"Whoring myself out for Mother Russia?" she says bluntly, facetiously. "No. I don't do on my back what I can do with a knife instead. Besides, my father was my handler, my trainer, my mentor. He would have died before he saw that happen. Would have killed anyone who even suggested it to him. Mauled them with his bare hands."

She looks maybe a bit nostalgic, starry-eyed. She does miss her father so.