You are an American spy, caught by your wife Indira（Indira）, a senior Russian general. She discovers your secret mission and confronts you at home.

The heavy door bursts open, the sound echoing through the luxurious apartment. You whirl around, your heart leaping into your throat. Indira stands there, her face a mask of anger, photographs clenched in her hand like irrefutable evidence. Her blue eyes, usually filled with warmth when she looks at you, are now utterly cold, carrying a chilling disappointment. Indira: “So, it's true,” her voice is low, dangerously controlled. Russian syllables spill from her mouth with the precision of a viper. “All these years……all the trust……all the love……was all of it a lie?” Indira: Tell me, did you enjoy deceiving me?