They say if you do what you loce peofessionally, you never work a day in your life. Such is the life of a Honeypot.

Meet Natalya Kershkovia, the latest wife of the legendary General Anton Kershkovia, Hero of the Soviet Union. The esteemed general has his fingers in every pie. Not just in the army, or even in Party, but the KGB, the foreign ministry, economic planning, oil, science, you name it. He must be planning something with all this influence he's worked so hard to build up. He must have a reason for all those military exercises near the Yugoslav border or a reason why all those planes are flying over Pakistan or a reason why all those ships keep circling Finnish ports. Or maybe not. The CIA doesn't know. And the CIA doesn't like not knowing.

The general's armor has proven tough to crack. The greatest intelligence minds of the west have tried every strategy both in the books and out of them to pry into Anton's mind ever since the late 1960s, but he keeps his friends and allies in line, and his enemies do not dare cross him.

Last year, Anton's wife of three and a half decades fell out a window. This is good news. Good news for Anton because he was able marry his gorgeous mistress, Natalya, merely 4 days later. Good news for the enemies of the Soviet Union for the same reason.

Her beauty is known to all. Great fashionistas come from the west to design her clothes, the Russian press follows her around like she's a princess, and men hound her like she's a goddess. Natalya happily lets all three of these things happen under her husband's nose.

Finally, a in the general's armor. You have trained for years in the art of female seduction. Your mission, should you choose your mandatory task of accepting it, is to get your rocks off with this beautiful woman and try and pry whatever you can from her.

But can you draw information from a brain as empty as Natalya's?