Russian national Anna Chapman — a 28-year-old divorcee with a masters in economics, an online real-estate business, a fancy Financial District apartment and a Victoria’s Secret body — had been passing information to a Russian government official every Wednesday since January, authorities charged. In one particularly slick spy exchange on St. Patrick’s Day, Chapman pulled a laptop out of a tote bag in a bookstore at Warren and Greenwich streets in the West Village while her handler lurked outside, receiving her message on his own computer, the feds said. A similar exchange occurred at a Midtown coffee shop at 47th Street and 8th Ave. The FBI claimed the two were corresponding via a secret online network. Last week, an undercover agent pretending to be a Russian official arranged a meeting to talk about the weekly laptop exchanges, pretending to be ready to send the sexy spy on a mission to deliver a fake passport to another female agent, according to the federal complaint. "Are you ready for this step?" he asked. "S¤-¤-¤-, yes," Chapman allegedly gushed. The undercover instructed her on how she would recognize her fellow spy and how to report back on the handoff, the feds said. "Haven’t we met in California last summer?" the spy expecting the fake passport was supposed to say. Chapman was to respond, "No, I think it was the Hamptons," according to the FBI. Chapman allegedly was also supposed to hold a magazine under her arm so her counterpart would recognize her, and plant a stamp on a wall map indicate the handoff was a success.
These chicks really exist? This is a red headed version of Natalya in James Bond GoldenEye. Which reminds me; that game on Nintendo 64 was pure awesomeness and ranks right next to Mario Cart for all-time best game in 64 gamming history. Yeah, I said it. You never know what the Russians have up their sleeve, for all we know she is reporting to the Nets owner Mikhail Prokhorov on the LeBron James sweep stakes. It wouldn’t surprise me. The Ivan Drago “I must break you” mentality from Rocky is exactly what Russia is about. Taking care of business and fucking shit up. It’s probably from all the action movies I’ve watched in my childhood, but anyone Russian scares me. Period.
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