Victoria wakes up in a posh, elegant Paris hotel under a cosy duvet with one hand laying flat on the bare chest of the man who saved her in Washington. Clothes are strewn across the floor of the hotel room. Victoria smiles. Ivan is lying next to her. They were in a relationship years ago, but due to Victoria's job and Ivan's nationality they were forced to separate. Victoria snuggles into the duvet as she watches the snow fall over Paris. Ivan is still asleep and Victoria doesn't want to disturb him by trying to slip out of bed. She merely snuggles closer to Ivan and deeper into the duvet and tries to go back to sleep for a while.

Ivan squeezes his eyes shut as he registers in his mind that it is morning and that there is snow falling. He notices this through the crack in the drapes in the room. He looks down upon Victoria and runs his fingers through her pearl grey hair. She's so resplendent even when she's asleep. He thinks about last night and how alluring she looked in her crimson evening gown. She's so serene all the time and especially now. The gloomy sky depresses Ivan and he wishes the weather were less wintry while they're in Paris.

Victoria's eyes flutter open for the second time that morning. She and Ivan have imbibed two wonderful bottles of wine at dinner the night before so they're both sleeping later than usual. As he eyes slowly open she notices that Ivan is awake finally. She sits up in bed and leans against the headboard. She is wearing an alabaster, lacy nightgown that falls to her ankles. "Shall I order us some breakfast?" Ivan asks as he buttons his indigo pyjama top.

"That would be lovely. I'm starving. What shall we have?" Victoria asks as she slides out of bed and grabs the hotel room service menu.

Ivan's jaw drops when he gazes at Victoria in her nightgown. He doesn't remember that outfit from last night. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to need a very large, hot pot of tea. We had too much to drink and not enough sleep. This breakfast ought to be superb." Ivan remarks.

Victoria picks up the phone and orders a scrumptious breakfast. She sits down on the edge of the bed. Ivan draws near to Victoria and perches on the bed next to her. She leans towards Ivan and kisses him. Ivan brushes Victoria's hair back from her face and kisses her temples. Victoria lies back on the bed and Ivan kneels over her. Ivan kisses Victoria's cheek and then kisses her neck. The knock at the door surprises them. Despite the fact that Victoria had ordered room service the noise startles them.

Ivan smoothes his pyjama top, grabs his wallet, and opens the door for the hotel worker.

Victoria ties her silk robe around her waist as she sits down to breakfast. "My God, you are so beautiful. How did I ever let you go?" Ivan asks as he sits across from Victoria.

"I don't happen to think it was entirely your choice. I had a decision to make: show that I could kill you or be assassinated by my own people. It was a difficult decision to make and I've rethought the decision I made many times. I don't like the decision I made then. I don't know that I would make that decision again, but I was scared." Victoria says as she pours herself a cup of tea.

"How have you stayed so gorgeous? I've gotten old and fat and you don't look any different." Ivan asks as he spoons up some fruit salad.

"I stayed in the CIA until 5 years ago. I had to stay in shape in order to stay alive. I was working out every day until that time." Victoria explains as she pours milk into her tea.

"My body would have survived that and my metabolism would have kept up." Ivan says as he pours himself a cup of tea.

"You're so silly, Ivan. You make me laugh and you make me happy. I can't believe we're finally together. I never thought I'd ever see you again when I left you that night and I certainly didn't know you were living in Washington. I would have tracked you down otherwise. I have come to talk to you." Victoria says she eats a bite of French toast.

"I would have tried to seduce you and it would have worked too. You would have given in to me." Ivan says as he wiggles his eyebrows at Victoria.

"You mean to tell me that if I'd walked into the Russian Embassy you would have embraced me with open arms and loved me like you used to? You have got to be kidding me. You would have tried to have me killed." Victoria says as she spoons rhubarb yogurt over her fruit.

"I would never have ordered you killed. I would have yelled at you and been angry, but I would never have wanted you dead." Ivan says honestly. He's always loved Victoria.

Victoria finishes her fruit and yogurt and continues to drink her tea. She stands up, goes to the window, pulls open the drapes, and stands there watching the snow fall onto the monuments of Paris. Looking at the amount of snow that has already fallen Victoria judges that it's been snowing for about six hours. Victoria holds his china teacup and saucer in the palm of her hand. Ivan comes and stands behind Victoria and wraps his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry the weather isn't nicer for our time in Paris." Ivan whispers.

"Paris is just as beautiful in the snow as it is in the spring. We will still be able to enjoy Paris even if it is snowing. We can still go out to dinner and the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower. We can go where we like." Victoria says as she snuggles against Ivan.

"If you are willing to go out in this weather I will certainly go with you wherever you want to go." Ivan says as he runs his hands up and down Victoria's arms.

"Of course we're going out. We came all the way to Paris. We're not going to let a little bit of snow stop us." Victoria says as she brushes her hair back off her forehead. "I'm going to have another cup of tea and then we can get dressed and get going."

"Alright, I'll go have a quick shower and then I'll start getting dressed." Ivan says as he walks towards the bathroom. Ivan would fall on his knees and do everything and anything for Victoria. If Victoria wants to go out in the snow and wind of Paris then that is exactly what will happen. Ivan goes to sort through his suitcase to find warm enough clothes to wear to go out in the winter weather.

Victoria smiles as Ivan walks away from her. She never thought she would get to be this happy especially because if her chosen career path. She drinks the dregs of her tea and walks into the bedroom to sort out an outfit. She knows Ivan will just be picking out warm pieces, whereas she's looking for an actual outfit. She never wears something that doesn't go together. Victoria hears the water running in the bathroom and smells Ivan's body wash waft through the room. She pulls a white sweater, black leggings, white boots, and a white coat out of her suitcase. Ivan comes out of the bathroom just in time to see Victoria bend over to slip clean panties on. Ivan's breath hitches in his throat. Victoria sits on the edge of the bed and begins to carefully pull on her leggings.

Luckily for Ivan he wore his wool, three-quarter length coat on the plane over to Paris. He pulls a dress shirt, a sweater, and a pair of wool blend pants out of his suitcase. "Do these pieces go together?" Ivan asks as Victoria pulls a pair of socks on.

Victoria looks over at the pieces Ivan's chosen to wear. Surprisingly, despite Ivan's lack of fashion sense, he's managed to put together a polished, sophisticated outfit. "That looks lovely, Ivan. It's very sophisticated."