Orell had to smile as Irina let slip that she had had a bit of a problem finding employment recently. He was lucky that she was even worse at this than him. Andreij was a master of this game, smooth and a real player. Unfortunately, Andreij was in jail so it fell to Orell to recruit a new girl – with all means necessary. And he wasn’t doing<em>that</em>badly, he had to admit. After all, hacking involved quite a bit of ‘social engineering’ as they usually called lying. It was just that he wasn’t used to doing it face to face, especially if the face was as pretty as Irena’s.<br/><br/>Orell downed his drink and ordered another, engaging the girl in meaningless small talk as while he waited for the pill to kick in. Date rape drugs had come a long way from the simple knockout drops that they started out as late in the last century. Orell’s ‘Uralmash’ section of Russian<em>’vory</em>had their hands in a number of businesses, but the sale of illegal drugs was one of their main cash cows. And the little pink pill that was quickly dissolving in Irena’s drink was one of their premium products. It was a small dose, almost unnoticeable, but it was enough to make her a little more trusting, a little more ‘fun’… and a little more horny. He wasn’t really planning on taking the girl home – not right away at least – but the drug would help to dispel her suspicions. Corporate recruiters certainly had more sophisticated pharmaceutical ‘tools’ at their disposal, but this one was tried and true and, most importantly:<em>available</em>.<br/><br/><strong>“So, if you are free tonight… would you like to dance or do you want a test shoot?”</strong>Orell asked. The question was loaded of course – it didn’t leave much room for a ‘no’.<br/>