In a cramped, dimly lit room, a Czech couple waits, eyes darting nervously between each other and the closed door. The agent enters, his presence commanding. "You're here for money?" he asks, already knowing the answer. They nod, she bites her lip, he swallows hard. The agent unbuttons his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest. He steps closer, she inhales sharply, her breath hitching as he leans in, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her face up to his. "Show me what you've got," he whispers, his voice low, challenging.