Sex could operate very efficiently. Redheaded exotically dedicated nubiles oversaw the hardest investigations. Nadia, goddess and nympho, compromised indecently every new trader. Devastatingly attractive, though always intelligent, Nadia amassed secrets that all thought exceptional. Trouble happened eventually. Ruined exploits, clandestine operators, riddling double-agents. Searching intensively, Nadia double-checked internal codes and traced every department's personnel, even old pros. Little evidence - plenty innuendo. Looking for excuses, researchers interrogated Nadia, gutting every little operation, prying into newfangled Glasnost, destroying yet impeaching no-one. Glowingly innocent, Nadia then examined student trainees. Anatoly Turginev emerged - new operative, suspected informer; gay, netting thirstily homosexual ambassadors, those abhorring Nadia and the other Lolitas. Yet no evidence emerged, despite extensive, disruptive tests.
Operations lessened, investigations ensued, yet even then departmental espionage survived, proving itself. Trade exporters, ignoring rules regarding information technology and trust, installed open networks, security hardly existing. People, even research staff, employed very elementary restrictions, exposing data. Later on, Nadia, gathering evidence, roubles and news, decided youthful excesses shouldn't imperil necessary success. If defectors existed, Nadia's efficient truthdrugs would overcome repressed knowledge. Secretly giving operatives overdoses, detectives experimented. Vainly - injections discovered exactly nothing.
Computers: even Microsoft accept that errant routines in a lazily installed system encourage dangers. People like executives ask specialists. Even teachers rent assistants. Spies had insufficient training. Nadia accessed data in Anatoly's system easily - no encryption mechanisms. Yearly summaries unveiled dutiful descriptions, earnest notes, lusty yearnings. She hastily opened up the extensive databases.