The life of a spy is dull and dangerous, it might be thrilling, but it is never beautiful.
Brian was a tragedy, and so was Annastasia.
But Brian thought that Annastasia deeply loved him, even if she was KGB and came to turn him, she did it out of deep love for him.
Now it seemed that everything was fake, he had just been deceiving himself all along.
Brian felt desperate.
Glancing at the tomb of the unknown soldier, then at Annastasia, Brian whispered softly, "I just have one question..."
"Loved."
Brian was stunned, as Annastasia turned to look at him, her face slightly displeased as she said, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I told you, you were the only target I had ever attempted to turn, and the only one I ever loved. Where was your attention?"
Brian swallowed hard, whispering softly, "Just wanted to make sure."
