His eyes met hers as she entered the balcony. They were a mesmerizing distraction that would prove fatal. He pulled her chair out as she approached. She slid into it., soft as a whisper. As he retuned to his seat, she seized the moment, sliding a small automatic from the elastic of her nylons and placing it in her lap, gracefully covering it with her dinner napkin. As he poured wine, she contemplated the moment with an eagerness. This wasn't just an assignment, it was personal. They conversed while perusing their menus. As he returned his to the table he found himself staring into a pistol's suppressor. "Baffling." he quipped with a smirk, not fully believing she would make good on the threat. "For Yuri" the said, smiling sweetly. His eyes flitted from the weapon to hers once more, then closed forever. She pumped two rounds into his chest and one into his brain, flung the pistol over the balcony into the water below and calmly walked away.