According to your sources, Natalia generally prefers not to stay at her home, a large mansion on the outskirts of Moscow. She’s usually out on some modeling job or another, and today is no exception. She’s currently doing a photoshoot at Serebryany Bor-3, one of the more popular beaches in the region. However, you first call a cab to your hotel after picking up your luggage.
After quickly checking in and dropping off your stuff, you go down to the carpark to find that the car you request from your handlers is there. It’s a custom made Mercedes with bullet proof windows and reinforced steel doors, designed to be able to withstand a minor war unscathed. There’s an option to drop a smoke bomb out of the bottom of the car, but not really anything capable of dealing damage on it.
You adjust your tie and suit’s collar, and then drive off for the beach. After a short drive, you arrive at your destination, and park your car. Getting out, you see warning signs that tell the public... something. You’re not fluent in Russian, having only been recently assigned there, but from the little that you know, you guess that it’s telling people not to come because there’s a photoshoot going on. Perfect. Just what you were looking for.
Nobody stops you as you duck under the red tape, and you confidently walk down towards the waters. If there’s anything you’ve learned about being somewhere you’re not supposed to be, it’s that if the people there won’t kill you, then just act confident. It’s worked for you so far, and you don’t see why it shouldn’t now.
In the distance, there are a couple of white pavilions. Make-up stations and the like, you guess, and decide to start off there. The underpaid staff are likely to know and gossip more about the celebrities than anyone else here. You slip on a pair of shades, to ward off the sun (and to look cool, of course), and reach the first tent.
Looking in, you see none other than Anna Kournikova, tennis star and model. A young man is doing her hair right now, although there seems to be a rather cold and awkward silence between them.
“Hey, have you guys seen Natalia anywhere today?” you ask loudly, having to be louder than the hairdryer in the background.
Anna looks up at you, her sultry eyes roaming over your body for a second, pausing over your chest and crotch, before she shrugs. The man behind her nods, and replies to you.
“Yeah, her shoot’s probably going to start in an hour or so. She’ll be in the make-up tent.”
You give your thanks and head off, wondering where the make-up tent is. There are about four or five, and after looking into two tents clearly meant for changing, you find the make-up tent. Unfortunately, nobody’s currently in it, and there’s no sign that Natalia was or is going to be in here. Was the hairstylist just misinformed? Where do you go next?
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