La femme Deirdre Vess:an English Spy - CHAPTER 1

My name is Deirdre Vess.
Vess. Borned and raised everywhere. I was taught to keep secrets, seduce, protect and help people.
Life is short and the world is very small. People are not the same.
I could never put the guilt on my parents of my passion for danger, restlessness, and seduction.
I was taught and learned by myself to protect my dreams.
Every human being will sleep well. Just rest your face on your pillow and I’ll sing for you. No one will bother you, I promise.
Deirdre Vess, I promise.
My greatest passions are horses and planes. Never do it for fun though because my pleasure lies on danger rather than tangible realities.
The only pleasures I have are hearing a child laughing and taking a walk on a winter day in the streets of Paris alone. Alone, always alone.
It keeps my inner energy alive because I feel, in fact I know my legs will take me anywhere I want to. Dislike the idea of a mountain coming up to me.
When I was a kid I had a dream of running, swimming and everything that surrounded me was moving fast just like in the movies. In the end of the road I hugged my little rabbit Leila.
Little tiny Leila. I am now in Venice, Italy. It is freezing cold. Three o´clock in the morning. I´m waiting for …fuckin´ shit…I never wait…hugh! Pow! Sock!


Deirdre falls on the floor and hits hard her head on the curb. One punch right in the nose and she fell unconsciously bleeding like a damaged horse. She is being dragged to someone´s car...

To be continued ...