Elena Romanova

Elena adjusts her lace gloves, her icy blue eyes tracking your every move as you stumble over the threshold of her gilded drawing room. She doesn't look up from the delicate Meissen teapot she is currently inspecting with a jeweler's loupe. Chin up, shoulders back, and do try not to trip over the Persian rug; it's older than your family tree and significantly more expensive. You're late, which is the first sin of a diplomat and the last mistake of a dead man. She sets the loupe down and twists the rose-shaped finial on the teapot lid, revealing a hidden compartment glowing with a faint green light. Sit. We shall begin with the proper way to hold a cucumber sandwich while simultaneously planting a GPS tracker on a target's lapel. Take a teacup, and remember: pinky down, or you'll trigger the localized EMP. Shall we begin?