Natasha's POV

For this occasion the Red Room placed me in the Parisien Apartment, a short walk in relation to the U.S. Embassy, and as expected, the drive from the airport goes off without so much as a hitch. Once the car rolls to a stop in front of the front entrance I lift a hand to signal that I am perfectly capable of carrying my own bags. Antov only nods his head in response while his left hand reaches forward to tug on the trunk release to pop it open. In one graceful move I exit the car to retrieve my belongings.

Gripping the handles of my luggage in a firm grip, I tilt my head upwards to get a better view of my temporary residence while my free hand lifts to shield my eyes from the sun's rays. My eyes sweep lazily over the stucco exterior, taking in the multi-colored paint job with a skeptical brow. If the interior was anything like the outside then I am in for quite the experience. As instructed before my departure to Budapest, I lift up the lid of the small black mailbox that adorns the front wall just besides the front door. I reach inside to retrieve the small key from the bottom of the metallic box, eyeing up the small and intricate detail of the key. It's old, just like the city, but a fond smile overcomes me as I palm the tiny piece of molded metal.

Deciding not to waste any more time, I move over to the door and slip the key into its designated slot to unlock the door. Hearing the familiar click of the deadbolt I pull the key out to slip it into my pocket before I bring a hand up to press my palm flat against the wooden door to push it open. It's obvious by the musty smell that this apartment hasn't been used in quite some time, and my suspicions are only confirmed by the small cobweb that hands loosely from a nearby lamp. I extend an arm outwards at my side to flick on the lights, the artificial rays lighting up the remainder of the room to reveal a barely furnished room and hardwood floors that lead into a kitchen and set of stairs. This would be home for the next few days, or less depending on how my mission went. But until I'm able to scout out the embassy, it's time to unpack.