Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoy this tale of the Russian Mafia, and the woman who has become its head. I should perhaps explain the origin of my pen name. My father was a famous Russian mobster, and my mother was a famous American actress. Together they met in Italy and fell in love. When my father came to America, he did so as a spy for the Russian mafia. It was either that, or he got on the wrong side of the wrong person, and now he was stuck in America, unable to return home. I couldn't blame him for wanting to go home, even if he was working for the other side. But how could he have fallen for someone he saw only once, and that was years ago? I wondered. He had been in America for five years when he met my mother. She was twenty-three at the time, and I guess he was in his mid-forties. I'm two years younger than him, but because of the difference in age, he seemed much younger than me. Anyway, he took her to dinner thatnight. And by the end of the evening, she had agreed to go out with him. I guess things worked out for them, because a few weeks later, they got married. Now, all these years later, I'm not sure what drew them together. He was still a mobster, and she was still an actress. They had both moved on with their lives, and were trying to get back on top. Maybe that's why she took my father up on his offer to be a spy, because she wanted to gain power and influence. But then there was me. I was born in America,but I also had Russian blood running through my veins. So, maybe that's why my mother chose my father. She wanted a piece of both worlds. And she got it. Now, all I wanted was for her to stop acting like a criminal, and to let me help her. But that was never going to happen. So, I had to watch from the sidelines as my mother became the most powerful woman in the world. At least, she was able to claim someof that power after she saved Tony from prison. But, eventually, even my mother couldn't hide her criminal ways. And when the world found out, she had to go into hiding. I went with her that day, and that was how my life as a spy began. But, after almost two years, I started to get bored of just watching her back. I wantedto feel like I was part of it. So, when my mother asked me to take over her empire, I said yes. It took time to learn everything, but I quickly learned. After all, my mother had taught me everything that Iknew. I builtup my army, and finally, I brought down my mother's company. Now, I'm the CEO of her empire, and I'm twenty-five years old. Still, despite all I've done, I know I've made mistakes. People have died, and it's because of me. I've been trying hard to change that, but it's not easy. It's been years since I've seen my mother. I have no idea where she is, or if she's alive. All I know is that she's out there, and she's doing well. So, now, am I? Am I doing well? That depends on you, my dear reader. If you are a fan of thrillers, and you lovemystery, then you're probably enjoying my story. But if you aren't, then you might want to continue reading. After all, I don't want to bore you. So, who is she? I mean, who am I? That is the million dollar question. Perhaps if I had known, I would have done something else with my life. But as it is, I'm just a girl who is lucky enough to have two parents who love her. And one of them is still trying to kill me. But that's another story. Maybe I'll write that onenext. Until then, I remain, Your favorite mystery writer, Elenor Ivaov. Options: A Her parents. B Her friends. C The mafia. D The police. Answer: C The mafia. Question:
Who is she most likely working for?
THE END?
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