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"I don't know much about them," I said in reply. "They would send me on assignments; that's all."
Lucian's eyes narrowed. He knew I was lying. "Is that right?" His voice was deceptively soft. "And was enrolling in Moscow State University an assignment?"
"It was." There was no point in denying it. "They falsified my documents and enrolled me in the university so I could live in Moscow and get close to key people in the Russian government."
"Get close how?" He tilted forward, and I saw something dark flash in his pale eyes. "How exactly did they want you to carry out your assignment, beautiful?"
I didn't answer, but I could see that he knew. How else does a young woman insinuate herself into top government circles?
"How many?" Lucian's voice was sharp enough to slice me into pieces. "How many did you have to fuck to 'get close'?"
