Bruha Khin - Thulyomaya

In this era when every country is working hard to achieve its goals, the stories of female spies who have personally encountered in the past are also amazing.

The reason I chose the following biography without first considering it is because this young French woman named “Louis Marie Habeau” was, in the opinion of many, a woman with the qualities of a spy, both physically and mentally, and also with the charm to captivate men. She was known as “the dancing lady” on the stage of the French capital, “Paris.”

With her skin as white as cotton, her slender body and her wide, blue eyes, she looked like a cat that could not be tamed. In the meantime, on the beautiful avenue called “Balloons”, where the Parisians were dressed in full fashion, she was a master at getting men to give her gifts of gold, silver, diamonds and precious stones, or even a simple dinner at a hotel. However, she was one of the worst dancers. Therefore, she was only asked to dance by suitors when she was behind the audience.

This "human" Maya, who is not only beautiful and elegant, but also extremely extravagant and extravagant, not only runs out of money but is also constantly plagued by debt and creditors.

Girls who fall into this category, however, often make extensive use of female reinforcements as needed when encountering sensitive and important information from spies and political agents.

Having seen firsthand the appropriate qualities of this Maya girl, my two partners and I decided to use this girl first, as we agreed, and to teach her the subtle art of political detective work, rather than the petty, petty tricks that men like to use for money. Luigi himself, thinking that he could obtain invaluable secret information in this matter, diligently memorized everything he was taught.

The first adventure of this young Maya, who was the envy of all, was a triumph in the Russian Revolution. She was rewarded with a reward worthy of the secret message she brought us.

With such a large amount of money, she became a high-class lady with her clothes, a luxurious home, and a high-class life. The famous "dancing girl" who was famous on the stage and in the "ballet bar" in Paris, suddenly disappeared.

This young, single girl, full of energy and charm, is seen in this bustling city of Paris, adorned with elegance and pomp, and at every social event attended by the wealthy and the upper classes, making many wonder who is supporting her.

Not long after, a second disastrous espionage operation was completely ruined by an unfortunate accident, and I myself had to flee for my life. Not only did our agents lose tens of thousands of dollars, but the five great disasters that have befallen us have been so devastating that it is now unthinkable to look back. The reason for this ruin is that we failed to take into account the natural phenomena that occur to all human beings when we first planned it.

Because we think that Maya is just as wrong as we are in assuming that Louis's tender little girl is made of chicken fat and is already immersed in love and affection, but her body is also more like a person who is to be seduced and squeezed to obtain secret information, which is blood and flesh, son and body, and she is more like a loving and affectionate mother than a person who is to be seduced and squeezed to obtain secret information, but she deceives us and reveals all her plans, so that everyone runs away. These are the points to be careful about when using female spies.

From that time on, as the old man once said, "Luwihabo" was a beautiful young woman, and although her vision and behavior were as good as men's, she was so amazing that she made a sad decision that she would never use the Panu Peeta again for the rest of her life.

Then the girl disappeared, and her father, unable to find any help, was forced to travel around Europe, where he was employed by a troupe of dancers, and was given a pension. However, on another occasion, this same Maya appeared again, and she asked for his help. When it was late in the evening in Paris, she was chased by the happy-go-lucky people who were looking for her, and she spent the whole night in a hotel.

In thirty years of service in foreign intelligence, this was one of the most extraordinary incidents I had ever witnessed. Such incidents often unfolded at unexpected moments.

It turns out that I was a spy for the French capital's peace commissioner, the Commander of the Order of the Red Cross, and I was asked to carry out a small, unspeakable investigation by the officer in charge of the No. 5 Division of the Defense Department. This led to a complex situation.

In this officer's subordinate community, when no one appeared who could play the role of a Dutchman with the right voice and physical appearance, I had the extraordinary courage to transform myself so that I could not be chosen, both in appearance and in tone, and I was ready to act.

Besides, I have lived for many years in the Dutch East Indies, and I know the Dutch language, with its accents and old-fashioned manners, and I am worthy of being called a "Baja" born in Java. I can drink Dutch gin in a brown goblet, as they do, without any water, without losing my temper.

All the members of this No. 5 spy group, although they knew me well, did not consider me to be a person who could be trusted at all. But in this matter, it was necessary to support my work. At that time, I was unemployed in Paris. I was as helpless as a hawk, and the leader of the group called me.

Incidentally, it is worth noting that the combined expenditure of the secret services of various countries, including Europe, is estimated to have amounted to three hundred million pounds sterling in 1937. The expenditure on the protection and suppression of these secret services is no less than that of the opposition. The work I am now to undertake is that of the opposition.

The reason for my disguise is that a Dutchman has been accused of bribing a young naval officer on a French warship patrolling the Mediterranean with a secret military message. However, this accusation is not supported by solid evidence, and the police have no opportunity to take action, so the news has to be kept under wraps to prevent it from getting out. Therefore, I have been assigned to disguise myself as a Dutchman and investigate this case.

The young soldier was a nobleman by birth, and had reliable connections with influential and important people. He was also a brave and courageous person in his duties. The head of the department, the peace officer, and the chief of the general staff were all equally responsible.

My opportunity was to go to a French seaside port called "Touillon," and, in the guise of a Dutchman, to seduce the young officer and obtain a hundred pieces of information that was kept secret for the benefit of the country, and then to bear witness to it.