<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><span class="bbc_u">STRAIGHT LACE &amp; WHIMSY</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">An <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(5deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(5deg); -o-transform: rotate(5deg); -ms-transform: rotate(5deg); transform: rotate(5deg);">EPIC</span> tale of <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-5deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-5deg); -o-transform: rotate(-5deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-5deg); transform: rotate(-5deg);">ESPIONAGE,</span> <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(5deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(5deg); -o-transform: rotate(5deg); -ms-transform: rotate(5deg); transform: rotate(5deg);">ROMANCE,</span> and <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-5deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-5deg); -o-transform: rotate(-5deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-5deg); transform: rotate(-5deg);">ADVENTURE!</span></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">SHE</span> came to <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);"><span class="bbc_u">HOLLYWOOD</span></span> from a <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">LAND OF MISERY</span> to start a new life!<br/><br/><span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">HE</span> came from <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">WASHINGTON</span> to <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);"><span class="bbc_u">PUNISH</span></span> her for her old one!<br/><br/>What will the <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);"><span class="bbc_u">WOMAN IN THE MIDDLE</span></span> do? Will she play by <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">THE BOOK,</span> the methods of her <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">MAVERICK MENTOR</span>, or follow her <span class="rotate" style="-moz-transform: rotate(-3deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-3deg); -o-transform: rotate(-3deg); -ms-transform: rotate(-3deg); transform: rotate(-3deg);">HEART</span>? <br/><br/>You can only find out in the <em>stunning new romantic thriller</em> - <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><span class="bbc_u">STRAIGHT LACE &amp; WHIMSY</span></span></span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xesZAkk.jpg)</div>"These American title sequences, so gaudy." Veronika Arkhangelskaya sighed as she watched the voice over workers put the finishing touches on the picture she was filming. After they were done she would be up for her 'big scene.' She was starting to suspect that perhaps this wasn't the huge break that her manager had promised her.<br/><br/>What a weasel the man was she thought with a grimace. But when she had arrived here he was the only one who would take her as a client with some rather sketchy paperwork to show that she was the daughter of a Russian farmer in Aurora, Illinois (a place that Veronika had never been anywhere near) who was raised on her isolated farm and never managed to lose her accent. Truth be told Veronika could easily mimic a perfect American voice from three different parts of the country, but she preferred not to have to do that sort of thing anymore and instead had opted for a cover where she could just relax and speak with her more natural voice. Speaking like an American girl would come in time, she reasoned.<br/><br/>And so Timothy Flask, her agent who looked almost as much like a weasel as he acted, had sold her on her first 'big' role<em>The Atomic Monster of Bikini Beach</em>. A tragic tale of man's mad scientific hubris leading to the creation of a horrible creature that struck down the brightest and most beautiful in the flower of their youth! It seemed more like a cheap monster movie with a lot of gratuitous shots of girls running with a lack of support garments, but she had signed the contract and was stuck with her role. 'Carly Smith' was<em>supposed</em>to be a speaking part, the best friend of the leading lady, but the rewrites had chopped her down to one line - "help."<br/><br/>She felt like calling for help now, as she sat there aside the set waiting to be called on. The uncomfortable restraints on what little remained of her manhood reminded her that she had been in this bikini on set for what felt like half the day now without actually getting to do any acting. Looking around she was not the only one. Did the American directors simply use their power to keep scantily clad women about for their amusement? Bah, this land truly was every bit as decadent as Mother Russia said. Not that she minded, in fact it was quite thrilling, she just had seen herself as more of the leading lady (who incidentally was still in her comfortable trailer) rather than the eye candy extra. Next time. Next time, she promised herself, they must<em>notice</em>me as Timothy the rat keeps telling me.<br/><br/>Finally, it was time. She and the four other girls, all wearing similar swimsuits, got in position on the stage. The backdrop was a bright sunny day on the beach. The actual beach shots they would get later, this was just for the closeups.<br/><br/>"Okay, now - ACTION!"<br/><br/>A man with a bucket off set splashed them. The water was ice cold, the screams were not entirely fake!<br/><br/>"CUT! Good! Let's get a few more!"<br/><br/>The next half hour passed with having ice cold water splashed on her, dried off, then splashed again so that more and more screams could be shot for the editing.<br/><br/>"Good good, okay Veronika, your shot!"<br/><br/>She smiled. This was it. Her big moment, finally, her time to say the line that would cement her role as the innocent victim of the atomic monster in the hearts of moviegoers forever, the one line that she would look back and say this was the start of it all, this one little building block in -<br/><br/>"Oh nevermind, we've cut that line. You're done for the day girls!"<br/><br/>A round of claps went up. The other girls seemed happy and relieved. Veronika was aghast.<br/><br/>Furiously, she stalked over to the director.<br/><br/>"Hey good job babe," He said, giving her a congratulatory pat on the ass that she was getting far too used to.<br/><br/>"No no no!" She stamped her foot. "Don't you dare with the 'good job babe' to me, that was my ONLY line!" She huffed at him, furious. "How could you cut it? Where is my big break now!"<br/><br/>"Oh, well you know, if you're looking to have some doors opened sweetie..." the director grinned, his hand sliding up her arm.<br/><br/>"Pig." She snarled at him to the chuckling laughter of the men gathered around the director. She turned to leave, felt a pinch on her ass that made her squeal and turn with a glare to the even louder laughter now. The director shooed her away. Cheeks burning she stalked back to the dressing room.<br/><br/>Most of the other girls had cleared out already. Only the costume director, a nice American lady by the name of Sandi, or at least that's what Veronika called her, was still there. Sandi had been rather chatty and jovial with her, so much to the point that they'd started talking as friends.<br/><br/>"I cannot believe it!" She fumed, slamming the door shut leaving the two alone to talk. "That....that....brutish boor of a simpleton! That philastine lothario ignoramus! If we were back home I would..." She stopped. They weren't in Russia. She wasn't a spy-killer, she wasn't Norman Khramov, feared NKVD assassin anymore. That had all been left behind. After the war and the number of times she had nearly died fighting the Nazis and the Americans she had chose to embrace her real self, and when the doctor who had helped her along was arrested as a subversive she had fled before the doctor could give her up and she would be arrested herself. She hadn't had time to set up much of an alibi, but her dream of Hollywood glamour would not be denied.<br/><br/>She'd told Sandi a version of this, just replace being a farmgirl in Illinois with a spy-catching assassin on the Eastern Front of the Great Patriotic War, same thing really. Both situations she wished to escape to make it big. But it was going slower than she thought.<br/><br/>"The costume fit perfectly anyway, thank you Sandi." She sighed as she stared at her reflection. "What do you think, do I look amazing and will they demand me in every movie now once they see me do -" she mimed throwing her hands up and screaming, her wobbling chest the product of carefully position shoulder movements. She sighed as she stopped, knowing that it was a dream.<br/><br/>"I need better agent." She muttered as she stood to walk behind the dressing curtain to change.