of important matters without needing to constantly glance over meaningless briefings. I carried my worth ethics to a higher standard than most assassins, and it was why I was taken so seriously by those around me. I shook my head slowly, stuffing the cellular device into the breast pocket of my red dress.  The sound of car doors slamming quickly ushered my awareness over towards the busy streets. I had no time to waste, even a split second could prove to be crucial in this matter. I needed to make sure that everything went according to plan and that there were no casualties in the execution of my task. Red suede stilettos caressed my feet, worshiping them like idols as I swayed through the doors of the building. No sooner than my feet slammed against marble flooring, I was greeted by a server who offered me a glass of Armenian wine. Wrapping my crimson manicure around the stem of the glass, I offered the man a soft smile before nodding my head to him in a respectful manner. “я благодарен, thank you.” I whispered, watching as he walked away to tend to the other guests. The lights dimmed within the vicinity of the room seconds before a man dressed in a white tuxedo tapped his finger against the microphone on a podium.<br><br>“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is with great pleasure that I, Konstantin Petrov, welcome you to tonight’s festivities. Prime Minister Andreev couldn’t join us tonight, but as deputy prime minister - I vowed to make this a remarkable night for everyone.”  Konstantin glanced into the crowd with a sinister grin. “Tonight we are holding a fundraiser to better the orphanages in our country. The money raised will help to fund  a better living facility for children and prevent the debilitating effects of institutional deprivation. Together we can restore hope in significant ways. Please, remember that no amount is too extreme when it comes to helping the children of the world. Have fun, mingle and pull out your checkbooks.” He chuckled, breezing through the crowd as they clapped in unison for him.<br><br>I lifted the wine glass to my lips to refrain from gagging at the sight of Konstantin’s face. His demeanor was arrogant and callous - his energy emitting a sense of narcissistic tendencies. I scoffed, taking a sip of the rose colored wine as I watched him make his way up to me. His eyes scanned every inch of my physique, glancing at my derrière every now and again. He was such a wastrel and I despised it. The unpleasant stench of his strident cologne wafted through my nostrils, stinging them as he moved in closer. I shifted away from him, hues glancing to the side as he pulled the glass from my hand, setting it upon a nearby table. “Pardon me, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you attend one of our functions before.” He muttered.<br><br>”Is that so? Perhaps I just wasn’t flashy enough to stand out in a massive crowd like this.” I replied.<br><br>”That is immensely unlikely. With beauty like yours, there is no way that I wouldn’t have noticed you before…”<br>br>We shared a moment of silence together as he scanned my visage. His eyes studied the hew of my cheekbones, fingertips gliding across the slit of my dress. I flicked his hand away,  taking a step back as my eyes rolled behind fluttering eyelashes. Pathetic - I thought to myself. I would have killed him in that instant if it wouldn’t cause a scene in front of innocent civilians. “Are you always this touchy with the strangers that you meet?” I quirked a brow, offering him a taunting smirk. “Only to those that I look forward to getting to know. Intimately…that is.” He chuckled, leaning in to me so that his chest was meshed against mine. This guy was a real piece of work, revolting to put it in lesser terms. His entire aura reeked of misogyny and hubris - and I desired nothing more than to put an end to it. Flattening my hand against his chest, I allowed my fingertips to caress the wool fabric of his tuxedo whilst my knee rested in between his legs, caressing his left thigh. Words couldn’t explain how nauseous I felt being in his presence, but I had to lure him in somehow. <br><br>” Well, Mr. Petrov…how about we go somewhere more secluded and get better acquainted?”<br><br>”Now you’re speaking my language. Shall we?”<br><br>WEST WING OF THE MARIINSKY PALACE.<br><br> The gentle tune of Cello Sonata written by Sergei Rachmaninoff caressed the room like a moonbeam, soft and fair. I stepped onto the velvet carpentry to take a closer look at the decorations around me. It was historic, old classical Russian paintings garnished the white walls and a large oak desk resided a few feet across the room. Corinthian columns arranged in traditional neoclassical style surrounded us in every angle. I was more fascinated by the antiquity behind the structure than the man I was standing beside. “I recall the history behind this place. It was created by Nikolay I Pavlovich as a gift to his eldest daughter, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna. A wedding present if I’m correct.” I spoke softly as I sat myself upon the desk. My hands rubbed against the satin cloth that acted as a sheet of protection beneath me. My eyes glanced forth, watching closely as he Konstantin moved closer to me, situating himself in between my legs. I grimaced as his hand slipped underneath the slit of my dress, scrunching my nose as he lowered himself to his knees. “No  man likes a smart woman, darling. Just be quiet and continue to look as beautiful in my presence. That is all you truly need to do.” Konstantin grinned as such unintelligent words slipped from his mouth. I wondered if the government that administered the position of Deputy Prime Minister to him was just as dull-witted as he was.<br><br> I glanced away as he planted a rough kiss upon my inner thigh. His lips trailed up to my clothed core, his lips as hot as molten lead. I was immune to his touch as I felt nothing but abhorrence. “God, you’re a pig.” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his neck. My thighs pressed against his cheeks so tightly that I could feel the imprint of his jawbone moving against my skin as he struggled to speak. Pushing myself up from the desk using the strength of my palms, I swung myself onto the floor and released him from my grasp. Watching him fly face first into a porcelain vase,I quickly pulled a pocket knife from my utility garter belt and sprung up to my feet. It was only then that I noticed him picking himself up from the floor, rushing over to his desk. Smashing his hand underneath the furniture, I could hear the alarm blaring within our surrounding sector. It was clear to me then that he’d called for assistance. However, assistance wouldn’t be able to reach him before I did. “Wh-who the fuck are you? What are you doing?!” He screamed out. His hands gripped at the wooden chair behind the desk, using it as a shield of some sort. I couldn’t help but snicker as I backflipped across the table, kicking his source of protection from his hands. Pouncing him to the ground, I subdued his arms with my knees and held my blade to his throat. “Your wife and the Prime Minister send their regards and their resentment.” I dragged the sharpened blade across his neck with a quickness, slashing his throat. Heavy spurts of blood gushed in heavy streams as the jugular vein and carotid artery were now severed. Watching him choke on his blood was satisfaction enough, but to add insult to injury, I smashed the slender heel of my stiletto into his wound, twisting and turning deeper into his flesh.