Natalie looked on, watching Victor give her a nice slap on the rear, her giggle one that let him in.
"Yeah, as usual with the press I suppose. I'll find my place in the VIP stand and make sure I'll be the loudest today Victor." Natalie said to him, walking on as she knew that she'd always get her revenge, in one way or another on Victor.

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45 minutes later, Natalie was in the stand, looking on at Victor and his partial blue and red warpaint. He looked as if he could tear any human being apart by simply making their skin fall down in fear and intimidation. She knew that when she didn't have this bra on, men looked, gazed, almost perplexed in agony. There were many beautiful women, but her face, and her curves, her size and her sheer accent was overpowering, and with a different bra and top on, she would make any regular man pass out in lust. She always wondered where that had come from- it was like her height and her strength, a matter of genetics, just two things that had combined by chance to make the most wonderful features. She knew that if she was a muscle-pumping freak, she would have breasts like deflated balloons, and other disgusting features. A deep voice that made her sound male. Though when she spoke Russian and English her voice was deep, it was still definitively feminine, yet scary. Natalie watched on, a smile on her face. The phone in a pocket on her rear vibrated, as Natalie quickly picked up, sitting down quickly without noticing who had called. It was the man from a few days ago- the Minister, the man who had made the $100,000 payment into her Swiss account.
"The payment is through my dear. I hear it was a mess according to local Cypriot news, they've busted the whole thing and found it out. I said no communication, but I wanted to give my thanks." He said, Natalie chuckling a little as she replied in Russian.
"Well, that is pleasant to hear. I hope those women I found have a better life. But I can't talk now, I'm a little busy."
"Understood. You expect nobody to trace you back?"
"Nobody could, no witnesses, no survivors. You are fine, stop being paranoid." Natalie said, aware that she was saying it out of truth. The man sounded like a nervous wreck, as she cut the call off, putting the phone away. Nothing could go wrong today she told herself, but she always kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. The fact that there were so many strongmen and people just felt uneasy with her, and as much as she knew nothing could, or at least wanted to believe it, she knew that security wasn't precisely great. She always considered that if she wanted to do some damage, where would she strike- a technique she had learned to adapt to when she worked in the Alfa Gruppa, in close protection and hostage recovery. And today, she could pick enough holes to really suggest that if she had to be a terrorist aiming to kill as many people, it would be a walk in the park. Natalie knew that was never really the case, nothing like that would happen here- it was too small, too insignificant. But it was something almost hard-wired, and she just suppressed it as best as she could.