I roll my eyes at my father's attempt to scare me. "Sounds fun dad. I'll text you before the mission. Love you," I say before hanging up the phone and throwing it on the bed.

Let's pray to god we both don't fuck up.

Fifteen

I walk inside the club and the song ‘Woo’ by Rihanna is playing on the speakers, loudly.

As I am walking through the club, I feel all eyes on me but I pay no mind to anyone.

I am wearing a black dress that has lacy fabric from the waist up and the dress goes down to my mid-thighs. It hugs my body in all the right areas. I am wearing a lacy underwear and bra set underneath the dress. My hair is also curled, and I have my makeup done lightly.

I never put on too much makeup but for these kinds of missions, I have to put makeup on and try a little harder than usual.

"My name is Anastasia Alexei. I am here to substitute Marie," I say to the guy who is in front of the dressing room for all of the girls.

"ID?" the guy asks.

I take my fake ID out of my wallet and give it to him. He looks through all of the information and hands it back to me.

Before we left for Russia, Alexander and I had to get fake IDs so that we could get inside the club and do what we need to do.

"All of the girls are in the back. You go up in fifteen minutes so hurry up and do whatever you need to do before you get on stage," the man states bluntly while looking down at the clipboard in his hand.

I don't say anything to him, I just pass him and go inside the room. Once I get inside the dressing room, I see all of the girls. They are all wearing their matching sets and have their hair and makeup done.

I can tell how much plastic surgery they have gotten as well because their boobs and asses look way too fucking big to be real and they are pushed up to their fucking chins. Their butts didn't look at all natural, but who am I to judge?

It's their body, they can do whatever the hell they want with it.

I mean, I have nipple piercings so again I can't judge because I have done shit to my body before that they would probably not approve of.

"Hey," a girl says.

I move my gaze to look at her. She has long, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She looks like a younger version of Megan Fox.

She is very beautiful, and she probably gets a lot of attention from the guys.

"Hi," I say, and showcase a bright smile to her. "I'm Anastasia."

"Yeah, I know. The girls and I were just talking about Marie's sub for tonight. I am Katrina."