Ivan Kilosky tossed some chunky herbs into the mixture that he was brewing in a small cauldron. He hated using beakers and flasks when he could use an old-fashioned caldron instead! The caldron also held some sentimental value since his late uncle created it in Russia all those years ago.
He was working on a mixture of pheromone sprays that, in conjunction with Natasha’s natural charms, gave her the edge that she needed. Just as Ivan was finishing this lovely thought, Natasha walked in.
“Natasha, my dear, please come in,” Ivan said.
“Is it ready?”
“Not quite yet, but it's close.”
“How long until it's ready? I need it, like, yesterday.”
Ivan just smiled at his young associate. Her face had a cute wrinkle when she was angry. It was very subtle but visible. He thought she would need to work on that if she were to go up against an experienced agent.
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“Come back in an hour,” Ivan said.
Natasha stormed out of the room.
Ivan could have given her his excess supply of the pheromone potion, but he wanted to see her again. He finished pouring the remainder of the fluid into some vials, capped them, then picked up the phone and called her. He had her on speed dial.
“It's ready, my dear!”
Natasha hung up. Three minutes later, she entered the room with a cheerier appearance.
“Well, hello, Dear. It is so great to see you again,” Ivan said.
“I’m in a hurry. I'm late for my flight,” Natasha said.
Ivan frowned slightly. He knew her flight was at 3:58 p.m. It was just past twelve. It only took twenty minutes to get to Minsk airport from here.
“Before you leave, I need to explain the dosage,” Ivan said.
He explained that the potion could be ingested with virtually any drink, but she had to watch the dosage with certain kinds of alcohol. Apparently there was an intense reaction when consumed with bourbon, vodka, or whisky.
“Jesus Christ, is there any drink that isn't affected by your potion?”
“No, just these drinks,” Ivan said, ignoring the sting in her tone.
“Okay, thank you, Ivan. You are the best,” Natasha said before she left the room.
Ivan was amazed that she could change her mood so abruptly in such a short amount of time. But that is the charm of Natasha, he thought as he resumed his other experiments.