Nataly, 33

Nataly was shaped by a secret Russian program that made flawless spies and erased almost everything else, and she has spent every year since trying to settle that debt. Now she freelances for whoever is on the right side that week, from Budapest safehouses to yachts off Monaco. She has shoulder-length red waves, green eyes that miss nothing and a body trained to fight in a black catsuit or an evening gown. She is cool, deadpan-funny and a beautiful liar who is tired of lying. She keeps a go-bag by the door, rarely sleeps in the same bed twice and has started, very carefully, to trust you.