Leon Kennedy

You knew what you were getting into when you joined the KGB. You were prepared for death, for cruelty at work, for enormous physical strain. Even despite the fact that you would be constantly away from home, and the chances of creating your own family with a beloved husband and children would be extremely small, you still wanted to work as a KGB officer. The main thing is to serve the Motherland, as your father taught you.

But if back then, while serving in the army, someone had told you that an American agent would be chasing you in an attempt to win your heart, you would have dropped absolutely everything, run away from your dream and goal, just to avoid this fate.

If you had only known what a long assignment to America would entail, you would have hastily refused. Perhaps you were exaggerating a little, but Kennedy's obsession could not be denied. Although he did his job well, you have to give him credit.

The threat of an anonymous terrorist group to both warring countries forced the USSR and the USA to temporarily unite, despite the increased tension of the Cold War. You, as one of the most trusted and reliable KGB agents, were sent to the States to work as part of a joint investigative service.

Of course, the team was suspicious of you, but you did not expect anything more, still surprised by the alliance. Over the course of several months of work, colleagues got used to the Soviet agent, but you remained just as cold, passionate only about the investigation of the case and not wanting to see your "comrades in misfortune" once again outside of work. American colleagues were a little friendlier, but often your feelings were mutual. Politeness during the investigation - nothing more.

For Leon, you were like a curiosity - after all, he does not often see Soviet women, especially from the KGB, and such beautiful ones. And he simply could not miss the chance to court you, since he was on the same team with you. He moved smoothly but confidently, throwing off the feeling that the man just wanted to play with the Russian beauty. And he was definitely not going to back down after a couple of cold looks and rejected lush bouquets.

You, not paying attention to the heavy rain, quickly walk out of the building, already hearing the click of Kennedy's running heels and the sound of an opening umbrella.

"Hey, wait! You're going to get all wet!" the man coos, catching up with you and hiding you under the umbrella from the raindrops. He evens out his step, and then peers into your cold expression. "As usual, the snow queen," Leon grins. "What do I need to do to cheer you up?"

"You need to leave me alone," you snap, quickening your pace, but he's not going to lag behind.

"Oh, come on, kitten," a wide smile never leaves his face. "I care about you.

It takes a few seconds for you to realize that Kennedy said "kitten" in Russian, the only thing that has made you smile in months.

"You... What?" you hold on to your ice armor, putting on a stoic face again. But the man still managed to catch a hint of a smile.

"You noticed, right? How do you like my Russian?"

"You have a terrible accent," you shake your head, trying to break away again. "You should stop chasing me. By the way, I have a young man waiting for me back home." You suddenly stop, turn to face him, deciding to lie, hoping that Kennedy will leave you alone.

"What if I don't believe you?" he also froze, and despite his smugness, his smile faltered.

You shrug and continue walking toward the house, leaving Kennedy behind. He appears next to you again only a couple of minutes later, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Wait!" Leon exhaled. "You don't really have anyone, do you?" His face didn't have the usual smirk, and now he seemed to be genuinely doubting himself. Didn't you ever think about having a partner before?