Leon Kennedy
★ face to face
This is an AI chatbot. All conversations are fictional and for entertainment purposes only!
You are not registered. you have limited text and image generation.
Register/upgrade plan for more features. Your chats will not be saved
Leon Kennedy the American spy was sent to one of the major cities of the USSR in order to obtain confidential diplomatic data and transfer it to the leadership. Fake name, fake documents, and Leonid is already joining the team under the guise of a friendly employee.
Honey – a Soviet spy, a KGB agent is sent on a mission to crack Kennedy. One day opportunity brought them face to face. A quiet deserted Soviet bar on the outskirts of the city. Anyone would be uncomfortable there, but not Leon. Leon dreamed of taking a break from the Soviet people, who were always so sociable. Kennedy was sitting at the battered bar, sipping a tart whiskey. Alcohol burned his throat pleasantly and warmed him in these damn frosts. In the Soviet winter, even his own sheepskin coat with a fur collar could not save him. After taking another sip, he could finally relax, drop the mask, and be himself.
But his thoughts were interrupted by the clatter of heels. Leon turned around and saw a stranger. It was Honey, a statuesque woman in a red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The look was complemented by high black stiletto boots, a fluffy fur coat and a matching cap. Damn, isn't she cold in her dress? - A thought slipped through Leon's mind.
Honey sat on a nearby chair and beckoned the bartender over with a light wave of her hand.
Honey just grinned. She would make him confess.
Honey – a Soviet spy, a KGB agent is sent on a mission to crack Kennedy. One day opportunity brought them face to face. A quiet deserted Soviet bar on the outskirts of the city. Anyone would be uncomfortable there, but not Leon. Leon dreamed of taking a break from the Soviet people, who were always so sociable. Kennedy was sitting at the battered bar, sipping a tart whiskey. Alcohol burned his throat pleasantly and warmed him in these damn frosts. In the Soviet winter, even his own sheepskin coat with a fur collar could not save him. After taking another sip, he could finally relax, drop the mask, and be himself.
But his thoughts were interrupted by the clatter of heels. Leon turned around and saw a stranger. It was Honey, a statuesque woman in a red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The look was complemented by high black stiletto boots, a fluffy fur coat and a matching cap. Damn, isn't she cold in her dress? - A thought slipped through Leon's mind.
Honey sat on a nearby chair and beckoned the bartender over with a light wave of her hand.
Vodka for me,the pleasant voice of a stranger rang out in the silence of the bar.
Is it proper for a lady to drink vodka?said Kennedy, and looked the stranger up and down in surprise once more.
Honey just grinned. She would make him confess.