Inside an apartment, in Cambridge, East England, two girls are packing, one Belizean (Alexandria) and the other American (Angela), to leave for Russia.

          "Come on Ange, it's not that bad," Alex (Alexandria) tried convincing her best friend.

          "Not that bad?! Not that bad Alex?!" Angela scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Of course it's not, it's terrible!" She mumbled in annoyance. "What don't they understand about the word 'vacation?""

           "Stop being such a sour lemon and think about the bright side." The optimistic girl (Alex) suggested.

          "And what exactly is good about working during  your vacation? I'll be tracking and stalking the agents of H.I.S.S. when I could be sleeping in the comforts of my bed."

          Alex furrowed her eyebrows, slightly tilting her head. "I thought you said that you were going to stay up and just watch movies. Wouldn't that still be considered staying up late?"

          Angela shook her head furiously in denial. "No~ there's a complete difference between what you just said. One is relaxing and keeps you entertained while the other is just a bore that puts you to sleep. Also, one requires having to be more paranoid than usual and the other doesn't require as much paranoia."

          The Belizean girl slowly turned to face her friend, giving her a straight face which meant, 'Just shut up now before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.' "You do know that because you're a spy  people will always be looking for you, so even if you end up having your dream vacation, it will end rather quickly."

          "Whatever," Angela mumbled, folding her favourite blue sweater and placing it in her red Samsonite suitcase. Russia at this time of the year  was chilly and sunny, so they were basically packing for spring.

          "Hey what times is it?" Angela asked, not wanting them to miss their flight. They had originally planned to leave in the early morning, but decided that a night flight would be better because they could sleep before arriving and get started. Angela thought the sooner that they finished the mission, the better it was because then maybe, just maybe, she could actually have fun.

          "Uh... I don't know." Alex replied before grabbing her phone. "It's 6:30." She answered before her eyes widened. "Oh my god! Ange, it's 6:30! Our flight leaves at 7:30!" She said panicking.

          "Al chill, we'll be there on time. The airport is only 30 minutes away," Angela reminded her over exaggerative friend. 

          "Yeah but it's rush hour, so that means we need to leave now!" Alex retorted, scrambling around to grab anything that she would need for their "vacation."

          "Shit! I totally forgot about that." Angela cursed under the breath, picking up her packing speed. They quickly finished in ten minutes, but spent the next 5 minutes looking for the car keys that were in Alex's pocket the whole time.

          After their petty bickering about who would be driving was finished, they got inside Alex's Audi, burning rubber as they sped through the city. They took shortcuts to avoid traffic and the cops, but these routes were often dangerous, involving many sharp turns and wondering pedestrians. Luckily, since they were both spies, they knew how to properly maneuver the car which came in handy at times like this.

          They arrived at the airport with about 20 minutes left because they took the shortcut and also because Alex drives like a speeding maniac. They parked the car in the underground airport parking lot, where they met an agent friend of theirs waiting to pick up the car.

          They then got out of the car and walked to the trunk to pull out their suitcases. Once they grabbed everything, they slammed the trunk shut, hugging their friend goodbye and Alex giving them a long lecture and warning about scratching her "precious baby." This resulted in Angela having to drag her in so that they could go through security, bag check, and any other required procedures to fly.

          Since it was a night flight, the airport wasn't nearly as crowded as it was during the day because most people still hadn't arrived yet or they already left. They waited for a few more minutes before hearing about a 10 minute flight delay, which succeeded in making Angela even more annoyed. 

          Roughly around ten minutes later, the announcer called everyone flying to St. Petersburg, Russia. "That's us!" Alex cheered excitedly, rushing to the gate.

          "Al wait for me—" Angela called, rushing after her best friend.

          "Last one to the gate has to pay for the fare to get to our hotel and diner!" Alex informed, snickering to herself.

          "No fair, that's cheating. You started way before me~" Angela complained as she reached the gate after her best friend. Alex only laughed, doing an awkward happy dance, not caring about the complaint, which got people staring at the childish young best friends.

          "Ticket and passport?" The attendant asked, extending her hand. They handed it to her for checking, getting on the plane shortly after.

          They took their seat in business class, Alex taking the window seat while Angela took the middle seat. It was times like this that they enjoyed flying because they were the only ones on the plane so far. Their enjoyment was short lived when more people began flooding in, ruining the peaceful ambience that they once had.

         As soon as everyone was settled, the plane took off. Much to their avail, many off the passengers had fallen asleep, giving them back their comfortable silence. Feeling a bit tired, they both decided to take an hour long nap, but ended up waking up towards the end of the journey.

          Angela yawned as she stretched out her sleepy muscles. She was going to wake up her best friend, but decided that not taking a picture of her best friend pouting, like an adorable kid, would be a huge mistake. After taking the picture, she gently nudged Alex, startling her. Being spies, they had to be light sleepers, which was mostly annoying because often times they missed vital hours of sleep.

          Alex rubbed her eyes like a little kid, blinking a couple times. "Did we arrive?" She mumbled groggily.

          "No, but we should be at anytime soon." Angela responded, fixing her appearance, ushering the Belizean to do the same.

          "Attention all passengers! This is your captain speaking. We are five minutes away from the runaway, please prepare for landing. At this time, anyone standing or not wearing a seat belt must wear it to ensure their safety. Thank you for choosing Rossiya Airlines and we hope you had a great flight. Thank you and have great day." The captain informed, giving his usual spiel.

          The plane descended without any problems, landing safely in Pulkovo International Airport, St Petersburg, Russia. The flight attendants informed the passengers that they could grab their bags and got off the plane; they did as they were told, stretching as they took in their surroundings.

The flight from Cambridge to St. Petersburg had been an 11 hour trip, so you can imagine how good it felt to finally get their blood circulating.

          After going through standard procedure, they decided to go to the lounge to get breakfast and rest for bit before carrying on.

          As Alex was walking up to go order something for herself, a stranger bumped into her. The contents of his hot drink stained both her shirt and his suit.

          "Ah fuck," Alex mumbled since the drink had been quite hot, glaring up at the stranger who caused this. As her eyes met with his, the first thing that came to mind was, 'Hell-o. Someone's a pretty boy."

          He returned the glare, getting ready to give the lady a piece of his mind, but remembered that he now was Louis Astaire, a francophone, not Jeyson Tucker, the anglophone. "Watch where you're going." He snarled with a smooth french accent.

          "Me?! You're the one who should. You walked into me," Alex (Velvet) shrieked in a british accent. "You ruined my shirt, do you know how expensive this shirt was?!"

          "Not as expensive as my Armani suit that you just ruined. Do you know how much this cost?!" Jeyson (Louis) argued, raising his voice which caught the attention of their friends and other people in the lounge.

They were probably wondering who these crazy foreigners where.  "You know what, never mind. Just give me the money for another coffee and we'll be fine." Jeyson huffed.

          "No! Why the hell should I pay for your mistake. Do you know how expensive it is to dry clean this? If anything, you should pay be for not only spilling your molten lava coffee on me, but for being a huge ass about it and trying to scam me out of my money." Alex growled, her Belizean accent almost coming out. 'How can this guy have the audacity to try and blame this on me? It was his fault!'

          On that cue, it was Angela's (Claire) and Danyel's (Lucy) turn to step in. At the rate which they were going, World War 3 would have broken out.

          "Velvet— " Angela asked with a french accent.

          "Louis— " Danyel called with an Italian accent

          "— What happened," Both Angela and Danyel asked.

          Both spoke at the same time, each blaming the other for the accident and demanding that the other pay.

          "Alright, you heard her story. Just pay up," Angela (Claire) stated, taking her best friend's side.

          "And did you not hear his? Your friend was clearly the one at fault," Danyel (Lucy) protested.

          "So what? Velvet wanted to walk into a cup of super hot coffee and ruin her favourite Chanel shirt?" Angela scoffed chuckling a bit after. "Yeah~ like that make a lot of sense," she said sarcastically.

           "Puh-lease, we've seen enough of her kind to know that this was no accident." Danyel rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

          "Her kind? And what exactly is her kind?" Angela asked curiously.

          "Trashy, gold digging, sluts and their bitchy sidekick, which is you." The Romanian (Danyel) replied nonchalantly.

          "Hey!" Alex exclaimed defensively. "You know what? Since I'm one them, that means I should be able to spot on too. Right, Sister?" She smirked, addressing it to Danyel.

          Before things could further get out of hand, security had already been called down. "You four! Separate yourselves!" They commanded in their heavy Russian accents. Begrudgingly, they did as they were told. Jeyson and Danyel left, waving at their newly made "Friends" with their favourite finger.